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The third Kim.

 ✑Pairing : Whipped introverted Popular! Taehyung x Art student sarcastic!  Y/N 

* honestly. this fanfic isn’t a personal favorite and not my best work. I apologize if it doesn’t fit your standards because it doesn’t fit mine either.* 

✑ Genre/Warnings: Highschoolers. Strangers to lovers!AU. Just your mild dose of swearing :)

✑ Words: 3.5k+

☞ Summary: After the rumour spread that Kim Taehyung has a crush on the art student with caramel eyes, all doom hails upon you- the art student with caramel eyes. 

☞ Note: Here i am AGAIN using one of my dreams as a fan-fiction idea bc why not? Also my first fanfic on tumblr! 

☞  Pied piper Kims the one you wanna imagine here! 

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

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

You banged your fist against the girls cube for the third time before the door lock snapped. You broke it. Again. 

Groaning, your hands found their way to your temple- massaging them. You’re usually not the type of person to get pissed easily but this was getting out of hand- too quickly. In an amusing way of course. 

This was one of the nth times you were locked out of the girls bathroom, and the reason behind it just made you want to burn your tongue out and laugh at the same time.

“Looks like you finally got out, Y/N.” a high pitched voice echoed once you stopped outside the door. It was one of his fangirls. Just what you needed today, another one of the up-to-no-good brainless girls who’ve been after your ass. 

You grinned at the girl before patting your skirt. 

“I always get out, maybe not lock the door with a dollar store hair pin next time.”

She rolled her eyes, “Ugh- just shut up! You’re so annoying ugh!”

“sHut uP, yOu’rE sO aNnOYIng Ugh!” 

“Stop mocking me! Y-YOU OPPA STEALER.”

“Girl, go get a fucking job.”

Chuckling you walked out, ready for the other shenanigans the fan girls might bring in. 

You’ve received these threats and so have almost every other student in your school. It was intriguing- seeing the lengths these people would go to just for their “oppa” 

Granted, they couldn’t even pronounce the word oppa properly since half of them weren’t even korean. 

Such behaviour wasn’t new to you- just not to such a great degree. Yes, you’ve gotten hate for being friends with the two Kim brothers out of three. Especially Namjoon- but it was never this bad. You were friends with him for years so it all died down. 

Despite this, Namjoon and Seokjin were rather humble and simply did not give a flying fuck about their stalker-classmates. 

You didn’t know much about the youngest of the trio Kims, so much so you’d never even seen the lad. 

So when you found out this very lad was the reason these up-to-no-good fans were all up in your ass for the past month, you didn’t know if you should make a run for your dear life or crack a big grin and let them continue on like the clown you are.

A rumour spread (you convince yourself it’s a rumour and not true) that Kim Taehyung was overheard saying he has a crush on one of the art students, the one with quote-unquote caramel eyes. This was the last straw for the already thirsty for blood fan girls to come for your dear life. 

1 month prior:

Taehyung was never the biggest fan of social gatherings- be it frat parties, club meetings or just any vicinity with several people. The constant chattering of the latest gossip in a hall filled with stale fried food and dizzy neon lights never seemed appealing. It felt more like a bunch of mosquitos buzzing around his head. 

No, he wasn’t a social outcast who wanted to evaporate into space because of the very reason of talking to people. Contrary to what some might think, he really enjoyed talking to others- sharing stories and exchanging laughs. Just not when there are fifty other strangers touching his shoulder or knee, rubbing their bodily sweat onto him like he was a tissue paper. 

Oh, and of course how could he forget? The swarm of females (and sometimes males) who followed him around as if they were the paparazzi themselves. He liked to call them ‘The-blood-and-dick-thirsty-fanatics’ and in short for the BADTF’s 

They were his classmates, and some even from different schools who went crazy with the thought of him. 

So tonight he had to be oh so careful with what he was going to do. Sucking up all the grimacing thoughts he got about going to a place where all of his school would be and having to live through the hell of their sweaty bodies and their pathetic but failed attempts at flirting, he put on his outfit. 

Normally he wouldn’t care for a night like this, but it wasn’t just a night- it was a special night. Today was his schools’ annual performing show. He never missed one of these any year ever since freshman year. It always got him excited- despite the people of his school seeming half dead most of the time, they put on a rather wonderful show when they needed to. 

Every year till grade 11 was a breeze for him to attend the performance show but ever since the fangirling started, even going to the toilet was difficult without one of the so-called fangirls writing a blogpost about how good he looked when he entered the boys washroom. 

Just existing felt like walking on glass shards to him so he knew that him going there would go two of the ways. 1. Everyone will magically forget he is there and leave him the fuck alone or 2. They’ll ruin the damn night like how they ruin everything. 

Upon entering the parking lot, he saw a bunch of cars parked at weird angles (the students parked them)- only some parked properly (the parents who parked them) 

The entire parking lot was empty with people and filled with cars, he figured he was a tad bit late. 

He stood there alone in the parking lot, clad in tight fitting black slacks with a loose button up black shirt with some design on it and he wore a silver necklace that adorned his neck like pearls. It looked odd but he somehow managed to pull off the outfit. His fingers were shaking a little, he was scared. He shut his eyes closed tight, bracing for any possible outcome. What if the night went horrible? What people trampled him over in the search of him? What if- 

“Lookin’ pretty nervous huh?”

He gasped a little before turning around, only to find a girl with a very- VERY amused look to her face. She wore a blue dress that was clinging onto her upper body and fell free when it reached her hips. The dress was a midnight blue with a dash of navy.  It contrasted her sun kissed skin which, just like him, was adorned with silver jewellery. His eyes widened. 

He didn’t say anything in response but just nodded. Luckily he decided to wear his mask today that covered his upper face. He didn’t know if it would help him keep the people from seeing his face or not. The girl in front of him seemed to not really care about the mask or that his ears were a soft shade of nervous-pink. 

He tried to change the topic. “D-did the show start already?” shit. He stuttered. He shouldn’t stutter!

Biting his lips in embarrassment, he looked down. The girl remained unfazed, she had a soft smile on her face. “Yes it did, ten minutes ago actually.”

“Oh, you’re late too?” he asked mostly to reassure himself that he wasn’t the only doof who came late. 

“Nope, came back to get the one-piece ear sets.” she gestured at her hand, she held a pouch filled with multi-coloured ear sets that one would use for singing on a stage. 

He nodded, a little disappointed. 

“So why’re you standing here all jittery and not heading upstairs?”

“I’m not jittery.”

“Your hands were shaking.”

“No-”

“You kept moving back and forth and bit your finger.”

“How did you even notice all of that?” he was befuddled with her quick responses  

“Magic!” she waved her hands around in a twirly motion and made a surprised face. 

He chuckled a little before cracking a soft grin. 

Taehyung was now seated on one of the red cushioned chairs in the back of the theater where the last performance took place. After this, he’d find himself either booking a cab or bolting it down the parking lot to get it to his car as soon as possible. He never stayed long enough to find out what happened after the performances were over, he never cared. 

This night however, was different. The entire atmosphere changed because of a certain pixie in blue who sat beside him the entire night with her pretty caramel eyes twinkling with mischief and snarky remarks.

She leaned closer to him and whisper-yelled “Not sure why the centre dancer decided to wear granny panties today- you could see it from all the way up here!” 

He snorted loudly and almost started coughing because of how loud he laughed. Covering his mouth a second later to regain composure. 

“You have got to stop with those side comments, Miss Snarky.” he coughed out another laugh.

“Hey, not my fault he wore that ugly pair of underwear and flashed his ass off on stage. Besides it’s free Only-Fans content so I’ll take what I can get.”

“I see, you have your priorities straight.”

She hummed in a response while looking around the theater. Getting up from his seat, he ducked his head low and muttered a small ‘goodbye’ and turned around ready to leave. Ready to call it a night. Before he could even move a step further, a smaller hand grasped his. 

“Leavin’ so early? Why? It doesn’t end till another three hours!”

“Oh uh- I never stay that long. I’m more of a watch-the-performances-and-skedaddle-outta-here type of lad.”

“And I’m more of a won't-let-the-new-guy-she-met-tonight-go-before-having-the-full-experience type of gal, hope you don’t mind, yeah?”

 Not wasting a second before she yanked him out of the theater only to enter another room, it was similar looking to the previous one but lacked all the red-cushioned chairs. There was a huge white table on the side of the room, an all you can have buffet. Some fifty year old fruit punch in a fountain that nobody bothered to have and of course, the students- all dressed like it was fucking prom. Clicking away blurry selfies with snapchat filters that made them look ten times more white or orange than they actually were.

He jerked back, stiffening. He so carefully managed to get by the entire night without being noticed- stepping here was like spilling paint water on your painting. He’ll get caught! 

“Aye, pretty boy. Looks like you saw a ghost?” she nudged his arm. 

“I think I saw something even worse.”

“Can we head back?”

She looked at him curious, tilting her head to the side. Oh did he want to melt because of her cuteness but also wanted to commit bloody murder for bringing him here.

“Don’t like this place?”

“Nope. Not one bit. It sucks ass- can we go? Nevermind- I’ll go. You can stay.”

“Woah woah, wait. Calm down, Sparkle eyes. What’s the rush? At Least tell me why you're ditching me when all I did was talk about the dancers' granny panties all night.”

Sparkle eyes? Pretty boy? Fuck, taehyung wants to melt into a mushy puddle of euphoria so bad.

“I- just can’t. Wish I could tell ya, but my lips gon’ stay sealed, Snarky.”

Her lips curved with the nickname again. One night and they’re already red and on a nickname basis.

“Just one dance?” she tugged her bottom lip out in a pout and oh, did he want to say no so badly but his heart disagreed. He does think with his ass most of the time instead of his head like he’s meant to- so he agrees. “Just one.”

A lopsided grin flashes her glossy lips as she holds his hand, walking to the corner of the room where there aren’t many people dancing. 

They wrapped their arms around each other, his on her waist and hers on his shoulder. Waltzing back and forth to the slow jazz which played. Everyone seemed very busy (surprisingly) and did not pay attention to him. He thanked the lord silently for sparing him one night to breathe. 

“So, Sparkle eyes?”

She stopped her reverie to look back at the boy she was dancing with, he had a small glint in his eyes. Well that’s all she could see. “Huh?”

“Why’d you call me sparkle eyes, I understand you calling me pretty boy because look at m-”

“I’ll stop you right there, maybe I should just call you Mr. narcissistic instead.”

He shook his head and grinned while tightening his grip on her waist. They inched closer. 

“And I called you Sparkle eyes because- well, your eyes sparkle. It’s like you have stars in them.” she chuckled at her explanation. 

Taehyung was never a fan of those cheesy names, but when it fell from her mouth- it seemed alot better than he’d ever imagined. This was the third time he almost saved himself from melting into a gooey-sap boy, who has the teeniest crush on the girl in front of him.  

“My eyes sparkle?”

“Yeah. I could tell better if you didn't have that ridiculous silver mask covering half of your face.”

He gave a tight lipped smile and mouthed a no. 

“You never told me your name, snarky.”

“Snarky it is.”

“Oh come on, wouldn’t I wanna know the name of the pretty in blue who entertained me and waltz around with me to some outdated jazz music?”

“Well, pretty in black; the names Y/N.”

“Oh aren’t you-”

“OH MY GOD! GUYS! KIM TAEHYUNG IS HERE TONIGHT?!” a voice cut him, it was one of the girls of his class. Taehyung visibly stiffened. 

A big gasp from the crowd and everyone looked around. “No way is the Kim Taehyung here?”

“What if my Taehyung oppa is here! Oh my god, guys move! I need to re-do my makeup.” another girl spoke and rushed to the nearest washroom. 

“No- I will look good for my oppa, not you!” another screamed.

Y/N leaned in closer to Taehyung, “Why is Kim Taehyung here?” she asked as if the said guy wasn’t in front of her.

He sighed in relief, she hadn’t known all night that he was Kim Taehyung. He could make a save and go home safely. “Not sure. Anyways, It was a great night and all but I really need to make a run for it now.”

“Oh” she took her hands off of his shoulders and stood back with a small smile. She didn’t seem to question his leave since he was so adamant to leave in the first place. 

 He leaned in closer one last time and breathed out “Good night, Snarky.”

Present day-

A hand slammed onto your side of the table, catching you attention. You were currently seated in the cafeteria- enjoying your lunch with your four other friends.

Looking up, you see the owner of the over manicured red painted hand that disturbed you. The once dull eyes of yours were now replaced with amused eyes and a mischief shine. 

Standing in front of you was none other than Lee Mackenzie- the self proclaimed number one “fan” of the youngest Kim and alleged “love of his life.”

A grin spread on your glossy pink lips, pursing your lips into a pout you looked at the girl with fake confusion. “I’m sorry but who are you?” 

Mackenzies eyes widened, like you had offended her for life. Her jaw slightly clenched but not for too long- her highness probably got hurt by clashing her two teeth together. “You know who I am, Y/N! Don’t pretend.” 

A nonchalant look on your face, you tilted your head as if you were even more confused.

“Smackenzie, calm down will ya? Our Y/N’s just humbling you down. Not everyone wants to waste their precious time knowing your existence. ” Jennie said from the side before bursting into laughter. Now the whole cafeteria's attention was fixed to them.

“Argh-” Mackenzie snickered while rolling her eyes. “Anyways, I am here to ask you one last time, does my soon to be boyfriend Taehyung oppa like you and have you ever talked to him?”

“Even if your Taehyung oppa talked to me, he doesn’t seem to acknowledge your existence.”

“Y/N! You snarky bitch! I knew it! You probably manipulated my oppa and you’re forcing him onto you! Ugh you-”

“Hold the fuck up, Smack. What makes your two brain cells think she’d ever wanna do anything with the Kim. Taehyung isn’t even your boyfriend.” This time Lisa spoke up, an obvious pissed expression on her face. She was done with her bullshit long ago. 

“Shut up! And don’t call me Smack! Y-you Lizard!”

The confused yet straight face you had all this time crumbled when you heard her pathetic attempt at a roast. Lips widening, the five of you couldn’t help laughing. It was too funny.

“Smack suits you Lee. Looking at you …”

You stood up, towering mackenzie.

“ Does make me wanna smack common sense into you!” pulling your hands into a fist, you launched at her- closer enough for her to flinch and almost fall back. 

Your fists never touched her- just scared her. 

The people of the cafeteria began laughing at the startled self proclaimed fan before she glared at them. They all shut up.

“If I ever see you leaching onto my TaeTae oppa then you’ll regret it, Y/N”

“What’re you gonna do? Tell my mommy? Ohhhh I’m scared!”

“SHUT UP! BECAUSE OF YOU TAEHYUNG OPPA DOESN’T EVEN LOOK AT ME ANYMORE.”

“He never looked at you in the first place so-”

‘AHHHHHHHH!” she screeched. 

“Christ! Why are you so obsessed with him?”

“Shut up you ugly witch! TaeTae oppa looks so much better than you!”

You laughed aloud. “Honey I don’t even know what this oppa of yours looks like. But if you insist.” you shrugged your shoulders. 

“Why can’t you hog onto some pathetic guy instead! I was going to give him a rose last week and make him my boyfriend! You and your stupid self just had to ruin it!”

Now you were feeling a little bitter- you were getting hate for something you had no part in. “Well, clearly he likes me instead of you, Mackenzie! You wouldn’t go this far unless he actually liked me, which seems like he does! So just fuck off?” 

Her eyes were red. She was fuming. 

You should have stopped pulling her leg now, despite how entertaining it was. You really should have. Or else ten minutes from then you and Jennie, Lisa, Roseanne and Jisoo wouldn’t be sprinting hot on your heels to the other side of your school.

The mob of frizzle haired girls with invisible torches and pitchforks ran behind the five of you, screaming and yelling- not caring about the startled teachers that stood curious but did nothing. You were in the library now, hiding under the desk while the other four scrambled to find somewhere to hide in the library. 

It was quiet for a good minute before one of the girls entered the room- searching wildly. After scanning around the room one last time- she left. Her face was bubbling with anger. “Just wait Y/N i’ll find you!”

Wincing you slowly came out from behind the desk. “We can’t stay here any longer unless one of ya’ll wanna be skinned alive.” Roseanne said while looking at the other four.

“Kinky.” you added with a laugh.

“I’m dead serious.”

“Oh.”

The five of you hurdled onto the fourth floor of the other building of your school. It wasn’t long before you could hear the high pitched screams dragging closer to where you guys were. You needed to find a hiding place fast. 

“Look! Don’t they have a gym locker room right around the corner?” Jisoo whisper-yelled and pointed at the blue doored locker.

Without even uttering a single word all of you ran to the door, to your luck it was open. All of you got in- too busy to notice the inside of the locker room. Lisa was quick to her feet to use all the locks on the door and close it tight. 

Hands on your knees you huffed, stabling your breath. 

“This” huff “was” huff “a fucking” huff “workout!”

Roseanne and Jisoo nodded in agreement. Soon they turned to their side to see a pale Jennie. She looked as white as a ghost. Once meeting the direction Jennie was looking at the two stiffened in their position- eyes wide.

“Guys-” Lisa began but before she could continue another voice cut her to it. 

“Excuse me? Actually no- Excuse us. Who are you? And why are you here?!” 

It was a male voice. 

Tuning around you a saw man staring at you. Fluffy pink hair that shined from the window behind him. He had plump round lips with an oval face. His brows were pursed together  as he looked at the girls with a snicker. He wore a red jersey with the number 13 on it.

He did not seem to be welcoming. Hands folded together he waited for an answer. 

“We’re us.” Roseanne said with a shrug.

“Why are you here? Oh god you’re one of those fan girls-”

“What the hell dude? We’re not the fangirls, we’re RUNNING from the fangirls!” she exclaimed. Now she had her hands on hips- looking at the pink haired man. 

“Yeah and you expect me to believe you?”

“Listen you bubble gum candy head, before jumping the gun you might wanna put your assumptions aside.” 

“You did not just call me bubble gum head! You look like a cheap barbie with fried blonde hair!”

“YOU little-”

“Guys! What is going on?” now another voice came in, you looked up to see Namjoon standing there dumb founded. He wasn’t just the only one dumbfounded though- there were six boys standing in the cramped locker room all together. All with round doe eyes staring at the unexpected guests.

Looking at the familiar boy's voice you sighed in relief. His gaze fell on your form. He instantly looked worried. “Y/N! You’re here? What happened? Running from fangirls? I-”

“Joon, I’m...fine I think.” You both laughed. 

“You know her, hyung?” the pink haired boy asked with a pout. Namjoon nodded while walking up to you and hugged you softly. 

“Y/N’s a friend of mine from Lit club. Y/N- Jimin, Jimin Y/N.”

You smiled softly at him while he looked a little shocked but returned a grin. 

“And that's Jisoo- the one with black hair.” jisoo smiled a little before returning to her nonchalant expression. “That's Lisa and the scared one's Jennie.” they both waved with an awkward chuckle. 

“Lastly the fried blonde barbie here is, Roseanne.” she did not smile-glaring at him. 

Jimin smirked, “well aren’t you such a sweetheart, Roseanne.”

She chuckled before rolling her eyes playfully. 

Just then another figure walked in- or so- out of the shower that's installed in the washroom of the locker room. The raven mop of glistening hair that came out of the shower looked at your eyes first. Looking down you notice that he was shirtless. A set of abs on his stomach- they weren't too prominent but you could tell that they were there.

Holding your breath in you looked back at the guy, he titled his head before smiling up to you. “Y/N! Is it not?”

You blinked twice. You blinked thrice. How did this insanely hot guys with black hair know you?

“Don’t you recognize me? Snarky I thought I was more memorable than that.”

Your brow shot up. It was him. The guy you met almost a month ago in the school show. The boy in the silver mask who had the silkiest voice on earth. 

Laughing at the way you two met again, you spoke to him, “You’re the daddy long legs I met who came late to the show?”

“Hey! I was only ten minutes late” he playfully used a deeper tone. Playful or not- it did set your heart on an inextinguishable fire.

Namjoon looked perplexed- brows furrowed together. He looked back at the two of you. The boy standing with a pair of sweats and nothing on top and the girl who he seemed to have met before. 

It wasn’t long before he slowly pieced the things together- a rough idea formed in his head. He stayed quiet. “Y/N, how’d you guys get here?”

You looked back at Namjoon and exhaled a big sigh. Ready to explain the madness. “It was the fangirls. They were chasing us like hungry wolves.”

He remained quiet, looking back at Jimin. They exchanged glances and looked back at the boy with black hair who had a nervous look on his face. 

“Why were they chasing you?”

“Haven’t I already told you, Joonie? The girls have been all up in my ass since the past month because this damned brother of yours might have a crush on me!”

The boy with black hair winched at your remarks about him. He gulped and looked down. 

“Yeah. Taehyung said that. Did you ever try to talk to my brother about this?”

“I can’t! If i do, I’ll be burned to death and probably kidnapped. Don’t you know how crazy these people are? They’ve made my life into a circus.”

“You do know how Taehyung looks like, right?”

“No. I don’t. And at this point- I don’t wanna.”

“That twat’s made everything so difficult! And he hasn’t even had the guts to walk up to me and even confirm or deny any of this!”

“D-do you perhaps hate m-Taehyung, Y/N?” sparkles eyes said from behind her.

“I don’t hate- I LOATHE him. If I ever find him- I’ll make sure he doesn’t see the light of the day again.” 

He winced. 

“Whatever Taehyung did is pretty fucked up huh, Y/N” Jimin said beside Namjoon and glanced back at Taehyung with mischievous eyes. 

“Oh you have no idea. I’ve never even spoken to his dude and he suddenly tells everyone he likes me! How even.”

“Taehyung better make amends with you soon- don’t you agree, Jimin?’’ 

Jimin nodded in response and looked back. 

A stuffed groan from behind the three boys, you turned to see another boy standing there. Chocolate brown hair that fell over his brows. Round doe eyes staring onto you specifically. He was also wearing the red jerseys- all the boys were except Sparkle eyes. It had 12 written on it. “Will someone care to tell the rest of us what’s going on?” the boy said, brows furrowed. 

Namjoon turned around and muttered a sorry. “Jungkook- sorry kid. These are our friends. “

With that the said boy Jungkook gave a tight-lipped smile and waved, eyes shifting from Y/n to Lisa. 

Soon a loud bang came from the other side of the door. “Hello? Is anyone there! The soccer team?” a loud female voice spoke.

Namjoon took the initiative and spoke back, “Yes. We’re here. Who is this?”

“Oh-omo- Namjoon oppa~ It’s me- Soojin from Chemistry class!”

“I don’t know a Soojin and I don’t want to.”

“Oppa~ Don’t be mean. Have you seen five ugly girls running around the corner here? We’re searching for those rats.”

“It’s only the boys here. You can leave.”

You looked at Namjoon and mouthed a thank you.

“Can you open the door so that we can check!”

“No. Leave. Now.”

“Oppa! You don’t get it! We’re searching for Y/N and her rat friends!”

“I am not your “Oppa”, you can leave unless you’d want me to call the teachers on you.”

“What if you’re lying! WE NEED TO CHECK.”

“Thats’s it we’re bangging the door until you open it!”

Namjoon turned around and whispered “Hide!” 

Your blood ran cold. You looked at the four girls and motioned them to hide somewhere. Jimin must’ve understood your panik expressions, he grabbed Roseanne's hand whilst gesturing Jisoo, Jennie and Lisa to follow along. 

Before you could do a thing, a hand held yours- dragging you into the washroom and shutting the door tight. You were about to scream when a hand covered your mouth. Upon turning around- you saw Sparkle eyes looking at you. “Shush Y/N! I’m hiding you idiot.”

“I got scared, okay? Nobody just drags me into the bathroom and stands so close to me . . “

You just realised what you said, you noticed the way his broad chest was pressed against your head. Hand wrapped around your shoulder protectively in the tiny washroom. You looked up meeting his gaze. 

His deep black eyes that bore into you, you remember looking into them at night. It felt like deja-vu. The same starlight that lit up in his eyes when he looked at you so intently. Your lips parted, releasing a breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

You hand reached out to hold his shoulder tighter- your chest pressing against his. His gaze never left yours. “We’re standing very close.” he slowly muttered. 

“Yes. Yes, we are.”

“Do you want me to go away?”

Silence. You didn’t say a word. You couldn’t- not when his galaxy of eyes bore into your soul, enticing you to hold him tighter. 

His gaze broke into a sad look when you didn’t answer him back. He slowly retrieved his hands. Your hands quickly found their way to his and you put them back to where they were before. “Don’t go.”

“SO YOU’RE TELLING ME THAT THOSE GIRLS AREN’T HERE?!” a loud female voice broke out from outside the washroom. You figured that the mob of fans had entered the locker room. 

“Listen Soobin, we don’t know who you’re talking about and why you want to find them so bad but they are not here.”

“Oppa! My name is Soojin not Soobin.”

“Does it look like I care.”

“What about Taehyung oppa! Is he here?”

“..no.”

“But he’s always with you guys!”

“Well he isn’t TODAY!”

You heard footsteps increase towards where the two of you hid. “Taehyung oppa! Are you in there!” A thud came from the door.

You looked upwards and saw Sparkle eyes gulp before looking away from your gaze. 

“I can see your jersey outside of the washroom here! I know your inside oppa!” She continued banging on the door. “Shit” he cursed under his breath.

He looked angry. Troubled. 

“YES! I’M IN HERE AND I WANT YOU TO LEAVE ME THE FUCKING HELL ALONE!” he yelled, grinding his teeth in anger.

“Oppa I-”

“No! Leave. Me. and Y/N alone!” His hands went up to the doorknob and twisted it open. Your eyes widened. “What are you doing!” you yelled but he simply held your hand tighter and stepped outside. 

There were around fifteen girls standing outside, all shooting fire at you when they saw you holding his hand. He took a deep breath and began :” Listen up and listen well, I like Y/N. you have NO rights to abuse me or the person I like. You don't own me!”

The girls grew quiet, gulping at his sudden rage. Taehyung was very laid back and introverted so this was very new for all of his BADTF’s 

“I am so sick of you guys not letting me or my hyungs have a normal life and make friends and talk to other people! I am not your oppa! You are not my friend or my family! Please let me live normally…” 

His voice cracked at the end, eyes red and glossy. He bit his lip before looking back at you. 

“It’s okay...you can cry if you want to.”

He sniffed before putting his head in the crook of your neck. You put your hand in between his hair, slowly patting it. “Funny how your eyes Sparkle even when you cry, Taehyung.”

 He chuckled, a drop of tear falling from his eyes to his cheeks. The pressure he’d been holding in releasing from the salty tears.

“You said you loathe Kim Taehyung.” he slowly released himself from your embrace. 

“Not when it's you.”

@youmistme​ 

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?”

@youmistme​

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!

read the sequel too! His Love in two lines !

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 :)

paris in the rain | kth (m)

summary: you’re stuck in the city of lights, but your mood is anything but romantic. no, you’re stuck here against your will and nothing (you mean absolutely nothing) is going to distract you from your work and the important art auction that’s happening in two weeks’ time. 

…except maybe the artist that takes you in after you’re denied a hotel room. the same artist who takes you out for sightseeing in the city, has you dancing in the streets of paris, and has you slowly feeling whole again as you fall in love with life and, eventually, him. 

title: paris in the rain pairing: artist taehyung x museum curator f. reader genre: fluff, romance, angst, smut, strangers to lovers au, “stranded in a foreign country and a handsome person helps you” trope word count: 24367 words (eye am ,, so sorry) warnings: oc misses her flight! and she’s super bitter about it!, a misogynistic hotelier!, running from security (it’s not that serious), cursing, fluff, dates that these two insist aren’t dates but are actually dates, taehyung is smooth and suave and this causes oc to short circuit but tbh me too, (mutual) pining, kissing in the rain, marvel references, sadness, crying, smut, slow and sweet and unlike the past two things i’ve posted LMFAO, making out, this has the slightest bit of soft dom! taehyung and sub oc but it’s rlly just sappy sex, grinding (clothed and unclothed), (f. receiving) hickies, breast and nipple play, (f. receiving) body worship, (f. receiving) oral sex, (m. receiving) hair pulling, (f. receiving) fingering but for like on second LMFAO, (f. receiving) orgasm denial, talk of birth control, unprotected sex, this is rlly tender and tbh i got emo over it, big cock taehyung bc of course he is, cockwarming, (m.receiving and f.receiving) orgasm. cumming together, cumming inside, post-sex crying and emotions, the angst happens post sex so prepare for that, angst angst angst, crying, dumb decisions on behalf of the oc but me too, revelations!!, and a happy ending i promise :D rating: 18+ for smut, language, and the amount of angst i put in here lmfao songs to listen to: playlist linked here! a/n: this fic is ,,,, extremely late ,,,,,, and i wish i could explain myself but the only thing i can really say was that this story has been living in my head for two years and i was so dissatisfied with the first draft and i added so much more and i ended up being so frustrated i took a break from it :’)) i looked back and edited it and while i’m still not completely happy, i can say i’m satisfied :’)) this was my first ever wip (back when i was a tiny reader blog and a beta-reader) and this taehyung has lived in my head rent free since october 2019 so seeing him written? and out in the world is kind of crazy? all i can really say is thank you for sticking around <3 happy holidays from me and this taehyung (as well as his baguette), hoping you stay warm and happy <33 AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO TAEHYUNG <33 thanks to: LITERALLY THE TWO BEST PEOPLE AND FRENCH TRANSLATORS I KNOW ISI @triviafics and FI @taesinferno i have THE MOST TALENTED FRIENDS EVER PEOPLE!!!!! isi and fi put up with me helped me with all french translations in this fic and isi gave me so many beautiful descriptions of paris, i really could not have done this fic without them. they are pure magic and i am forever indebted to them <33 AND!!!! MISS BELLS @hobisuniverse​ FOR CREATING THIS AMAZING FUCKING BANNER I AM CRYING OVER IT!!! she captures this fic so magnificently and i’m in tears over it. i love you hobi’s wife aka bells <33 and i cannot thank you enough <33 disclaimer: i am not a museum curator!! nor do i live in paris!! some details may be messy or do not make sense, i highly apologize if you find this as such :(( also!! this work is mine, please do not plagiarize. also highly unedited and not beta-read bc i am a clown, will edit soon <33

Everyone who knows you knows that you’re shrewd, able to conjure up calculations in your head with the blink of an eye.

Weiterlesen

Got It

Synopsis: (Secret Agent! AU) You sat on barstool inside a strip club. You have your eyes on Kim Taehyung, another mercenary agent like you. You planned it for months. You were hired to intercept Kim Taehyung before he can transport an information that could ruin  several market industry. Your goal is to steal his watch. However, you were faced with slight difficulty. You were enjoying his company way too much. Can you resist his charms? You have to try harder.

Warning: Mature Content, mentions of weapon, sexually suggestive conversation, lap dancing, dry humping.

Word count: 3,395

Mood song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8wjbY0Tyfr4

“One Bourbon, please” you ordered as you raised your hand to signal the bartender and slowly sat on the barstool. You swiveled from your seat and leaned with your arm on the high table while you wait for your drink.  

From your seat you could see men riveted to the girls on the stage, dancing, flying and grinding down to a pole. But your eyes were fixated on somewhere else. You’ve been waiting for this for so long, meticulously planned and watch it fall in to proper places before you could make this move.

You were wearing a tight-fitting midnight violet dress, chest slightly exposed, and the hem ending right above your thigh. When your drink arrived, you shifted from your seat, legs crossed, and your elbow resting from the table as you took a sip from the rock glass. You tucked your hair from your ear when it fell, and you could swear someone was gazing at your direction.  It was hard for men not to look at you, they’d be damned if they didn’t.

Well, naturally you’d be attracting a lot of men from your seat, since you are one of the few women inside in a male-catered strip club. You weren’t there for a show, or some woman engulfed with jealousy to see your cheating husband having fun.  No, tonight you are an exception. You are there for a purpose and right now he is finally staring at you. Just one seat apart.

“Your first time?” He asked, taking a shot from his glass. He raised his empty glass to indicate the bar tender to refill his drink with a 21-year-old Royal Salute. You raised one eye brow and looked at his direction. “No” you smiled.

“What brings you here then?” he pursed his lips and folded his arms. His eyes now surveying you. “Observing…” your body leaning a bit forward to his direction, not showing one bit of intimidation. “Observing?” he continued, in return he also leaned towards you, not backing out as if taking up to your challenge. “Hmm..” you chuckled, sitting back from your position and being the first one to concede to whatever it is you two have stirred. You sipped from your glass, eyes now looking at the women dancing.

“You like women?” he tilts his head

“I like men more” you replied, as your finger traced the outlines from your glass and you stared back. You faintly saw his spine shake, as if you have roused something from him, piqued his interest.

“What brings you here?” You asked coyly. He just bats his eyes and smiled. Damn, he looked cute.

“Just like any other men, up to no good.” He confessed and grinned. “So, you are here to observe and learn from those women up on the stage? For what? For your boyfriend?” he looked back to the stage and sip from his glass.

“You could say that… but no, I am doing it for someone else, someone I want to attract for the night…” you spoke bluntly, while looking at him even if he was looking at somewhere else.

He turned around and smirked “Must be one lucky guy”.

“Who knows, it might just be you.” you shrugged as you looked away, smirking. You finished whatever that is left from your glass.  

“Kim Taehyung” he extended his hand to yours. You looked back and smiled.

“Y/N” you replied.

“Nice to meet you Kim Taehyung” you shook his hand.

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You already knew who he was. Kim Taehyung.

Your current client, a man named Mr. Ong who holds a seat on an international trade bureau, introduced Taehyung’s file to your office one night. During your study, you found out several similarities you shared him. Both of you are mercenaries, independent agents to whoever have any interest to shell out millions of dollars for a single task.

Both of you had a promising future, but dropped out from school just because. Both of you started early on this underground business knowing that the pay is more than good, in fact it blasphemously outrivaled any other job. Fuck. You roll your eyes. You are pretty sure he gets the same elation after every successful mission. You two must be insane, and that further ignited your pursuit. Nothing is more attractive to you than a man who shares the same ambition, no matter how morally wrong it appears to achieve.

You were tasked to steal an information from him, encrypted to a memory card hidden somewhere beneath his watch, as you were told. Your client insist that it is of great importance, that the market industry of several countries will be in jeopardy if that information is not intercepted immediately. Honestly, you could not care less.

Now that the secret transporter is right in front you, his boxy smile is definitely testing your confounded endeavor and your damn loyalty to the money.  You furtively shake your head hoping to keep your mind refocused on the present task.  You can’t let your months of probing, studying profiles and building a fake character around the people involved just to get this close to him go to waste tonight.

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“Oh so you knew my friend Jimin huh?” he chuckles. Finishing his 5th shot of whiskey. He raised his again to gesture the bartender for a 6th refill. “I’m appalled you haven’t gotten under his influence. Typically, women just…” he laughed midway. You didn’t know why, but you did the same. You weren’t drunk just yet, but you somehow already feel intoxicated around him.

“…just are drawn to him. Even when he just breathe, they are instantly swept off their feet by Park freaking Jimin. It’s not just women, even men!” He raised both his brows, clearly surprised.

“Maybe, but I’m drawn more to men who is crazy as me.” You flipped your hair, exposing your neck. “…and he doesn’t quite make the cut” you continued.

You smirked as the sight of him gulped. He took a quick glance from your bare display of your decolletage. Did that surprise him? But you were just getting started.

“What do you mean by that?” he slowly returns his gaze from your skin towards your eyes.

“Well…” you tilt your head bashfully as you stood up and move to a sit right next to him, finally closing the gap.

“I like to make. Bold. Moves. That’s for starters” you bit on your lips trying not flash another smile, as you took his glass from him and downed all its contents empty. He froze. You left him dumbfounded.

You looked at the sight quite proudly, taking control of the mis en scene, leaving him bewildered and vulnerable. It is only a matter of time and patience to have him finally wrapped around your fingers, and you are willing take it slow. Shit. Are you enjoying this way too much?

“Bold moves? I hope you are not revealing yourself way too much. It’s pretty dangerous” he looks away as he asked for another refill you stole from him.

You chuckled as you were holding on to your empty glass, staring blankly at it “Aren’t I? I kind of like that sound” Suddenly you felt his warm palms against yours. You stopped smiling as you turn your gaze towards him, clearly off-guard. “Your glass please?” he demanded as he smirked.

Did he just took over and shift the control of the present situation to him? You jolted at the thought.

“Sure…” you handed your empty glass over to him. He held it for the bartender to have it filled with the same drink he had earlier. “I hope you don’t steal anything from me for now on. I don’t like it.” He said sternly.

“Sorry” you apologized, looking down.  You suddenly stiffened from your seat. Wait, did you just apologized to the person who you are supposed to deceive and exploit by the end of the night?

“It’s fine” he snickered. “Women showing regret when they’re wrong, that’s genuinely attractive” he gleamed at his own glass as he took a swig.

You were lost in thought. Confused. What just happened? You never liked the idea nor the feeling of being subordinate. You love being in authority. Men, influential men, you always find them on their knees begging before you and asking for your help. It is the view you glorified, perpetually.

Just how many women can make men desperate without taking off their clothes or pointing out a gun? What you two have is far greater than a human figure or artillery, it was knowledge. Vast one that can possibly create a war if one of you ever fancy. It is the reason why you kept this job.

However, you are confronted by a man who might just be far superior than you are. Have you misjudged him?

“Do you… perhaps find me attractive?” you tried revert the situation with your question.

“I don’t see any reason why I shouldn’t be.” he replied. He raised his eyebrow

“Sorry for earlier. Maybe I can make it up to you if I show you how remorseful I can be?” you instigated.

“Oh, was it not enough?” he licked his lips.

You shook your head. “I can do better.”

You pursed your lips pointing out to the dancer. “Want me to show you? All free. Well, that is, if you agree..”

“Right now?” he enquired as you nodded.

Quickly, he downed the last of his whiskey. You waited for his reply. “Where can I see this show you were saying?”

“Follow me” you held his hand and left the strip club.

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As you opened your hotel room, you directed Taehyung to enter first. He was hesitant at first, but your smile softened any trace of doubt from him and finally entered the room.

“Nice room. Quite cozy…” he looked around the ceiling even if there wasn’t anything to see. You closed the door behind you.

“Sit” you pointed at the wooden chair to Taehyung. He obliged, yet his feet were shaking.

“Relax, I’m not going to do an interrogation” You stood behind him, reaching out an arm as you gently pressed your hand on to his lap, assuring his safety. He suddenly quivered from his sit. “We haven’t even started yet.” You chuckled.

He moved his head, as if tickled at the dry sensation of your voice which sits right next to his ears. You pulled out your phone from your purse and filtered through the contents of your playlist.  Finally you found it and played the song you’d love Taehyung to hear.

As the first verse fiddled, you surprised Taehyung by dropping down your heel in between his legs from behind while he remained seated. The sight left him paralyzed. Finally, you were back in control.

You brushed your hand on your bare legs from your thigh down to your heel, entrapping him further to you, with your delusive enticement. You needed to put his attention on you, and kept it as long as you could.

You shift your position, and danced in front of him now. Swaying your hips, spreading your legs and dropping down on your heels, shamelessly. You let him watch and do nothing from his sit.

When the song was almost over, you artfully sat on his lap, moving your hips against him as if simulating the act of copulating. It was dastardly obscene, but you are not one bit regretful. In fact, if this isn’t a part of your job you would gladly taken your clothes off for him by now.

Suddenly you felt his growing bulge. You were startled and left flustered, but you got to keep on going. You looked away from him, unsure what to do next, yet he swiftly took your chin to face him.

Earlier, you found this man adorable and full of charm, but now you found yourself intimidated at his gazed and the abrupt change from his face. His expression unyielding. His posture dignified.

His free hand secured your back, while you move not letting you leave a single gap away from him. He bit his tongue and watch you danced. Everything about him suddenly felt fatal and intense.

You didn’t want that. His hands are not supposed to be there. It will ruin your plan. So you pulled out both of his hand placed it above his head. You held on to his wrists. You secured it with your left hand as you unbuttoned his shirt slowly, using your right.

You weren’t choking him, yet you found his eyes shut and his mouth gasping for air. Then it hit you. It’s the perfect chance for you to end this whole ordeal. You brushed your nose on his shoulder slowly moving up to his ears. Lips almost touching his ear lobe.

He let a soft moan.

You whispered sweet nothings against his ears, telling him how good he is just by merely sitting down. You made sure he was so distorted from reality, unaware of the fact that you are beginning to take his watch from his wrist.

“Aren’t good boys the best?” you whispered as you pressed down the pressure point that sends him unconscious. You sighed.

“That was easy huh?” You stood up and fixed yourself from the table mirror. You looked at the watch and smiled. Delighted to find yourself victorious.

You took your purse and tucked his watch inside. “Oh, I almost forgot!” you picked up your phone which you tossed on the floor earlier. Before you left the room, you took one last look at the man.

Has it not been for work, you would’ve asked him out for coffee instead of a private show and a lap dance. It could have led something and somewhere better for the both of you. “Maybe in another dimension, we could have been drinking hot coffee right now, talking how shitty our jobs are…” you shrugged. What were you expecting? You just knocked him unconscious and you were waiting for a reply?

You turn off the lights of the room and left.

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Upon arriving at your apartment, you began to inspect his watch, looking for the memory card your client desperately covets. You carefully unscrew his watch, removing its contents gently. You finally found the memory card hidden at the back of the plate.

You took your memory card reader device and connected it to your laptop. You opened the folder and found that there was only a single file in it. You checked. It’s a recorded video.

“Hi Y/N. Surprised?” he chuckled. Damn it. You knew you are screwed.

“Well to be honest, I wouldn’t expect you to get this far, but hey, congratulations! Well done! But don’t you think I’m a far better player?” He scrunched his nose while staring at the camera. You snickered. You nodded, showing you’ve conceded. You were well played.

“You see, I always knew one day I might be able to face a tough contender. But…” he looks at his watch on his wrist and then throws an identical one above his face and catch it with the same hand. Dangled it on the front of the camera as if to annoy you further at your defeat. “You always can’t be too sure, can you? Wait…” he fixed his camera and placed it on the floor.

He rolled his pants, and wrapped the original watch around his thin ankle and hid it with his socks and pants. “It’s going to be uncomfortable from now on, but at least I’d be able to sleep soundly tonight” you were baffled at the scene. You were right. You have definitely underestimated him.

“Oh, you were wondering how I knew you before getting this? Well, let me enlighten you. The moment I received this specific job to transport this information from my client to another. I made a point of doing some research, finding who my client might be having bad terms with. Unfortunately, I trickled it down to your client, Mr. Ong. I have him followed by the people I trust. Later on, I found out that he had hired you, so I asked someone to follow you too. Actually, you may have heard of him.” You gasped. No, you shook your head, hoping you were wrong.

He nodded, as if he saw right through you from the screen. “Jimin. Yes, Park Jimin. You see, never underestimate a seemingly naïve man. You never know what’s underneath them.” He looked down to where his original watch was hidden, as if adding more fuel to your growing frustration.  It’s funny how you couldn’t bring yourself to hate him. You actually admired him. His dedication to his job and the extent he is willing to do to get it done, that’s definitely appealing.

“We made it a point that he acts friendly towards you, make it conspicuous that he knows me. I needed you to look for me, follow me, and then trapped you down to where I want you to be.”

Your mouth was left agape. You remembered everything completely. From the moment Jimin introduced himself to you in a coffee shop, and down to taking you out for the evening. One night he insists on taking you home, when you two are walking the streets he suddenly pointed out the strip club, and then shared stories of him and his friend Taehyung who loves to spending time inside it.

How have you been so stupid and gullible, not having any slight idea that getting that information from Jimin was too fast and easy. Things are starting to make sense now.

“I made sure we meet at the strip club. Something tells me you have a knack for dancing…” he winked at the screen. “I always knew you have thing for good men. Good but naughty ones, right?” He nods to himself “Yeah, I also did my research well.” He folds his arms and sat comfortably from his chair. “I hope I convinced you enough to make you interested and keep you from being attracted to me.” He showed his boxy grin. “Aren’t I irresistible? Anyway, I’d also like to thank you. If you haven’t realized yet. I took something quite important from you too.” You froze. What was it that he took away from you?

“Your anonymity, that you hold so dearly.” He was right. Like any other mercenary agents, you desired working in the shadows. Having your true identity known will hold you back, that why you never kept a single person close to you. It’s going to disturb you from work. “Don’t you agree knowledge is very powerful and beguiling?” He looks at the watch from his wrist and pointed something on the side. “If you have been keener, you will absolutely realize that in between the strap of the watch you stole from me have a little device called locator.” Shit! You quickly packed your essential things in your knapsack. You knew what’s coming next.

“I told you, I like women who show remorse if they misbehave. Girls like you should be punished don’t you think so? But, thankfully, I’m quite a forgiving man. I am giving another minute after this video ends, so you can escape. Sorry Y/N, I am also doing my job. I needed more time before you can intercept me again. Maybe, if the time is right. We can have coffee?” you chuckled at the absurdity of the situation. The video ended with that. Asking you out for coffee when the time is right.

“Yeah, I’d love that” you chuckled. You can hear the police from downstairs looking for you. If only you have been more careful and overvalued him you wouldn’t be caught in this situation. You scoffed at screen. Looking at it one last second before you closed your laptop.

The smile of the person who just outsmarted you.

You quickly left from your window to run on the roof above your apartment. Suddenly your phone buzzed. A message from an unregistered number. While running you opened it and saw his message. “I had fun. Thanks for the private show ;) Don’t forget to throw your phone. I’d love to see you next time.” You chuckled as you threw your phone aimlessly away. Damn. He was good.

“Kim Taehyung, you got it” you smirked.

Author’s note: Thank you for giving time. I really appreciate it!