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Ever since your night with Taehyung, your friend group has done nothing but talk about it. Mira was beside herself that you didn’t reach out right when it happened, and she made sure the two of you went on a walk so you could talk it out because, according to her, it was “big news.”

Taehyung’s friends, on the other hand, had been spamming the group chat with questions for Taehyung about that night. He didn’t show you the chat, but he did tell you that he had to mute it because it was all his friends could talk about.

“They need to get hobbies or something.” He grumbled to you last night over text as you giggled to yourself.

Because yeah, your friends were taking it a bit far.

“Mira, I wasn’t about to call you or text you at midnight because of Kim Taehyung. You have been working hard on wedding planning, and you need your sleep.” You point out as you sling your backpack onto your shoulder and brush your hair from your face.

“You can call me or text me anytime about Kim Taehyung. You spent the night with him! The man you vowed to hate for the rest of your life. That’s huge!” She states, eyes wide and mouth drawn into an excited smile.

You knew why she was so excited; she had been trying to set the two of you up for years.

“I never vowed to hate him forever. Besides, nothing happened. Honestly, he just got drunk, called me, and I came over to get him into bed. That’s it.” You explained.

“You spent the night with Kim Taehyung?” A voice behind you said as you turned to see Morena standing by the front counter, wiping it down with a confused look on her face.

Shit.

How long had she been standing there for?

“Yeah, he drunk-called me. Nothing happened though, we are just friends!” You're stressed.

Did you want something to happen that night?

Absolutely.

When you walked through his door and saw him sprawled on the couch with miles of tan skin on display and only tight boxers covering his most intimate parts, you wanted to jump that man.

And when you woke up next to him after your nap and felt his cock pressing into your backside, you wanted to flip him over and suck him off until he came down your throat.

When Taehyung realized that he was almost grinding his cock into your backside, he pulled away with an embarrassed chuckle and began to ask about your book to ease the tension.

You wanted him.

You wanted him badly, but the lines were starting to blur between wanting him to help you with your book and wanting him because he was hot and you were horny.

“This is the one I met that one day when I had a doctor call, right?” Morena asked with a tilt of her eyebrow as Mira’s eyes widened and she looked between you and Morena in excitement.

“Oh my god! It’s you! You are famous in our group because you were the one to finally get these two together! Our group has been trying for ages, and you did it in one day! Oh, it’s so nice to meet you!” Mira says with a huge grin on her face as you shoot her a dirty look to get her to shut up.

“We aren’t together. We are just friends. Ignore Mira; she’s getting married and has her head in the clouds.” You explain.

“Well, I don’t know about the just friends part. When I came back from my call, there was some… tension…like sexual tension in the room. You could cut that shit with a knife. That’s why I asked you if you were seeing him.” She explains as she finishes cleaning the counter and throws the rag over her shoulder.

“I knew it!” Mira squeals as you blush and try to hide your face.

“Nothing happened!” You reiterate.

“Well, I’m disappointed in you. You spent the night next to him, and nothing happened? If it were me, I would have never let him leave the bed.” Morena jokes.

Something about Morena saying she would spend the night with Taehyung makes your stomach clench, and you can’t help feeling slightly jealous at the thought.

“He was drunk.” You explain.

“You did go back the next day when he was sober.” Mira points out with a cheeky grin as you lightly smack her arm.

“See, there was always the next day. He’s hot, not as hot as tall and tattooed, but still hot. There’s obviously chemistry; I say go for it.” Morena supplies, as you groan.

“You sound like Mira.”

“I’ve been telling her that for years!” Mira explains as you grab her arm and nearly pull her from the shop.

“Okay, we’re leaving. Nice to see you, Morena!” You call out as Mira is waving enthusiastically as you drag her to the door.

“See you! Next time I want details, I’m all invested now!” Morena calls as you shoot her a quick wave and pull Mira out the door and into the sunshine.

“Wait, who is tall and tattooed?” Mira asks you as you chuckle.

“Don’t ask. Come on, let’s go.”

It takes you one lap around the park to tell Mira the entire Taehyung story. The air is warm and bright, and the park is alive with flowers, people, and wildlife all soaking up the nice spring day.

You tell her everything. Taehyung drunk-calling you, him falling down the stairs, you helping him to bed, and the next day.

The story makes you blush, and by the time you are done, you aren’t sure if your cheeks are red because of the warm weather or because of Taehyung.

“Well, you are not going to want to hear this, but I agree with Jimin. That was a very girlfriend thing to do.” Mira says as you let out a weary sigh and take off your sweater, tying it around your waist.

Mira motions for a bench near the pond, and you sit down, taking in the bikers and runners as you both lapse into a comfortable silence.

“It was just a friend helping a friend. He is helping me with my book, and I helped him here. It’s not a big deal.” You say as Mira turns to face you, her knee bumping yours.

“From what I understand, friends with benefits means fucking only. Not sending each other cute memes, not flirting over text constantly, not taking care of him when he’s drunk off his ass. You care about him. It’s obvious you do.” Mira starts.

“Well, I think we have dipped into the friend category a lot more. Not many benefits have been happening lately, so we started to become friends.” You explain, as Mira cocks an eyebrow.

“Well, why not? Wasn’t the point for him to help you with your book?”

“I mean…yeah. But I’m not at that part in the story yet. My characters are still trying to figure things out, so I don’t need Taehyung’s skills… yet.” You smile when a duck walks up and pecks at the ground in front of you.

“Okay, I love the commitment to your book, and I’m sure your fans will love it too, but what about your life outside the pages? You don’t have to wait for your characters to fuck for you to fuck.” Mira concluded.

You stayed silent and watched the duck intently.

It was true; you did want to be sexual with Taehyung, but it was scary. It was scary how much you wanted him and how much chemistry there was between the two of you.

The last time you had this much chemistry with someone, it burned too hot, too fast, leaving you stranded in the dark.

“You are allowed to want this, you know. You are allowed to want him. I know in the last couple of months, your view on him completely changed, which can throw you off balance. But you are allowed to want him. Want sex with him.” Mira urged as you bit your lip.

A small silence stretched between the two of you before Mira spoke again.

“What Simon did…was awful. It should never have happened. But Taehyung is not Simon, and it’s not fair to him to compare. Taehyung is a good guy, and he cares about you as much as you care about him.”

You nod.

“Have you told him about Simon yet? Maybe it will help you feel more comfortable if he knows.”

“I want to. I have been thinking about it; I just—I haven’t had a lot of time to tell him in person.” You admit, as Mira cracks a smile.

“You spent the night with him and most of the next day with him, and you didn’t have time?” She teased as you nudged her arm, causing her to giggle.

“The timing wasn’t right! I mean, he was drunk and almost naked. Then, when I went back the next day, he was so tired that we fell asleep. I wasn’t about to drop all that on him!”

Mira was giggling, and you found yourself laughing along beside her.

“I still can’t believe you slept next to an almost naked Taehyung and didn’t do anything. You are probably the only girl he’s spent the night with who hasn’t taken his pants off.”

You groan.

“I mean, I wanted to. He looked so good. But he was drunk, and I had to work early the next day. Then the next day… I don’t know; it was raining, and he looked so sleepy and soft, we ended up just cuddling.” You explain feeling your cheeks heat when you think about sleepy Taehyung with major bedhead and a blissful smile.

God, he looked so cute.

“Girl, you are down bad for Taehyung. I can see it all over your face. Please talk to him about Simon and then let him make you cum.”

You smack Mira’s arm as she giggles wildly on the bench, and you change the subject to wedding planning, though in the back of your mind, you are already formulating a plan on how to tell Taehyung about your past.

“Taehyung, you promised!” Jimin whines over the phone as Taehyung stands in his walk-in closet with his hands on his hips.

So far, the only thing he has decided on for tonight is a pair of sleek black boxers that hug his ass and dick in all the right places.

“I know I promised Jimin, but something came up, and now I can’t.” He explains as he grabs for his black jeans and shoves them over his hips, and begins to search for a top.

You had messaged him yesterday asking if he was free to come over and work on your book again, and Taehyung happily agreed.

You offered to get dinner and make dessert and told Taehyung the only thing he had to do was show up.

Taehyung knew what working on your book meant, and he knew it was now your turn to be pleased, so he went through his closet looking for an outfit that would make him look good but not look like he was trying too hard.

“You promised that next time Jungkook and I go out dancing, you will come with us. You can’t hermit in your house forever, Tae.” Jimin whines as Taehyung grits his teeth.

Ever since he drunk-called you, that was all his friends could talk about. He muted the chat two days ago because the teasing was getting out of control, and he didn’t want to deal with it.

When Hoseok nearly fell over himself for Mira, no one batted an eye.

When Jungkook and Jimin finally admitted they liked each other, everyone was supportive.

But God forbid he drunk-called you once, and now he is the butt of every joke.

“I’m not hermiting away; I have plans,” Taehyung says as he reaches for his light grey sweater and throws it over his head. It’s tight enough to show off his shoulders and back, but loose enough to be comfortable.

He heads to the mirror, where he tries to tame his unruly hair as Jimin speaks again.

“Yeah, and what are your big plans for the night?”

“If I tell you, I’ll never hear the end of it.” Taehyung shoots back, feeling annoyed.

He didn’t understand why the thing with you was such a big deal. His friends never acted like this with any of his other friends-with-benefits, though he guessed the situation with you was much different.

He never called his friends-with-benefits drunk and told them he would die of loneliness if they didn’t come over and spend the night.

He also never took a nap with them and felt so at ease that he fell asleep almost immediately, cuddled up into their backside.

Jimin gasped, and Taehyung groaned.

“It’s with her, isn’t it!” He said as Taehyung finally got his hair looking the way he wanted, and he tried his best to smooth down some stray pieces.

“Yes.”

“Oh my god, this is so exciting! What are you guys doing tonight? I have a whole list of dates all planned out that you can take her on. Tae! Why didn’t you tell me? I could have come over and helped you get ready! Oh, this is huge!” Jimin babbled.

“This is why I didn’t tell you. You all get so weird about us. That’s why I muted the group chat, too. What happened wasn’t a big deal, and you all are blowing it way out of proportion. No one acted this way when you got together with Jungkook.” He snapped as he grabbed his wallet and left his room to head to the front door.

“Is that why you haven’t been active in the chat? You have it muted?” Jimin sounded genuinely hurt, and Taehyung bit his lip.

“It’s too much, Jimin. No one else got this kind of slack. She and I are figuring things out. Let us figure it out on our own.”

He knows Jimin is sensitive, and he knows he is being rude, but Taehyung really has had enough with how his group of friends has been acting.

They are too invested in the whole thing; if something does happen, Taehyung wants it to happen naturally, not because of outside pressures from friends.

“Do you like her, Taehyung?” Jimin asks seriously.

“Kind of hard to figure that out with you all breathing down my neck about her every five seconds. I’m going to her house to help her with a book thing; that’s it. No big epic date. None of that. Just what she and I agreed on.”

The other end stays silent, so Taehyung speaks again.

"Jimin, even though you are my best friend, I have to work this out on my own. I know you guys care, but it’s too much. I dunk-called her once, and you act like I got down on one knee and confessed my love to her,” he explains as he puts his phone down on the table so he can put on his coat.

“I know. We are just so excited for you, Taehyung. We haven’t seen you so happy about a girl in a long time. But yeah, I guess we have taken it too far.” Jimin admits as Taehyung lets out the breath he had been holding.

“She does make me happy, Jimin, and right now that’s all you guys need to know. The wedding is coming up, and I want it to be about Hoseok and Mira, not about whatever is going on with me. So please. Can you guys tone it down a bit?” He pleads.

“Yeah, I’ll talk to the guys about it. Sorry we made you feel that way, Taetae. I think we just got over-excited, you know.”

Taehyung laughs.

“It’s okay, Jimin. I know you guys are just excited.”

The phone call ends shortly after, and Taehyung feels a lot lighter. He never likes arguing with his friends.

The drive to your apartment is quiet as Taehyung follows the route his GPS set for him. He drums his fingers along the steering wheel and tries to ignore the knots in his stomach.

You didn’t sugarcoat why you wanted him over today, and even though he knew what he was in for, he still felt slightly nervous. Far more nervous than he had ever felt about any other hookup.

Taehyung turned down a side street and suddenly found himself in front of a quaint apartment building, and he swallowed hard, feeling his cock thicken under his pants.

Just the anticipation of getting his hands and lips on you again was making him horny as he parked on the street and blew out a long-winded breath.

You were standing in the doorway, smiling softly at him as he walked towards you, smiling despite his nerves.

“Come on in!” You say as you lead him through the front door and into the stairwell.

You take one flight of stairs up and unlock your door, as Taehyung can’t help but grin when he sees your space.

It’s small but lovely, with a cozy vibe that makes him feel right at home even though it was the first time he was seeing it.

He carefully took off his shoes and coat as you motioned for him to join you on the couch.

Takeout containers were scattered on the coffee table, and Taehyung’s eyes lit up when he realized it was the same food he had offered to you the first night you came over.

“Wow, this is an amazing spread!” He says as he plops down, and you offer him a container.

“Yeah, I’m a better baker than cook, so I thought it would be safer for me to order takeout instead of trying to make something. I do have homemade croissants for dessert, though!” You say, as Taehyung grins, and you both dig in, catching each other up on your days.

“I’ll have to teach you how to cook in the future. It’s not too hard,” he says as you stare at him in slight shock.

“Captain Kim Taehyung knows how to cook?” You tease as he blushes and ducks his head.

“Yeah, I know how to cook. I’m good at a lot of things, you know.” He shoots back, loving the way your cheeks blush and your eyes widen.

He didn’t mean to make it sound so suggestive, but hey, that was what he was here for after all, wasn’t it?

Once the food was finished, Taehyung helped you pack it all up and store it in the fridge. You brought out the croissants, which were buttery and flaky and loaded with the right amount of chocolate to make his mouth water.

Taehyung bit in but noticed you weren’t eating. In fact, you were sitting at the edge of the couch, looking nervous.

“Is everything okay? You don’t have to be nervous. It’s just me.” He says softly as he puts his dessert down and rubs small, soothing circles into your knee.

“It’s that obvious I’m nervous, huh?” You chuckle, wiping your hands on your pants as you break eye contact with him and instead stare at the floor.

“I mean, I’ve known you long enough to know your tells. Even in class, I could always tell when you were nervous.”

You nod and swallow hard.

“I, uh, brought you over here today because I wanted to talk about something. I guess it does have to do with my book…kind of.” You start as Taehyung is now the one to run his hands down his pants in nervousness.

Were you breaking up with him?

Is it even breaking up if it’s a friends-with-benefits situation?

“Baby Blue, you’re making me nervous here. If you don’t want to do this anymore, please just rip off the Band-Aid and tell me.” He pleads as your eyes widen and you bite your lip.

“No! It’s nothing like that. I want to do this with you. I want to do more with you.” You admit, scratching the back of your neck as Taehyung snickers.

“You want to do more, huh? What kind of things do you want to do? And don’t hold back from being descriptive. I’ve been thinking about it ever since you rocked my world and gave me that hand job-blow job combo.” He nearly purred

You can’t help but whine and cover your face with your hands, but Taehyung quickly pulls them away.

“Don’t. I like the look on your face when you get all flustered. It’s cute!”

“So that’s why you like teasing me so much? To see my reaction?”

“Of course. It’s always been cute. Even back in school.”

You look at him with a soft look on your face, and Taehyung grins. He usually wasn’t so open about his crushes, but this was you. And everything with you was different.

But in a good way.

“I, uh. Yeah, okay, I want to do more with you. I mean not just for my book but for…me.”

Taehyung continues to draw small circles on your knee, but his motions falter. Did you admit you wanted to be sexual with him for personal reasons? Oh god, his heart was hammering in his chest, and he felt light as a feather. You liked him! You didn’t just want to use him for your book; you wanted him for yourself.

“But I also think we need to talk about the elephant in the room before we go on…Simon.” You say, bringing all of Taehyung’s glowing thoughts to a halt.

Shit.

Simon.

Right.

“It’s not that I don’t want to do anything sexual with you; it’s that I’m scared to because of what happened with Simon. I want to tell you the story because I want you to understand before you get your hands on me. If that’s okay?” You say, staring at him with doe eyes that make his heart melt.

Taehyung grabs your hands.

“Of course it’s okay. I’m honoured you are trusting me with this. I know it’s not easy to talk about.” He says as you shift on the couch and let out a long sigh before diving in.

“I didn’t believe in love at first sight until I met Simon. He was tall, perfect, and smart. So incredibly smart. I think the only guy smarter than him was that Namjoon guy Hoseok used to hang out with.”

Taehyung cracked a smile.

“Anyway, I pined after Simon for a while before finally running into him at a party.”

Taehyung frowned.

He remembered that party.

He had lost his friends but wasn’t too concerned because he was the captain of the soccer team, and everyone knew who he was, so he usually made friends wherever he went.

Taehyung remembers heading into the kitchen to pour himself another drink, and that’s when he saw a couple making out against the wall.

He snickered to himself.

Rule number one of a party. If you are going to make out with someone, take it upstairs or outside unless you want people peering in.

Taehyung filled his cup with the cheap beer but found he was unable to tear his eyes away from the couple. Something about them sent a prickle up his spine, and he wasn’t sure what it was.

When they pulled apart, it clicked into place, and Taehyung’s jaw dropped.

It was douchebag know-it-all Simon and…you?

Why the fuck were you, of all people, making out with Simon?

You were smart, funny and pretty, and Taehyung was sure you would be one of the first people to see through Simon’s bullshit.

Hell, you saw through his bullshit right away.

You looked up at Simon like he placed the stars in the sky, and Taehyung felt a sourness in his stomach, and his heart clenched.

No way you were going for that douchebag.

Maybe you were wasted, and he was available.

Either way, Taehyung slammed his cup down and stalked the party to see if he could find Jimin, who could help him find Hoseok, who could get Taehyung in contact with Namjoon, who would tell him if Simon really was the piece of shit Taehyung thought him to be.

Taehyung never found Jimin.

Taehyung never got in contact with Namjoon.

Two days later, it was official: you were dating Simon.

Taehyung found out while in the library, trying to study with Jimin, who was too busy staring at Jungkook.

Taehyung remembered how Jimin told him, so casually as if it wasn’t important.

Still, Taehyung felt hurt, confused, and a weird prickly feeling shot through his body at the news.

You weren’t his

He shouldn’t care who you ended up with.

But he didn’t like it.

Not one bit.

“Anyway, things with Simon were good. We got along. He was always showing me small signs of affection, like holding my hand or throwing his arm around me. The chemistry was off the charts. It was great.” You continued, snapping Taehyung from his memories as he stroked the back of your hand with his thumb.

“Two months in, things started to take a turn. It was almost like he enjoyed the chase, but once he got me, he was…done with it all. He blamed it on the stress of exams, and I believed him. Until I didn’t.”

You bit your lip and looked sad, and Taehyung wanted nothing more than to pull you into his arms and protect you.

“It was like he didn’t know how to have a girlfriend anymore. He wouldn’t text me back. He would claim to always be busy when I wanted to see him. He stopped touching me. Even the small touches had disappeared. It was like he changed overnight.”

Taehyung frowned.

“We fought about it. A lot. We had different sex drives, and while I found sex and intimacy important. Simon didn’t.”

“We tried to work on it. He told me I was putting too much pressure on him, so I eased off, and then we didn’t have sex at all for almost two months. We were fighting a lot. I would find loads of dirty videos on his phone. He would rather jerk off than have sex with me. It was…humiliating.”

Taehyung’s heart is breaking, cracking in his chest, and he can’t take it anymore as he pulls you in for a hug, and you bury your face in his soft sweater.

“I’m sorry.” He says, rubbing your back.

“Eventually, it got worse. We had sex on his time, and when we did, he seemed to want to get it over with, so hardly any foreplay was involved. He rarely finished, and I’d catch him jerking off later. I’d never felt more confused and more unwanted in my entire life.” You confess as Taehyung draws you in.

“It became too much for both of us, and while I was willing to stay and work on it, Simon wasn’t. He broke up with me over text and told me that if I set foot in his dorm, he would call the police. He then…well. I’m sure you heard the rumours of me being a crazy slut.” You say, pulling away to stare at him.

Your eyes were glossy, and your lip was trembling, and Taehyung wanted to burn down the entire world with Simon on it if it meant making you feel better.

“I… yeah, I heard the rumours. Jimin had to hold me back from storming down the hall and punching Simon in the face. He nearly moved the table in front of the door, so I didn’t lose my soccer captain spot.” Taehyung admitted.

Your eyes widen.

“You were going to lose your spot? For me?” You ask slowly.

Taehyung smiles.

“I hated Simon from the moment I saw him. After what he did to you, it only made me hate that fucker more. I didn’t end up beating him up, but I wanted to. If Jimin weren’t there, I would have.” He confesses, tucking a hair from your face and smiling at you.

“Well. Wow. Thank you, Taehyung. I didn’t think many people would have stuck up for me. I mean. It was Simon. He was the golden boy, and everyone loved him.”

Taehyung chuckled under his breath.

“Not everyone. Pretty sure our whole group hated him. Namjoon did too. Hoseok told us Joon cornered Simon in the library and had a talk with him on how to treat women.”

You snickered.

“Simon probably didn’t like that. He never liked being told what to do.”

“I meant what I said a while back. We could hire a hitman and take him out. The world might be better for it.” Taehyung teases as you shove his arm playfully and grin.

God, he loves it when you smile.

“Yeah, I’ll consider it. How’s that?”

Taehyung grins.

“I think there’s a good chance of it happening. I mean… You considered me, and look where we are.”

Taehyung laced his hand with yours, and you smiled softly at him.

He feels himself soften when he looks at you. He wishes he could freeze this moment forever.

“Thank you for listening to me ramble. I just…needed to get it out because I needed you to understand.” You say softly as Taehyung smiles at you.