Mimi

Monomania 

monomania | ˌmänəˈmeinēə | noun exaggerated or obsessive enthusiasm for or preoccupation with one thing: she has an obsession with the drug that verges on monomania. 

There was something wrong with Taehyung. 

There were a few things in this world that Taehyung loved. He loves jazz music. The sultry melodies and the rhythmic sounds of brass instruments enticed him. He loved fashion. When people were creative, it inspired him more to chase after his own dreams and push his own ideas out to the world. He loved his camera. 

Because his camera was filled with pictures of you. 

Pictures of you at work. Your outfits. Your friends. The boys who occupied your attention from him. Your apartment. He especially loved taking pictures of your apartment. 

Whether you were there, whether you weren’t. He was obsessed with your apartment. 

Mainly because in his mind, you both shared the space. At least, it will be soon. 

It started almost one year ago.  

Taehyung worked long hours at a marketing company. He dreaded his job. Especially his coworkers and boss. 

The bakery down the street from his office was where he spent his lunch breaks occasionally. Until you started working there. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, from 2pm-6pm, you were there earning a buck. 

When he first noticed you, your kind smile and soft skin struck his eyes. He looked at you like you were a rare jewel on a sparkling necklace. Your voice was like honey, and your tone was gentle and sweet. 

“Welcome, May I take your order please?” 

He stared for almost a second too long. He returned your smile with his timid one. 

“A hot black coffee, and cheese croissant please,” 

You nodded, following along as you typed the order on the screen. “Cream, sugar, milk?” you questioned softly. 

He shook his head, pulling out a crisp $20 bill and handing it to you. “Please, keep the change,” 

Your eyes lit up at the kind gesture. “Thank you! I’ll make sure to have it right out to you!” You beamed as you handed him his receipt sweetly, waving him off. 

Taehyung reciprocated the smile, bowing his head and taking the receipt to his table by the window. His eyes trailed to you once he took his seat, watching as you interact with each customer. Kind eyes. Soft voice. Sweet demeanor. Like a princess, or an angel from a movie. You were the complete opposite of him. 

You seemed to enjoy your job, enjoy interacting with others. And everyone seemed to love interacting with you. This was quite the opposite for Taehyung. 

He hated others. He hated interactions. Everyone seemed to hate him too. 

“Here you go sir,” your voice sang as you placed a tray with his order down in front of him. 

Packets of sugar and various creamers amongst the trays. “I know you said you didn’t want any cream or sugar, but it seems like you’re having a rough day.  A little sugar wouldn’t hurt?” You suggested with a little grin, waiting for his reaction. 

He was wide-eyed and at a loss for words. You noticed his tense demeanor right beneath him, despite how kind he was while placing his order. You saw right through him. No. You noticed him. He’d never been noticed before. 

“Thank you,” he replied, watching you wave once more before turning on your heel back to your station. 

He eyed you as you took off, attending the counter once more. 

He cleared his throat before taking out his small digital camera, as he loved to snap photos of his meals every now and then. For some reason, the meal bestowed upon him from you deserved its own snapshot that day. So, he did. He snapped a photo before eating. 

As he exited, a chirp from you could be heard on his way out. “Have a great day! Come again!” 

His ears perked, head turning towards your beautiful expression again. Waving meekly before exiting the café. 

That was the day he decided to come again. And again. 

—— 

He came in again later that week around the same time. This time, you weren’t at the cash register, you were making the drinks. 

You smiled once you noticed him again. “Oh! Hi Sir, nice to see you again,” you exclaimed cheerfully. 

Taehyung was caught off guard. You’d remembered him, and it had only been the second time you’d seen him. Yes, you had left an impression on him, but did he leave one on you? 

“Hi, nice to see you. See you’re making the drinks today,” he chuckled awkwardly. He was never good at small talk. It was something his coworkers critiqued a lot about his behavior. The main reason why he didn’t speak to them now. 

You giggled back, nodding your head. “Black coffee again? Or could I make you something actually yummy today?” You questioned, grabbing a cup and sleeve as you headed towards the espresso machine. 

His brows were raised in surprise. Taehyung didn’t usually receive offers from anyone. Not even negative sarcastic ones. At his job, he simply did as told and continued on with his day. And he didn’t have any close friends either who would offer anything to him. 

“Oh, whatever you want to make is okay. I’m not picky,” 

You smiled, nodding as you began to make the beverage. A hot caramel coffee with whole milk and an extra pump of sugar. It was sweet. It was almost too sweet, but it was delicious.  

You sat the beverage on the pickup counter, signaling him to receive the drink. 

Taehyung shyly approached the counter, looking for confirmation. “Is this mine?” 

You nodded. “Try it! I think you’ll really like it,” 

He reluctantly picked up the warm cup, pulling it towards his lips as he took a long swig of the sweet coffee. He tasted the drink against his lips, his eyes widening at how much he enjoyed it. 

You clapped your hands cheerfully at his reaction.  

Cute.  

“It’s really good,” he complimented genuinely. You coined a big grin at his praise. 

“I’m so glad you liked it! I hate when people drink plain coffee, so I whipped this one up just for you,” you explained. 

Just for him? Favors and gifts were a foreign concept to Taehyung. Outside of his mother, he rarely received anything nice from those around him. Hell, he can’t even receive a day off from his company when it’s his birthday. 

“Hey uhm- I didn’t get rung up for this, how much is this?” He nervously remarked, his statement shushed once you shook your head. 

“Oh please, it’s on the house. You seem so stressed every time you come into the shop,” you replied, leaning against the counter as your eyes locked in with his. 

He took the opportunity to properly gaze upon your face. Eyeing every detail of your beautiful carved face. You were adorable. Your personality matched your beauty perfectly; it wasn’t something that could be disregarded or ignored by him. 

“I am,” he openly admits as he continued to sip his drink. “I work every day at that marketing building down there,” he pointed outside the window. 

Your eyes followed his direction. “Ahhh, I see. Marketing seems hard. I have school every day and work every other day afterwords, and I find myself getting really tired and stressed too. I can’t imagine what you’re going through,” 

On the outside, Taehyung nodded, following along with your words politely. But on the inside, he made mental notes. You worked every other day? Great. He’d figured out how to tailor his lunch breaks around your shifts. 

And school? Hm, what university could you go to? What is your major? How long did you have left?  

“Are you in college?” He simply asked, narrowing down his questions into one simple umbrella. 

You nodded, humming an ‘mhm’ to him. “It’s my third year. I’m a student at the downtown campus, focusing on healthcare,” you answered him. 

Taehyung's smile grew. Healthcare, third year? It made perfect sense. Your caring demeanor and youthful appearance. 

He looked at his watch and scoffed at the time. “I have to go back to work sadly,” he sighed, a furrowing of his brows amongst his face as he frowned. 

You returned the small frown, nodding your head before you waved off. 

“Wait!” You erupted as he turned his back. 

His brows cocked in confusion. 

“What’s your name sir,” you politely asked finally. 

He was taken aback, before clearing his throat to answer. “Taehyung,” 

Taehyung. The name registered in your mind from there on out. “Y/n, nice to meet you sir,” you introduced. 

Your name stuck with him like glue. He repeated your name to himself for the rest of the day. A name belonging to the most beautiful woman he’d ever met.  

———- 

Following his next few visits, Taehyung took his lunch breaks as an opportunity to get to know you more. At least, it started off innocently. 

He learned about your favorite food, your favorite class, and even sat on lunch breaks with you. He rarely spoke about himself, but with you, he felt free enough to let you in. 

He was older. Much older, but to you, he was just a really kind customer who spent 30 minutes every few days with you. Made your shifts go by quicker, tipped you well. 

But God, were you so much more than that to him. 

You slowly became the reason why Taehyung woke up every morning. Why he became less irritated at work, why he sprayed extra cologne on in the morning, and starched his outfits every night. 

You became the reason Taehyung took long walks around the city, hoping he could catch more traces of you. 

When you told Taehyung you were going to the library after work, he took it upon himself to go as well. Not with you, that would be overstepping a boundary. No. He disguised himself in a narrow corner by the entrance of the library, watching you walk in with a friend of yours to the study space. 

He eyed you from the corner, watching you place your earbuds in and highlight over your textbook. He took in the way the warm lights highlighted your face. How cute your scrunched nose adorned you as you were deeply focused on your book. 

As blessed as Taehyung was to observe this with his own eyes, he was too greedy to only take in the moment once. 

He fetched his camera, shutting off the flash of course before snapping a quick photo of you. Looking at the image immediately after it was snapped and saving it to his private folder of you. 

You studied for 3 hours. He stayed the entire time. 

Taehyung made a habit of waiting outside your job once you got off. Making sure you boarded the bus safely, as he waited in his car for you to do so. You didn’t know he did this. He wouldn’t tell. But he did. 

You were too innocent in his eyes to wait alone. You weren’t cautious enough to watch your surroundings and the people around you. A young girl like you taking public transit at night wasn’t a smart idea. Even when Taehyung offered you rides home, you politely declined as you didn’t want to bother him. 

But boy, you taking the bus bothered him worse. 

Today was different. 

Taehyung discovered that you lived alone. No one was home ever waiting for you to return. You walked alone every night. You came home to an empty apartment. 

Taehyung liked that. 

He waited in his car, parallel parked across the street as he waited for your bus to retrieve you. 

You should’ve been more alert, waiting at night for the bus to arrive. Maybe if you were, you would have noticed his car. You would have noticed him in the window. 

But you didn’t. You were naïve of the world. You didn’t overthink much, and it was a blessing and a curse. 

Your bus arrived. You boarded. The bus drove, and so did Taehyung. All the way until the bus dropped you off at your stop, which was right across the street from your apartment complex. 

Taehyung, of course, snapped his photos. You getting on the bus. You disembarking the bus. And you walking into your small complex. 

He parked at the leasing office of your building. Again, you should be weary and notice that this car had followed you for 20 minutes, but you didn’t.  

Taehyung watched as you walked, safely making it into your place in one piece before shutting the door. He watched as the windows inside lit up with the lights you turned on. 

This would be the day where Taehyung discovered where you lived. 

——- 

When Taehyung arrived home that night, he researched the place you lived. The complex only offers 1–2-bedroom spaces. It was extremely cheap, obviously catering towards the young students in the area. 

Not gated. Always leasing. Every amenity was shared. The complex had a laundry room, a mailroom, and even study space catered towards everyone who lived in the complex. 

He sat in front of his computer, favoriting the tab for later. He made a note for himself to apply for the place. Hoping that he will get a unit close to yours. 

Taehyung didn’t see anything wrong with it. He just wanted to be closer to you. You didn’t have a car, you didn’t pay much attention to anything around you, and you got along very well. If anything, he would be doing you a favor. In his mind, at least. 

He would take care of you. He would. Taehyung cared for you.  

Taehyung dug in his back pocket and retrieved the SD card from his camera, uploading it to his computer. 

Dozens of pictures from the last few months of you plastered amongst his screens. It was lit of countless off-guard portraits of you. 

You studying. You at work. You at the bus stop. And now, you walking home to your apartment. 

He favorited that one. 

“Any plans this weekend?” You asked as you handed Taehyung his receipt. 

It’d been almost 4 months since Taehyung first arrived at the bakery. He came in asking for the usual coffee you made him the second day followed by a cheese croissant, which you were currently making for him. 

It was Friday. Taehyung dreaded Fridays. You didn’t work on weekends; that meant no time to speak. The only time he’d seen you during the weekends was when he sat outside your apartment in his parked car, or when he quietly followed you around town when you hung out with your friends. 

“No, taking it easy and resting from work. How about yourself?” 

You nodded as you sleeved the warm cup of coffee, handing it to him. “I actually have a date, some guy from my English class asked me out,” you mentioned easily. 

Taehyung’s heart felt like it skipped a beat. Although this expression didn’t falter, he felt himself tense up at the words. He was irritated beyond relief on the inside. “Oh, really? Tell me about him,” he peered with a feigned sense of eagerness, sipping away at his coffee. 

You leaned against the counter with a smirk. “His name is Gabe, senior, and business major. He wanted to take me to this museum or something, but we haven’t spoken much. Kinda just text every now and then,” you gossiped to the older man. 

Taehyung stored every word you said meticulously in his mind. He kept a grin on his lips, but in his mind, there was a harsh grimace as he thought about every option possible. He had to prevent this date from happening. 

“Well, I hope you enjoy your date. He’s a very lucky guy,” 

—- 

Not lucky enough. Once Taehyung arrived home, he immediately got to work, researching his victim. 

He was able to put pieces together from his collection of photos of you, and your Instagram which he stalked daily, to find the man who was taking you out. Or, attempted.  

There was no way that loser was going to get to you. It made no sense for a guy like that to be with someone as stunning and radiant as you. The guy didn’t look extraordinary. Average hair, average skin, average height. You didn’t deserve anything average. 

Taehyung saved the profile on his computer, selecting the ‘message’ option on Gabe’s account. Taehyung wasn’t one to make threats. He made promises. He didn’t have to strike fear into someone; he had to inform them of what lies ahead of them. 

This is exactly the initiative he took with Gabe. Taehyung messaged the man from a private account. The text read his address, his IP, and a photo of Taehyung’s gun. Clean of course. Followed by one more brutally crystal-clear text. 

He’d never used the gun. Never needed to. He was a man living in the city, it was only smart of him to keep one for protection. Or, for a moment like this. 

“Don’t talk to y/n ever again.” 

Simple. Blunt. To the point. 

After a few moments, the text was read. The messages were liked. 

“Woah, sorry dude I don’t want any issues… I’ll drop the date now…” 

His work was done. He leaned back in his seat, opening his folder once more, scrolling through. 

He clicked on the favorites tab, a collection that was growing bigger by the day. Today, he liked a new photo of you. It was you in the window of your apartment this morning, getting dressed for class. Only a bra on and a skirt.  

“Oh Y/n,” Taehyung huffed aloud to himself as he allowed his hand to roam to the bulge in his sweats. He palmed himself at the sight of the photo. “How foolish of you to get ready with the curtains open,” he cooed. 

He bit his lip, squeezing his cock. “A pretty girl like you doesn’t know how to care for herself properly. Need me in your life,”  

Taehyung often caught himself doing this. Jerking to your photos, talking to them like you were actually there. It was almost incredible how quickly he got himself off to this too. Once a day wasn’t enough. Some days he’d do it 4 times. 6 times. Until he couldn’t cum anymore. 

Tonight was one of those nights. 

Ropes of cum usually filled his screen by the end of the night, landing on your photos. Loud screams of your name falling from Taehyung’s tongue as well. 

Every day, he prayed to be able to do it in person. 

—- 

You sniffled, sitting at your bus stop waiting for the vehicle to come sweeping you away from your misery. 

Taehyung watched from afar. He knew why you were crying. Your date was mysteriously canceled, and you were looking forward to it. 

“Hey,” Taehyung called quietly, feigning a confused look at your sullen expression as he approached you. “Oh, what’s wrong? Why’re you crying?” 

You were fresh off work. It was Friday. You were expecting a date the next day, and it would never come. 

“H-hi,” you stammered sadly. “It’s nothing, it’s really stupid,” you shut down, eyes looking at the concrete ground beneath the bench you sat at. 

Taehyung pouted. It hurts to see you cry, genuinely. Him being the cause, he almost felt guilty. But how could he? If anything, he saved you from a boring weak man who couldn’t care for you. 

“Hey, you can talk to me,” he assured, sitting beside you on the col bench. His eyes locked on your face. 

“He canceled the date. And he blocked me on everything. I don’t know what I did. I must have made him uncomfortable during our conversation,” you explained, eyes welling with tears again. 

Taehyung gasped, his brows furrowing in his faux sympathy for you. “I’m so sorry, you don’t deserve that,” he comforted the best way he could. “What do you mean you ‘made him uncomfortable’? What did you say?” He curiously asked, his body faced completely to you. 

You shook your head rapidly. “I-it’s, I don’t know. I guess it was too soon, it was stupid and my fault to tell him. I understand why he ghosted me,”  

Now Taehyung was intrigued. New information about you that he didn’t know? How could you be so open to that guy, but not to him? Why are you hiding from him now? 

“Tell me, "He said strongly. Not loud, but gruff and serious. He didn’t like that you didn’t tell him everything. Let alone, you had the audacity to tell another man? That’s not fair. 

Your eyes widened, looking at him in shock by the sudden assertive behavior. You gave in.  

“I told him what I liked in the bedroom. He said he was down at first, but then later in the night I was blocked,” you shamefully admitted whilst another tear shed. 

Taehyung looked at you with deep confusion. Sure, Taehyung peered into your life as much as he could. One thing that bothered him was his lack of knowledge on your sex life. You never brought men home, and at night your curtains were usually shut. You lived on the higher floors of your complex; it was almost impossible to peek in on you as he’d liked.  

“If you don’t mind me asking, what did you tell him that you liked?” He questioned softly, analyzing your humiliated face. 

The bus was approaching; you took it as your opportunity to end the conversation. 

“I should really get going now I can’t hold you up about my drama Taehyung,” 

As you collected yourself, a firm grip was laid on your wrist.  

“I can take you home, it seems like you need a friend right now, you can talk to me,” he insisted with a friendly smile.  

You kept a frown before nodding your head, agreeing to his request. 

He smiled and awaited you to stand with him, leading you to his car across the street. For some reason, the sight seemed oddly familiar, but you ignored it. 

He opened the passenger side door for you, allowing you to enter the car and sit comfortably before he closed the door. 

He started the car after fastening his seatbelt, pulling out of the parallel space and heading towards the main street. 

“Uhm, Taehyung?” You questioned; his eyebrows raised in acknowledgment. “Don’t you need my address?” You questioned curiously, confused at his actions. 

Fuck, he almost forgot. His expression was blank; he coughed before pressing the GPS on his dashboard. “Right, sorry I just assumed you were gonna give me directions as I drove,” he faked as he opened the keyboard. “You can put your address in,” he ushered, waiting for you to do so. 

You nodded, typing in the words and clicking the ‘start’ icon, the GPS voice narrating the directions. 

The ride was silent for about 5 minutes. Not an uncomfortable silence, but an awkward one. 

“So, are you gonna tell me what you told him?” He peered, bringing up the situation again. “As a guy, I'll tell you honestly if it was something that would push us away, you know?” 

You side eyed him, still recovering from your flurry of emotions. Flurry of emotions. 

“Well, I told him about my preferences in the bedroom,” you lead quietly, eyes shameful as you averted your gaze from his. “I- I like to play the dominant role, I like certain things that I guess he wouldn’t,” you continued on. 

He nodded. His heart secretly halted at the confession. He wouldn’t have taken you for that type, you seemed sweet and innocent, incoherent to sex life. But to find out that you liked to be in control, exuded something in him. A new fire that he never thought would burn. 

“That shouldn’t have driven him away,” he comforted. “Any real guy shouldn’t have an issue with letting their girl take control. As long as my partner enjoys it, she can do whatever she wants with me,” he assured you. 

Your ears perked and your eyes softened. “You’re being serious?” you questioned unsurely. He nodded, a small tug of a smile on his face. 

“Thank you,” 

“Of course, sweetheart,” 

—- 

“Would you like to come inside? I can make you dinner to repay you,” you asked as you pulled into your complex, parking at an empty spot in front of your building. 

Taehyung smirked. “If you’re offering, then sure, but you don’t have to repay me,” he assured, taking off his seatbelt as he shut the engine off. 

Exiting his car, you took the lead of walking towards your apartment, your keys jingling in your hand as you lead him upstairs to the unit. He viewed the surroundings, looking for cameras, nosy neighbors, bright lights, just in case. Anything that would help him furthermore with always keeping his eyes on you. 

You opened the door, “Ta-da!” You cheered, slipping off your shoes at the door as you entered the cozy space. 

It was surprisingly heavily decorated from what he usually seen. He had faint photos of your bright lights and some portraits among your wall, but not anything as high detail or descriptive as being inside. 

He slipped his off as well, keeping them by the door as he entered, eyes intently focused on every aspect of the apartment. Warm walls, pink throw pillows, pictures of your family, thick curtains, plants, everything. He took it all in. He could get very used to being here. 

“It’s so nice here,” he complimented. “Decorated everything yourself?” He questioned as he followed you into the kitchen. 

“Yeah, took forever, I've been living here since last year so,” you answered, pointing to your stool at the kitchen island. “Have a seat, I'll start making dinner,” you instructed. 

Opening your fridge, you took out some beef cubes, green onions, and eggs laying them amongst the counter. You headed towards your pantry and grabbed 2 packs of ramen. 

Taehyung watched you with a gentle smile, the way you flowed freely amongst your kitchen. You turn on your stove and wait for the pot of water to boil as you season the meat. The domestic sight made his heart flutter; it seemed as if all his fantasies for the past few months were slowly becoming real. His doubts of you never becoming his washed away day by day.  

“Oh shoot, my phone is dead,” your cursed, tapping the screen of your smart device repeatedly just to be met with a black cold screen. “Let me go put this on the charger really quickly,” you announced, walking to your bedroom. 

Taehyung nodded, acknowledging your action. He kept his eyes locked on his cellphone until he heard your bedroom door open and shut. Quickly, he rummaged in his pants pocket and pulled out his digital camera. Turning it on. 

He snapped a few photos. The photos of you on your wall. A photo of the kitchen, zooming in on the ramen ingredients. And a few more photos regarding the layout of the apartment, the windows primarily. For later usage. 

He heard your bedroom door open once more. He turned off the camera and shoved it back in his pocket before holding his cellphone again, smiling at you as you walked back into his sight. 

“I hope you like your ramen a bit spicy, I only siracha flavor,” you alerted, walking to the pot of boiling water and opening the packaged noodles. 

He placed his phone down to acknowledge you. His eyes timidly met yours as he quietly fidgeted with his hands. “I can handle it; I should be thankful that you’re cooking anything for me. It’s very sweet of you,” he said bashfully.  

You looked up to him with a soft grin. “You were kind enough to listen to my rants and take me home today, please allow me to repay you” you asserted. 

Once you began to assemble the bowls, Taehyung felt an urge of courage suddenly striking his core. He had been thinking about your confession earlier; he didn’t receive as many details as he would’ve liked regarding your bedroom fantasies. It was his right to know what you wanted. You pour yourself out to him any other time; why should now be any more different? He helped you avoid a date with a guy who wasn’t willing to fight for you the same way Taehyung did. He was the one who valued your ideologies, your wants, your needs, your wellbeing. He deserved to know.  

“Hey y/n, I have a question, if that’s okay...” he started off, his gaze low.  

You hummed, “mhm?” Waiting for him to finish while you continued your task. 

He paused briefly. “So, what exactly do you mean by being in control during bed?” He nervously spat out. 

Your cheerful expression fell into an incomprehensible one.  

You grabbed the two bowls of ramen and placed one in front of him, before taking your seat next to his. 

He sat up immediately. He became hyperaware as you were next to him, your eyes blank before you grabbed your chopsticks and picked at the dinner. 

“The dinner looks nice, thank you,” He bowed his head, grabbing his own utensils as he dug in. 

You nodded softly. Still quiet. 

“I don't know. I guess I just like to be the one who controls the pace of sex. I like to give commands, ask the questions, tie men down, things like that” you admitted nervously. Taehyung listened, his face unwavering as you explained. 

“I think sex is very vital to a relationship, and submission shows how much you trust your partner. It can be a sign of devotion and acceptance of the relationship you know? It’s not about just possessiveness, but it’s real love. Plus it’s just really sexy,” 

You added, your tone faltering at the last sentence. 

But Taehyung heard everything loud and clear. His brain decoding ever word and storing it like a smart computer. 

“I understand. I think guys should be most willing to do that with their partners. I personally wouldn’t mind having a woman tie me up and take over you know,” he assured your words as confidently as his coy behavior would allow. 

He blissfully enjoyed the dish you prepared while you sat in your thoughts.  

For some reason, the pattering of your heartbeat slowed and a sense of calm rushed over you from his affirmation. You enjoyed Taehyung’s company, but you never expected much from him other than quick conversations and laughs. Never in a million years did you expect to express your deepest desires to him. Let alone, for him to understand them and enjoy them for himself. 

You didn’t continue the conversation after that. You both ate in a comfortable silence. 

—- 

“Thank you for the dinner y/n,” Taehyung said as he took his empty bowl and yours to the sink. “I’ll wash the dishes for you,” he offered, grabbing a sponge and turning on the faucet. 

You shook your hands. “Oh Tae, that’s not necessary really,” 

Tae. The nickname was unfamiliar coming from your mouth. Not many people referred to him as Tae. Not even his own friends and family, maybe some coworkers but only when they’re passive aggressively speaking to him. He liked it coming from you. It was blissful. 

He shook off your protests and allowed himself to continue. He rinsed away the broth and debris before placing it on your drying rack. “What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t repay you?” He questioned rhetorically, coming back to your side. 

You froze with a grin. “What kind of friends do you have that do your dishes for you?” you chuckled teasingly, standing up from your seat. 

Taehyung’s face fell slightly at your words. “Not many, I actually don’t have friends who would even hang out with me really. Let alone invite me over and cook for me,” he admitted insecurely to you.  

You frowned at his admission. “I’m sorry, Tae. You know you can always call me if you wanna hang out and such, I’d love being your friend,” you wholeheartedly told him. Your arms extend and wrap around his neck for a quick hug. 

He froze.  

He was taken aback but didn’t miss the opportunity to hug you back. His arms wrapped gently around your waist.  

His breath steadied, taking in your scent. The moment was more intimate than he thought; the rapid pace of his heart racing brought him down from the high. You pulled away softly, eyes looking up to his almost dazed expression. 

“Are you okay, Tae?” 

“Sorry, it’s just, been a while since I’ve hugged a girl,” 

Shit. Why did he say that? 

Your eyes widened in shock. “Really? Like how long?” you peered, head cocking in confusion. 

“I-I,” he stammered reluctantly. “I couldn’t tell you honestly. It’s been years,” he continued shamefully. 

You didn’t laugh, scoff, snicker. You nodded, understandingly. “I haven’t really hugged or talked to any guys in a minute either. It’s why I was so happy to finally have a date, get a kiss out of someone for once,” you said as you related to his hardships. It wasn’t anything you were necessarily embarrassed of, but it wasn’t your favorite fact about yourself. 

Taehyung’s eyebrows rose. “I could kiss you,” he suggested before catching himself. His impulsive thoughts coming to light too quickly. 

You paused. 

You stared at him, your expression blank. God, he hated that. When he didn’t know about you. How you felt. What you were thinking. He hated every fucking minute of it. 

“Sorry,” he ushered, pulling away from your hug. “I should get going, shouldn’t I?”  

Taehyung grabbed his phone and his blazer, heading towards your front door vigorously out of humiliation. Just as he was about to slip on his shoes… 

“You can kiss me, Tae,” you simply allowed. Your voice is quiet, just above a whisper. You still stood in the same spot. With your island chairs. Facing his frantic body in vast parallel to your steady one. 

He froze in his tracks, eyes of hope looking into your certain ones. He took a few strides against the wood flooring. Meeting your smaller frame swiftly. 

Your head tilted up to his, your eyes low yet sure as you scanned his face. 

“Are you sure?” He questioned stiffly. 

You nodded rapidly.  

Taehyung wasted not a second more. His lips connected with yours in an instant; the kiss was feather-light but warm.  

You didn’t know what you were expecting. Contrary to his timid demeanor and soft-spoken voice, his kiss was confident yet desperate. His hands held your waist flush against his chest, and his breath was deep and rugged between the kisses. 

Your hands cupped his cheek, not allowing him to dare to pull away. Not that he ever wanted to. 

Once you both finally stopped, your breaths were caught in deep huffs, and your eyes were sewn onto one another. You could not resist the smile that crept on your face. 

Taehyung’s cheeks were reddened from the intense heat of the passionate kiss. He wanted to keep his eyes on yours, but the creeping sensation of bashfulness wouldn’t allow for it. His eyes scanned everywhere on your face but into your orbs. 

“Look at me,” you spoke sternly. His eyes flicked onto yours immediately. It was a command, not an ask. He obeyed. 

Your smile grew. “Good,” you cooed, cupping his cheek. “You listen really well, don’t you?” you questioned to the older man; he nodded slowly into the palm of your hand. 

“Aww, can’t use your words huh?” you asked authoritatively, already knowing the clear answer to your question. 

His lips tugged a small pout. “I-I can use them,” he spat out unconvincingly.  

“No, you can’t. Hardly can even look at me half the time we talk without getting nervous, I'm surprised you even kissed me,” you told, recollecting all the times over the past few months where you’ve two interacted. 

You’d talk; he’d listen. Not without toying with hands, or averting his gaze, or stammering hard as he fumbled out the words he needed to say. You’d notice it of course; his actions were subtle, but you weren’tstupid. You made him nervous, weak, and shy. 

You always thought it was adorable how he reacted to you. He was also very handsome as well, so it didn’t take long for you to be interested in him. He was older, had nice dark hair, a deep yet sweet voice, and valued your work ethic. 

It was natural for you to take interest in him, and luckily for you his feelings were reciprocated. 

If only you knew the exact feelings he had for you. 

Your feelings were vastly contrasted to his. You liked him. He loved you. You were interested in him, and he was obsessed with you. 

“I can’t. You’re right,” he pathetically admitted, his voice softening and pitching just above a whisper. 

You held back a small chuckle. 

“Do you like me, Tae?” You asked, opposite hand meeting with his chest, placing it over the space where his heart was, feeling each rhythmic beat pound against your palm. 

Something about the action was beyond explaining in words for Taehyung. You were so close; the moment was intimate, not only sexual but endearing.  

Your fingertips against his heart, the tone of your voice condensing yet somewhat nurturing, and the intense eye contact caused his blood to burn hot.  

He felt his pants get tighter and the blood flow rush to his manhood at each giving moment. 

He bit his lip, almost choking on the word vomit that he threatened to spew. 

“I do, I'm sorry if it’s weird. I know we barely speak but I love coming to the café and seeing you and- “ 

“Shhh…” you cooed, tapping his cheek lightly. 

His eyes widened, confusedly at your voice. 

“I know Tae, I know,” you whispered condescendingly as you strummed his cheek. “You were too shy because you thought I wouldn’t feel the same?” You asked him, receiving a rapid head nod as an answer. 

“Is that why you gave me so much reassurance when I told you my secret?” You questioned again. 

It took him a moment to remember what you were referring to. But how could he forget? The confession of your sexual desires to him. How much the two of you relate to the roles, how he told you that your fantasies turned him on as well. 

“Yes but, also because I genuinely like it too…you being in control that is,” he admitted, his eyes squeezing shut as his cock twitched in his tight dress pants. 

Taehyung dreamed about this moment constantly. His occurring wet dreams of you consisted of you on top of him, talking to him filthily about the lewd things you wanted to do to him. He found himself waking up in a pool of sweat with a raging boner every morning prior to work because of it. 

You hummed, understanding his thought process. Your eyes shamelessly looked down at his pants. His dick threatening to bust out of the seams. You smirked. 

“Follow me, darling,” you instructed, hands leaving his body as you walked to your bedroom. 

Taehyung’s eyes resembled a deer in headlights. Your room. He was going to see your room.  

The man shamelessly jogged after you, entering the space beyond the wood door and took everything in. 

—- 

Your room was surprisingly nothing like he expected it to be. It was filled with a flurry of all your niches. 

Posters of your favorite band, plushies of your favorite cartoon, your favorite color splattered in traces of décor and accessories.  

He viewed everything he could, as if he were writing down every item you had in a blank notepad in his brain. He noted your favorite lip gloss, or what he assumed to be so as it was sat loosely on your desk. As well as the brand of highlighters you used for school. He remembered that from the couple of times he watched you at the library. 

The brand of hair clips you used, the ones you tied your hair with at work? Everywhere. He already knew which ones you would like, but he underestimated how many were in your collection. 

Your room was a shrine of you. Everything you liked, everything about you, everything that reminded him of you. He felt like an art freak in a museum. Enamored by the amazing work that bodied his favorite subject. You. 

“It’s cute here,” he complimented as his eyes finally found yours again. 

You chuckled, “thank you, Tae,” you sat on the edge of your bed. “It’s even cuter when you’re here,” you added, crossing your legs while you sat. 

“I’m still in my outside clothes. I hate lying in bed with dirty clothes on. But I'm so tired from work, I can hardly move and take them off,” you complained, pouting at the inconvenience you feigned. 

Taehyung looked at you, his expression blank and almost dumb. His boner still prevalent and face redder than a tomato as he stared, confused on what even to do. 

“I can uhm. Help you out of clothes,” he offered quietly, stepping closer to you. 

You giggled again. “That’s so sweet of you, you should,” you replied. Your voice still sweet and firm, it was amazing how well you exuded your dominance to a man like him. Who knew a hard-working corporate man, had a thing for a young sweet girl like you? 

Taehyung nodded, more so to himself attempting to give himself some confidence before proceeding. 

His body made his way to yours, walking across the room to your bed and stopping once he was in front of you. His Adam's apple bobbed as he took a deep gulp, eyes meeting your top. 

Your smirk never faltered, waiting for him to finally make a move. 

You lifted your arms up, waiting for the man to take off your long sleeve work shirt.  

Taehyung gulped. Hands carefully, taking the bottom of your shirt and lifting it off your soft skin. Exposing your almost bare half to him, leaving you in your black bra. 

He took the fabric and folded it lazily before placing it on your desk. 

“Good job!” You applauded him, quietly clapping your hands for him. “Can you unhook my bra for me now please?” 

His breath hitched as he nodded profusely. His large hands wrapped around your back, reaching for the clasp and unhooking your bra as your breasts spilled. His eyes sewn towards the plush skin. Your nipples perked and taut. 

You grinned, allowing him to stare for a bit longer before you became overwhelmed with the ache in your panties. You were sopping wet already and needed relief. “Okay, time for my pants now. Get down for me,” you pointed to the ground expecting his obedience while you uncrossed your legs. 

The man got to his knees against your fur carpet. His hands reluctantly reached to touch the button of your jeans, unclasping the material and pulling the denim hem down achingly slow against your plush thighs. 

You watched with your bottom lip caught between your teeth and eyes drooping in a daze. He moved carefully, hands feeling feather light at the movement. Once your jeans were fully off, Taehyung allied the fabric to pool on the carpet. His eyes glued to the sight of your bare legs and black panties caught between your legs. 

You chuckled under your breath. “What about my panties?” You questioned. 

He froze in place. He imagined how beautiful you would complete bare before him multiple times. Every time he had the opportunity to peer into your window, he hoped to catch slivers of your naked skin, but was never blessed with the opportunity to see anything past you in a bra. He believed he was unbelievably lucky to be around you as much as he is, let alone for you to be into him. 

But the true blessing coming to light, seeing you willingly naked all for him. 

His hands grazed your hips. Thumb and index finger clasping to the cotton hem of your panties. He struggled to remove the fabric swiftly, but his eyes immediately caught the shine and moisture between your legs. You were soaked. Sticky slick spilling from your cunt. 

You hummed at the release, fully exposed to the man in front of you. “Good job, thank you so much, Tae. I can finally be comfortable,” you sighed, leaning back on your elbows. “My feet are really killing me from work,” you feigned.  

Taehyung placed the fabric of your panties adjacent to your jeans on the ground. He looked up to read your expression. Your pout was adorable, but he knew it was anything but innocent. He looked down at your feet. Your perfectly polished toes made his mouth water. 

“I can massage them,” he offered sincerely. You smiled, patting his head and running your fingers through his thick locks. “How sweet of you, thanks, Tae,” you cheered, sticking your foot towards him. 

He nodded, taking your soft foot between his hands, pressing his thumbs against the heel. He massaged lightly, rubbing gracefully on the sole. You blissfully moaned beneath your breath at the feeling.  

Taehyung watched you intently, taking in how every touch of his hand caused you to react. His eyes grazed down to your toes again; his impulsivity running ramped as he took your foot, placing your toes against his tongue. 

Your eyes squeezed at pleasure. The warm muscle sloppily licks between the sensitive nerves on your foot causing you to moan loudly. The sound echoes from your bedroom walls. Taehyung took your big toe, encapsulating the digit completely and sucking it tastefully. Humming around it, the vibrations striking though your toes and straight to your clit. 

“G-good job, fuck feels so good,” you moaned to the older man, praising him for his actions. Your fingers tighten the grip on his hair, holding him tightly amongst your sensitive feet.  

Taehyung used your praises as motivation to continue, licking long stripes against your soles. Pressing sloppy open kisses against them. His sick fantasies in mind run across his mind. He recalls how vividly he imagined this moment would be.  

He had a fetish for you. Everything is revolving you and your body. He thought of putting his tongue anywhere it could be. His lips kiss every inch of your body. His dick rutting into every hole you possessed.  

He worshipped your feet, completely whipped at the sight of you falling apart from the light touches. Your pussy dripping, staining your sheets below you. 

“Tae,” you called with a breathless whimper. “That’s enough, touch me up here now,” you instructed, looking down hazily at him. His lips glistening from his own saliva pooling from his mouth. 

His mouth pulls away from your sole as he pouted. He didn’t want to stop, but he was eager to get closer to you. He hoped to finally have you cum for him. 

“Yes Miss,” he obeyed, placing your feet down as he came closer to your dripping heat. His hands rest firmly on your soft thighs, spreading you wider for him. Your perfect pink clit shining for him like a pretty pearl. 

You bit your lip, stroking his flushed cheek with your thumb. “Gonna be a good boy and eat me out?” You questioned, knowing the answer already. He shyly nodded, head eagerly diving into your legs before you caught him roughly by his hair, stopping him in his tracks. 

“Words. Are you gonna be a good boy?” you sternly repeated. 

Taehyung’s head rapidly nodded, words choking out embarrassingly. “Yes, yes, I will Miss. I’ve wanted to do this for a while, make you feel good ma’am,” he stammered, hissing at the pain of your fingers tightly in his hair. 

You hummed approvingly, releasing the tight grip. Taehyung sighed in relief as he dug into your pussy. His tongue twirling in circles around your cunt. His hot breath against your hole and the tip of his nose grinding against your clit. 

You wanted to scream from the intensity. He ate you like you were his first meal in ages. It was sloppy, hungry, and forceful. His desperate whines against your cunt made your abdomen ache from pleasure. His eyes squeezed shut as he took in every moment shared. 

“Shit! Just like that baby boy,” you cooed. The praises falling naturally from you. You were enjoying every single minute of it, his tongue was aggressive and needy against your clit. You’ve never had someone take as much pride into making you feel this good before. 

Something you could easily get used to. 

Your thighs threatened to shake from the blissful pleasure. You didn’t take your eyes off the handsome man devouring you. He looked as if he were ready to cum himself. Flushed skin, a light layer of sweat, and deep sweet moans spilling from his mouth. 

His two long and thick fingers entered your hole, swirling around the velvety walls and fucking you at a harsh pace. His fingers causing squelching noises between you. 

“So-so sweet miss,” he whimpered against your puffy lips. “like candy, just like I imagined,” 

Strings of slickness and spit filled your thighs and his mouth. He sucked harshly at your swollen clit, you near your release. 

“Tae, fuck. Who taught you to do that?” you asked rhetorically in shock from the skillful tongue. Sure, he was older, and you assumed he had much experience. But you were far from correct. 

You didn’t know how much research Taehyung put into learning how to properly give oral sex, just in case he got the chance to perform it on you.  

Luckily those countless hours of porn seemed to be paying off well for him. 

Your eyes fluttered as your back arched, ready to give yourself to him completely. “Wanna cum! Gonna be good and take it, right? Good boy,” you warned, your thighs impulsively squeezing around his face as you grind against his face. 

Taehyung’s pace became relentless. His tongue flicks over your lower lips rapidly, eagerly pulling you to your climax.  

With a few more loud screams, you achieved it. Your release painting his face like a canvas. His lips swollen and shiny as he met your eyes. “Did that feel good Miss?” He questioned bashful. 

You softly chuckled and pulled his chin to gently peck your lips, tasting yourself. “Did such an amazing job baby boy,” you praised. Your eyes fell to his crotch, the evident strain of his bulge as clear as day. “Want me to take care of that?” You questioned, pointing at the sight. 

He gulped, nodding his head vigorously. “Please help, been dreaming of it,” he plead honestly to you. 

You didn’t read too much into his words, but you smiled the same sweet one you always did. “Let me ride you then,” it wasn’t a suggestion; it was an order. And order that he was always more than willing to follow. 

In his fantasies, they always included you on top of him. Bouncing your perfect tits in front of him while you took every inch of his cock while on top of him. His dick could hit you at the perfect angle, making you dumb and compliant for his touch. 

Taehyung moved like lightning. To his feet and immediately tugged his pants and boxers off swiftly. 

You moved your body fully on the bed, waiting for him to prepare. Your eyes caught the silver device poking from his back pocket. “Is that your digi-cam?” You questioned calmly. He stopped in his tracks, seeing the silver lens peaking. 

He’d always been open about his love of photography to you; it was no surprise to you at all that he had it. “Yeah, just take it with me everywhere. Never know what you’re gonna see,” he claimed. His excuse convincing enough for you as you nodded your head with an understanding hum. 

“One day you’re gonna show me your pictures, right?” you asked intrigued with his hobby. 

He chuckled nervously, “yeah, you’ll be the first one to see,” he assured. 

Taehyung’s cock freely sprung into the air, angry with a leaking red tip and veins bulging from the member. 

You pat the open space on your mattress, signaling him to lie down for you. 

Taehyung reluctantly took his place, back against your plush mattress. You crawled on top of his warm body, your pussy against his bulging cock teasingly as you sat on him. 

Your lips connected once more in a deep passionate exchange. Taehyung loved kissing you. It was better than he had imagined; your lips were like sugary candy. They were soft, your lip gloss just a bit sticky. He loved it.  

His large hands gripped tightly on your waist as he held your naked lower half against him. His cock throbbing from the contact. You two were so close, yet not close enough. He yearned to finally be inside you, your beautiful wet canal taking him in like you were meant to do. 

You pulled away from the heated kiss breathlessly, sitting up and taking his hard cock in your hands, pumping the large member. 

“Ready for me to ride you baby?” You asked just above a whisper. 

“Please! Need you so bad,” he begged quietly. 

You condescendingly cooed, a feigned pout on your lips. “Aww, no that doesn’t sound very convincing babe. Think you can beg better than that,” 

“Fuck y/n, just- fuck please. Please fuck me, I always think about it. Always imagine you on my dick, I always do. Think about you every day…. Wanna fuck toy every minute-“he rambled frantically, his sentences ending with grunts as your hand squeezed his member tightly. 

“Good boy, since you asked so nicely,” 

You finally slid onto his cock in one fluid motion. His thick member gave you a good firm stretch, your eyes fluttering as you released a high-pitched moan. 

Taehyung’s moan was loud and guttural; his hands harshly gripped your hips, holding you as you took him in. 

You were wet. So wet. Tight like a glove around Taehyung, his body reacted immediately. 

Your movements were slow at first, getting used to his fat cock took a moment, but the way his eyes fluttered like he was in heaven made you only want to fuck him faster. Harder. 

He was a whiny, desperate mess inside of you. “So beautiful on top,” he cooed. His lips caught between his teeth as he chewed down holding back a moan. 

You pouted, “lemme hear baby, don’t you feel good?” You said. Your hips pick up the pace. The wet slapping skin fills your bedroom. The tension is thick and hot. 

You grind against his member with a steady rhythm earning his moan, beautifully hitting your ear. He was a mess. Whimpers incoherent and eyes squeezed shut, as he could barely look at you due to the immense pleasure you caused him. 

The sex was so good to the point where he could almost cry. Months he waited. Countless nights of jerking off to his secret shrine of you. Worth it. 

“You’re the best mommy. Best pussy ever- gonna make me cum,” he whimpered helplessly to you. 

His words are melodic to your ears. A new profound energy overcame you. You were so turned on from his words, his voice, his cock. It was the best feeling you’d had in a while.  

You leaned down, wrapping your arms around his neck, hips snapping against his cock intensely. Your mouth littered open mouth kisses against his jaw and neck, humming with each one. 

Taehyung’s legs shook and abdomen convulsed as his high came over him.  

You looked and seen a few stray tears cascade over the poor boy's face. 

“Aww, baby. Felt so good huh? Don’t worry, I'm cumming too for your love,” you comforted, kissing away the hot kisses of his overwhelmed frame. 

Your climax harsh and jagged like his. You cursed his name as you felt apart against his toned body, his hands holding you close as you came.  

A few moments of silence filled the air. You two laid comfortably against another, taking in each other'ss warm embrace. No words, no questions, no worries. Just the feeling and comfort of one another. 

Taehyung held you tightly, strumming your hair softly as your breathing slowed down. His cock still inside you, softening but he didn’t dare pull away. Not at this moment. 

—- 

Taehyung woke up bright and early the next morning. 5:48 am to be exact. The sun barely rose, but it was peeking through your blinds. 

You weren’t on top of him anymore. You were adjacent, your back facing him as you were caught in a deep sleep. 

He watched you momentarily. You looked peaceful and angelic. The way the sun kissed your skin was like a mural. Like a muse to the artists of the world. 

Taehyung quietly slipped out of your bed, making sure to make not even the quietest noises to disrupt you from your sleep. Once on your carpet, he leaned down to his pants and dug for his digital camera. His hands turned on the small battery powered device and loaded the screen. 

He looked at you deeply just once more before holding the camera to his eyes, snapping a few photos of you asleep. Naked. 

He then grabbed your soiled panties from the floor in his hand, taking detailed up-close photos of the fabric. 

He then snapped multiple photos of your room. Your desk. Pillows. Posters. Everything. 

He sat his camera down on the floor once more, grabbing his boxers and slipping them on, along with his dress pants. Shoving his camera in his pocket once more. 

He rolled up the fabric of your panties, and slipped it into the opposite pocket. 

Taehyung took a deep breath, leaning on the bed and tapping your shoulder slightly. 

“Hm?” you responded groggily, still half asleep, not even turning to meet his body. 

“I have to go now y/n, I'll see you later, okay?” He calmly alerted you. 

“Mhm,” you hummed, hardly even processing his words in your fatigued state. 

Taehyung sighed at himself. He quietly exited your bedroom, closing your door. He headed to the front door, slipping on his shoes and exiting through the front door of your apartment, making sure to lock it on the way out. 

He stood outside the door momentarily. He looked around the complex. It was quiet, even though it was only dawn. It was peaceful, perfectly suited for you. Your side of the complex seemed to be scarcely populated. 

His eyes trailed to the unit right next to yours. He took a step over to the window. Taehyung’s curiosity got the best of him; his eyes pressed against the glass and searched inside the unit. Empty. Dark. No furniture, no lamps, nothing. 

He looked at the number of the door, making a mental note before finally heading to his car. 

—- 

“Apartment 613 is available for lease sir, that is correct,” the apartment manager spoke on the phone to Taehyung. 

“Great, my application has already been approved. I was wondering when my move in date would be?” he asked abruptly to the woman over the phone. 

“Well, we can schedule you an apartment tour for tomorrow but- “ 

“No tour. I want to move in. When can I move in?” he interrupted bluntly, causing the woman to be taken aback from the conversation. 

The agent cleared her throat before answering. “How does the 21st  look?” She asked carefully. 

The 21st. Less than a month. 

“Perfect, the 21st,” Taehyung answered to the woman. 

She gave a nervous smile against the phone. “The 21st it is Mr. Kim, thank you for leading with us,” 

The line cuts. Taehyung couldn’t stop the smile that formed on his face. Ever since that night, he knew he had to make his move to keep you in sight. Asking to be your boyfriend and wait for when you would allow him to move in would simply be too long to wait for him. He knew if he wanted to change, he would have to do it himself. 

Being your next-door neighbor was way more rational to him. He’d know when you’d get home, who you’d bring home, observe you closer. The only thing repeating you would just be a wall. 

He’d wonder how you would react. 

He could play it off as a coincidence. He didn’t know the apartment they would lease him would coincidentally be the one directly next to yours. 

Why did he choose your complex? For the rent, the amenities, the close proximity to his job. It seemed believable enough. 

Taehyung didn’t have much to move to the new place either. Outside of his clothes, utensils, and computer, it wouldn’t be much of a hassle at all.  

His phone buzzed, and a text from you popped up.  

You: hi, idk if this is weird but I really enjoyed what we did the other night. 

You: was wondering if u maybe wanted to keep it going? Something just casual, yk? 

Casual? Taehyung never did anything casual. He never did anything. If you enjoyed it so much, why would you only keep it as something brief? Didn’t it mean something more to you? 

To him it was everything. The ultimate act of intimacy. It was love. Why didn’t you love him? 

No, you do. You said it right? You were interested in him. You liked him. You told him you did. You love him, you just don’t realize it yet. That’s okay. He’ll help you. 

Him: casual is fine :) whenever ur up for it, we can. 

Smooth Taehyung. 

Despite it being the total opposite of what he wanted, Taehyung knew better than to rush this with you. The last thing he wanted was to push you away. He could never do that. He’d gotten you closer than he planned to within the last few months, and he’d be damned to let you go now. 

You: cool. Was wondering if you were free tmrw night? A movie n’ chill? 

Him: sounds great. See u tmrw :) 

—- 

And so it began.  

That following month, your friends with benefits situation with Taehyung went extremely well. 

He was more than amazing during sex, and he loved to spoil you with dinner and movie dates in between your rendezvous.  

He still visited you at the café during the week, not much changing other than a bit of flirty exchange every now and then. But he was the same Taehyung to you. The kind shy man who knew how to please your body beyond relief. 

There were a few odd things that took place during that month with you and Taehyung. At least once a week, he brings you flowers. You assured him that you didn’t need them, (nor really wanted them so soon), but he made it a mission to have them delivered to your doorstep. 

The thing that made it odder? They were your favorite flowers. You never told Taehyung your favorite flowers. 

“Oh wow, Taehyung you know you didn’t have to!” you said as you grasped the 5th bouquet he’d given you. 

“But you deserve them, I don’t want you to think that just because we’re causal that I can’t be chivalrous,” he protested. 

You nodded slowly. Accepting your fate. “Thank you,” you quietly said, holding onto the obnoxiously bright bouquet, bringing them inside. 

Another incident that often occurred during your rendezvous was the fact that your panties always went missing. But not necessarily the pair you wore right before sex. Pairs that you swear you tossed in your dirty laundry hamper earlier in the week. 

While doing your laundry downstairs in the laundromat, it seemed like the pink pair you worse Tuesday miraculously disappeared. You were getting annoyed; you couldn’t really afford to go panty shopping every week with your barista salary. 

Taehyung also got clingier, naturally. But his few texts a week turned quickly into rapid spams a day. 

Him: I hope u do well on ur exam today!! 

Him: I went to the vending machine at work and seen ur favorite candy. Dropping it off at your place soon. 

Him: The flower shop ran out of ur favs, so I grabbed some pink peonies today, hope that’s okay. 

Him: Am I seeing u tonight? 

Him: y/n? did u see my text yesterday?? 

To anyone else, this would be a dream. A guy being so caring and considerate like this would be heavenly. But to you, it’s a little weird. 

You liked Taehyung yes, but you didn’t want anything serious so soon. You’d only met him a couple of months prior, and you began to get to know each other only a few weeks ago. You wanted to be casual. He agreed to be casual. 

It was far from it. 

Taehyung was beginning to grow impatient as the countdown for his move in day came quicker and quicker. 

After your fuck sessions, he would bring home more evidence of you to his apartment while leaving traces of him in yours. 

The flowers filling your place were symbols of his love for you. At least, that’s how he seen it. 

How did he know they were favorites? Maybe he opened your phone one night after sex and scrolled through messages of your ex-flings while simultaneously deleting and blocking their contacts. 

The panties you complained were missing?  

He told you that maybe some creep in your complex was raiding your hampers when you left your clothes to wash in the laundromat downstairs. 

“Ew, that’s gross who would do such a thing?” you grimaced as he chuckled. 

“It happened to my old friend at her place. Sometimes homeless people just grab clothes and take it for themselves from public places like that,” he explained as he drank the coffee you fixed for him. 

“Yeah, but it’s only my panties going missing, Tae,” you explained, your voice in a timid whisper. 

He chuckled. “Maybe they have a thing?” He joked, earning another grimace from you. 

But of course, this wasn’t the case. 

Taehyung keeps your panties scattered across his mattress, sleeping beside them like they were extra pillows or his favorite plushies. 

Only your soiled ones, of course. The ones he secretly grabbed from your hamper while you showered or cooked in the other spaces of your home. 

The days where he didn’t see you, he used them as his personal cum sock. His sick urges getting the best of him every time as he jerked himself with the damp fabrics. Moaning your name lewdly as his imagination ran with the filthiest desires for you. 

—- 

A month passed. 

Taehyung’s and you decided to pick up the pace a bit with your relationship. You officially went on dates, but to your eyes were nowhere close to officially being a couple. You were exploring the connection you two had. 

You enjoyed the flowers more now. The late-night calls, and the dinners picked up. A few times a week you two would go out, and you enjoyed it. 

The school day had just ended for you. It was a slow day, just a few classes and a study session but nothing out of the ordinary for you. 

You finally returned home, walking up the stairs to your unit, keys in hand when your attention was caught by the door next to yours wide open with movers coming in. 

You stopped in your tracks and peered nosily in the open space, trying to get a glimpse of your new neighbor. “Hm,” you hummed curiously, not making out any signs of them. 

You hoped they weren’t like the last ones. Loud and obnoxious at any given moment. Maybe they went to your school? You hoped they were nice.  

You unlocked your door and stepped inside your space, making yourself comfortable as you set your school supplies down and headed to the kitchen. 

The kind spirit inside of you decided you would make them a welcome treat, you luckily had some brownie mix and eggs in your fridge, so you whisked the ingredients together and set them to bake for the next hour. 

Once the movers stopped for the day, you took the tray of brownies and placed the squares in a large Tupperware container before heading next door. 

You knocked on the door three times, watching the warm light flicker through the window as the sound of footsteps led to the door. 

Once the door opened, your eyes widened in shock at what stood behind the threshold.  

You almost drop the container. 

“Surprise!” Taehyung cheered, arms wrapping gently around your frozen frame. 

“Y-you’re my neighbor?” you sputtered in a gasp. 

He pulled back to read your face. 

“Yeah, I’ve been apartment shopping for the last few months, and I coincidentally signed up for this place a few months ago. Crazy, I didn’t expect a unit so close to you,” he explained like it was something so simple. As if it were just a crazy coincidence. 

You were stunned but somehow managed to smile his explanation.  

It was just a coincidence. You told yourself. 

“What a surprise,” you said. A nervous grin crept on your face. 

He nodded, stepping back behind the threshold. “Please, come in,” he ushered you inside. 

His apartment layout was similar to yours. 

Kitchen. Living room. One bedroom. Bathroom inside. 

Empty but a couch, a couple of boxes, and a lamp. 

“You packed light,” you commented, setting the brownies on the kitchen island. 

“Yeah, I don’t have much. Minimalist,’’ he replied with a light chuckle, his body walking towards a box on the floor as he sat down and began to unbox it.  

“So, you weren’t gonna tell me you were moving here?” You began, sitting adjacent to him on the wooden floors. 

He merely shrugged. “Just didn’t think it was of much importance you know?” He answered as he pulled out the contents of the box. Pots, pans, and kitchen towels. 

Your brows are furrowed. “But- we’ve been talking for the last month, I just thought it would’ve been important to know,” you protested, your tone quiet but your tone the complete opposite of calm. Shaky. 

His eyes met yours confusedly. “You said we were casual, I didn't think casual meant tell you I was moving,” he answered honestly. Too honest. He rarely talked about himself to you, for good reason. 

This, being the prime example. 

“Taehyung, no,” your voice rose. “No, you knew I lived here for the past month and when I invited you to my place, you never once mentioned you moving here let alone being my next-door fucking neighbor! This is weird!” you snapped, voice raising to a scream. A scream he never heard. 

You were scared of him. His worst possible fear is coming to light. 

His head lowered; he froze in his tracks. 

His eyes welled as he attempted to hide his face from you. 

“I didn't know, we were gonna be neighbors I swear- I signed the lease before knowing you... I didn’t-” he choked. 

His emotions are real, but his words are far from the truth.  

Your eyes met his sullen frame. Guilt crept as you scooted closer to him.  

“Fuck, Tae,” you cursed apologetically. “I’m sorry, I know you did say that. I’m just overthinking, I’m upset you hid it from me,” you apologized sincerely, wrapping your arms around him. 

His large arms wrapped to hold you closer, tears falling now against your shoulder. 

Geez, who knew a man like him could be so sensitive. 

“I think it’s nice that we’re neighbors now. It’ll be easier for us to date,” you admitted shyly, his tears slowing at your confession. 

“You still wanna date?” He asked meekly. 

You nodded in response with a cheeky grin. 

“Of course, who doesn’t want their future boyfriend next door to them?” 

Exactly. 

You were finally on his wavelength. You see eye-to-eye. The reason why he did this was already perfectly decoded in your mind, and he didn’t even have to explain it to you. 

Such a smart and willing girl. 

— 

You enjoyed Taehyung being your neighbor.  

Once summer finally came around, you agreed to be his girlfriend officially. School was out, and you could finally focus on things outside of just school and work. 

Him, your family, and friends. 

But mainly him. 

Taehyung occupied most of your time. 

He convinced you to work the same hours as him at your barista job. You both now worked every day, 9-5 except weekends. You left the house together; you came home together. 

You ate together, showered together, shopped together, slept together. 

Everything in your routine perfectly matches Taehyung’s. 

You spent equal time in one another’s apartment, hardly ever leaving the space now outside of work or errands. 

You texted your friends throughout the day, as much as you could at least. If Taehyung didn’t complain about you ignoring him, that was. 

He never exclusively said he wanted to meet your friends, but he always implied that you needed to describe every detail of how you met them, what they’re like, what they do, etc. 

If you wanted to hang out with them, he never exclusively said no. 

But he did do everything in his power to limit the time you spent with them, or plain guilt-trip you into not going at all. 

“Baby, you’ve worked all week, why don’t you stay home tonight?” 

“Honey, tonight is our night. We already agreed to go to the movies,” 

“Y/n, you have dinner here at home already. Why go out and spend more money?” 

You always caved in. 

You’ve seen how upset Taehyung gets. Never angry, never cold. Just plain sadness. No, depressed. 

His shoulders slumped, tears brimmed, and voice quiet. He’d rather isolate himself for hours than yell and allow you to see him angry. It was off-putting, and you genuinely hated it. So, you prevented it by all costs. 

However, tonight you were willing to put up with the possible repercussion. 

It was your best friend’s birthday tonight and you hadn’t seen her since the end of the semester. You were extremely excited to celebrate with her, and you’d been mentioning it to Taehyung all week. 

It was a girl’s night at the bar, and the theme was ‘dress to impress’, and you were beyond excited for some release. 

You’d done everything to convince Taehyung. You made him dinner early, promised he could pick you up from the club, wear a dress he approved of, and even fucked him extra good the night before.  

He was putty in your hands when he finally agreed. 

“How do I look?” you stepped out in the long black maxi dress you both chose alongside the expensive kitten heels he bought you to compliment. 

You did a small twirl for him, showing off the silky fabric and the curls of your hair falling gently. 

His voice hitched, a feigned pout on his face as he stared. “Darling, you’re making me regret saying yes,” he said, his head dipping dramatically. 

Your eyes rolled as you walked closer to him, taking his droopy head between your hands and pecking the pout on his lips away.  

“Oh, don’t be so whiny, you’re picking me up at midnight right baby?” You questioned, pecking his lips again. The man nodded, hands placed on your hips firmly. 

“I will, so don’t have me waiting please. Midnight, I'm serious,” he answered, his tone stern and assertive. A tone he only used when it came to situations like this. Where he was afraid something would happen between you. 

You nodded. “Midnight, gotchu baby,” you assured before turning on your heel and walking back to your bedroom briefly. 

You were originally in there to grab your lip gloss and keys, but your eyes caught a glimpse of the silver camera Taehyung always carried around. 

On your dates, he would snap photos of you two, (mainly just you) and show you how cute they came out. You loved using the pics he snagged for your Instagram and such. He hadn’t used it since the last date;you wondered why it was in your room actually. 

Maybe he just had it on him and took it out when he came over? Yeah, that made the most sense. 

You did love the quality of the photos, however. Maybe you and your girls could snap pictures of each other tonight at the party!  

You didn’t think much further, taking the camera and safely tucking it away in your purse before exiting the room. Taehyung waited beside the front door of your apartment, and a small frown on his face again. 

“Are you sure I can’t come?” He whined, eyes like a lost puppy staring into you. You rolled your eyes teasingly, hugging your big baby and pecking his cheek. 

“Unless your name changes to ‘Taeyeon’, I don’t think so,” you joked, letting him go and opening the door. “See you later baby,” you bid before exiting the unit and going downstairs. The uber you and your friends were sharing awaited downstairs for you. 

Taehyung made sure you safely entered the vehicle before closing the door to your apartment and locking it. 

He continued to roam around your apartment, looking at things to see if anything had changed. He knows it didn’t. Never did. 

He went through all of your drawers. Cabinets. Closet space. Even your mattress, anytime he could. Anytime he can. 

Walking into the bedroom, his eyes scanned your desk. Looking at all the makeup you used to get ready tonight. 

You hardly wore this much makeup on your dates with him. Not that you needed it, but it caused his heart to race. 

Why did you need it tonight? You were just hanging out with the girls. That’s what you said, right? 

If not him, then who’re you trying to impress? 

The dolled-up face, the tight dress, the curly hair. All for a bar filled with random men to see you at all night.Fuck. He had to release this pent-up aggression. 

His eyes scanned, searching for his camera. 

He swears he left it there, it was right there. By your lip gloss. The lip gloss you just used… 

Fuck. 

—- 

“Happy birthday to you!” You and your girls sang to your best friend, everyone’s phone recording as the mini cake was lit up at the VIP section of the club. 

The music was thumping and the bass was almost too loud for anyone to hear each other. 

Shots scattered around the table. You only had 2, just like you promised Taehyung you would. 

Your best friend blew out her candles, and your section cheered happily at the sight. Flashed lit up the table as everyone took selfies and pics with one another on their cellphones. 

“Oh my god, guys wait!” you announced, digging in your purse as you scurried to find the camera. “I took my boyfriends digi-cam tonight. I want all our pics to be like in A1 quality, I'm so serious,” you told the girls. 

Your best friends' eyes shot up happily. “Oh my god! That’s amazing, I literally need like professional pics for tonight! We all look too good,” she cheered. 

“How’s you and that guy anyways?” Your other friend commented curiously. “Being as, it’s been almost 3 months, and we haven’t met the guy, you guys still going slow?” She wondered. 

You nodded. Your hands finally found the camera as you rushed to turn it on. “Still kinda slow, we haven’t met each other's friends or family yet. Told him I wasn’t really ready for that type of shit yet, but he completely understood and agreed,” you told your friends, the girls nodding their heads and humming. 

You turned on the camera and peaked at the settings, adjusting it for the club lighting. “Okay ladies, everyone looks at the camera!” You announced, flipping the camera lenses to face you and your group. 

You all smiled and held up ‘peace signs’ before the shutter went off. 

“Okay show us!” Your best friend urged.  

“Yeah, come on!” your other friends are heard begging profusely, tapping your arm in excitement. 

“Chill! Okay!” You shushed the girls, opening the gallery of the camera, searching for the pictures. 

Suddenly, it’s dead silent. 

Your mind blanks as you’re faced with what was in the gallery. Your friends' hands flew over their mouths in shock, eyes wide and voices completely gone. 

You didn’t pay any attention to them. To the music, to the crowd, to the drinks. Just completely shifted to what was lying in the camera roll. 

Hundreds of photos of you. 

Naked. 

Asleep. 

Walking to school. 

Walking home. 

Walking to work. 

Working. 

Even some with you and your friends, the same friends sitting right beside you. 

“Y/n what the fuck?!” Your friend cursed.  

“Did you know?” The other questioned. 

Tears well in your eyes. “I-I-I had no clue… I never went through this before, I only seen pics he’s shown me…” you stammered hopelessly, eyes still glued as you scrolled. 

A knot in your stomach churned; you began gagging violently. 

Your best friend caught you in her arms, patting your back. “No- fuck. Y/n, no you’re okay, it’s not your fault, it’s okay,” she comforted as much as she could.  

Your other friends took the camera from your hand, averting your eyes from the images. 

But they looked. They scrolled and seen everything. “Y/n, this is really bad,” one of them commented. 

“He literally has pictures of your documents here too. Your birth certificate, your social, your passport,” 

“You have to go to the police right now!” 

“Shut the fuck up! She’s literally about to vomit from this shit, she can’t handle hearing this right now!” Your best friend yelled at the other girls, she being more overwhelmed than you are. 

Your breath steadied, eyes blinking rapidly as you attempted to calm down. 

“it’s fine… I'm gonna figure this out myself,” you told your friends, feigning a calm and stable voice. 

You reached for your phone. 11:57pm, Taehyung will be outside any minute now. 

You collected your purse and stood up. Kneed wobbly and eyes watery. “Gimme the camera, I gotta go,” you said, reaching for the device and snatching it away from your friends. 

They all stared at you in disbelief, calling your name profusely. 

“You can’t go! This guy is fucking weird!” Your friends screamed. 

“Y/n, we’re gonna call the police, I swear to fucking god!” 

“Please, this isn’t safe!” 

It was all white noise. 

Your hands rummaged through your purse as you set the camera inside, walking outside the bar and seeing a familiar black car parked right in front of the building. 

You opened the passenger door and sat down inside, buckling your seatbelt. Your eyes averted from the man beside you. 

“Hey, Tae,” you whispered, eyes looking out the window. 

Taehyung’s gaze was completely on the side of your face. Small smile, soft eyes, the typical expression he always shared with you. 

“Hi baby, you, okay?” He asked, his hand reaching instinctively to land on your thigh. 

“Drank too much, feeling sick can we-,” you paused, your eyes looking outside the window and seeing your friends flocking around the club entrance trying to find you. 

“Please, let’s just go,” you begged as tears threatened to fall from your eyes. 

Taehyung didn’t say anything else, immediately putting the car in drive and pulling off. 

—- 

The street was bare, hardly anyone was out driving this late. The streetlights suddenly became eerie, and the silence in the car echoed throughout the drive. 

Taehyung came to a stop at the red light. 

“Hey baby?” He asked softly. 

You hummed in response, still not facing him. You couldn’t. You were physically sickened to your stomach. 

“I can’t find my camera. Have you seen it?” He asked casually. His eyes focused on the road as the light turned green, his foot accelerating on the pedal. 

You choked. “N-no, haven’t seen it,” you lied. 

He sighed frustratingly. “You’re a liar,” he deemed. 

Your eyes widened, looking over at him now. His foot on the pedal pressing, faster.  

50. 

60. 

70. 

“I-I-I'm not lying, Tae… slow down, you’re speeding,” you begged frantically, watching as signs, buildings, lights passed you by at lightning speed. 

His hands gripped the steering wheel harder; his knuckles whitening. 

“You’re lying to me. Why’re you lying to me? I never lie to you, why do you lie to me?” He chanted under his breath, barely above a whisper. It was hard to say he was even asking you directly at this point. 

Tears fell down your face. Your throat hoarse from the sobs you choked back all night. 

“I have it!” You screamed, holding onto your own body against the seat. “It’s in my purse! I just borrowed it for tonight! I swear!”  

Taehyung’s eyes were glossy. His foot lifted off the accelerator; the car naturally slowed down at the release.  

His chest heaved from frustration. He continued the drive at a steady speed; his hands still rough against the steering wheel. 

“Why did you lie?” He asked quietly. 

You wiped your tears with the back of your hand as you trembled. “I didn’t want you to be upset that I took it out with me,” you responded honestly. 

“You should’ve just asked, I would’ve given you a new SD card and all,” he replied in his same soft-spoken tone that he always used with you. 

It was fucking petrifying. 

“It’s okay, we only took one picture anyways- “ 

“No!” He yelled, hitting his hand against the wheel. “It’s my camera! The photos on there are mine! Only for me to see!” He yelled harshly. 

You flinched at the loudness, hands shaking as you shielded your face from him. 

“I’m sorry! No one seen anything! I promise!” you defensively yelled back at the man. 

“Yes, they did! That’s why you’re lying, you’re a fucking liar! You’re lying to me!” He accused his foot picking up on the accelerator again. 

Suddenly, a loud siren wailing sounded from behind your boyfriend's car. Red and blue flashing lights followed behind. 

“Shit,” he cursed under his breath. 

Your eyes were red. The intense crying blurred your sight completely, and your heart raced from fear. 

Your boyfriend and the cops would never mix, especially in the situation you are in now. 

Luckily, Taehyung was smart enough to pull over. 

The parallel parking lane was dimly lit.  

Taehyung pulled out his license and registration immediately, rolling down the windows for the cops. 

“Have any idea why we’re stopping you?” The gruff voice of the cop beamed through the interior of the car. He took the information of Taehyung and scanned it thoroughly. 

“My girlfriend had a really long night at the bar, just trying to get her home safely,” he answered, his thumb sticking to point to you. You didn’t look at the cops. 

Your face was tear stained, hair frizzy, and body attempting to stabilize from the trembles. 

The cop stared at your figure.  

“Ma’am, step out the vehicle for me,” he instructed. 

“W-why does she need- “ 

“It’s fine, Taehyung,” you assured, eyes briefly looking at him as you unbuckled your seatbelt, taking your phone and purse with you to the back of the car where the officer awaited. 

“Name?” 

You told him your first and last name. 

“Date of birth?” 

You answered. 

The cop spoke on the radio, saying a number and asked for backup. 

“We got a call earlier about you, leaving the club downtown, saying you were the victim of a violent incident and people there were concerned for your safety,” the cop bluntly stated. 

Your eyes widened, your head turned to the car, looking through the back window for any signs of Taehyung paying attention to the situation. 

“Don’t look at him, talk to me” the officer instructed firmly. 

“If he’s hurting you, you have to let me know. We can’t have you going home and something happens,” the cop explained narrowly. 

“He doesn’t hurt me but, I think he stalked me,” you answered shamefully. 

The cop nodded his head. “The caller mentioned he took explicit photos of you without your consent, has a gallery of pictures inside your house, and so forth,” the cop continued. 

You only nodded your head.  

“Do you have the camera on you?” He asked once more. 

You reluctantly opened your purse, hand maneuvering through the bag. 

“No!” A loud visceral yell is heard from beside the car. Taehyung is standing by the driver's door, tears rushing down his flushed face. 

The cop immediately reached for his taser, aiming it at the man. “Stand back!” The cop screamed. 

“No!” You yelled at the cop, reaching before him.  

“Please Y/n! I’m not crazy… I swear baby. I-I-I just love you so much, I had to see you everywhere I…” he hiccupped between his words, falling to his knees. 

“I didn’t mean to scare you; I just never knew I could love someone like I love you. I took pictures to have you with me all the time because… I was scared you weren’t gonna ever like me… I took what I could please,” he whimpered, tears drenching his face like rainfall. 

“I’m begging you, please don’t leave me, I can’t be without you please. It’s not worth being here if you’re not with me… you’re my purpose… you’re my life, God y/n,” 

The cop rolled his eyes. He replaced the taser with cuffs. He walked over slowly to the weak man, placing his arms behind his back and cuffing his wrists. 

You stood there in shock, hand over your heart as you watched the man cry, plead, beg for you. 

His eyes glossy and red, lips stained with saliva as his cries grew louder. The cop dragged him into the back seat of the patrol car, shutting and locking the door before walking back to you. 

“I’ll make it simple. He admitted to his crime already, you can hand me the SD card for evidence, you go home, he goes to jail and you don’t have to deal with this,” the cop explained to you swiftly. 

“Or you don’t give me the card, you don’t press charges, he goes to jail overnight with a ticket and then comes home and you risk him hurting you, what’s gonna happen?” 

Your eyes dart between the cop, your purse, and Taehyung in the back of the car. 

You choked on your sobs, wiping your face with the back of your hand before focusing on the cop. 

You dug once more in your purse and opened the SD card port to the camera, punching out the small blue disk and handing it into the officer who gladly accepted the piece. 

— 

School started again around two months ago. 

You quit your job as a barista and moved out of your apartment right after Taehyung was convicted and sentenced to prison time. 

It was hard facing him in that court room, testifying against him while viewing the photos he took of you for the second time. 

The police raided his apartment. The old one and the unit he purchased next to you. They found the gun he’d threatened Gabe with. He never told you owned one, and you doubt he ever would. They found the portrait frames he’d purchased, planning to frame the photos he’d taken of you alongside the computer filled with terabytes worth of evidence towards stalking you. 

What pained you the most about the whole thing... it wasn’t the fact that he had explicit photos of you nonconsensual. It wasn’t the following you home every night. It wasn’t the threats he sent to the men around you. It wasn’t manipulation, lies, the infatuation.  

It was the fact you were blinded by his ‘love’ for you. 

The way he masked his obsession behind flowers, and dates, the sex. 

It was an impressive facade. 

The monomania of being in a relationship with you, rather than genuinely loving you. 

You’ve gotten a new job, working in retail at your favorite clothing store. 

“Here’s your bags,” you smiled at the young lady opposite the cash register, handing her the bags filled with clothes and the receipt. “Enjoy your day!” 

She reciprocated her smile, “thanks” she accepted the bags and walked towards the exit of the doors. 

A buzz from your phone rang in your back pocket, 

“Excuse me, sorry need to take this,” you alerted to your manager who nodded understandably as you walked to the back office. 

You picked up the call. 

“Hello?” 

“Hello, this is Officer Jackson with the county jail downtown, it appears that inmate Kim wanted to speak with you over the line, is that okay?” The officer’s voice beamed through the speaker. 

Your eyes squeezed in realization. A deep strung-out huff blew from your chest as you collected your thoughts before you answered. 

“Yes,” 

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a/n: I feel this might be one of my fav works yet. I've never wrote yonder, idk lmk how u like it <3

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