The woman clapped her hands with joy. “Thank you so much! Where was it? I can’t believe you dropped it!” She hit the man’s chest with her fist while still smiling at you.

The silky soft fibers of the scarf slid past your fingertips as he grasped the end and pulled it toward him. “Thank you,” he said with a gravelly voice and a genuine smile. 

“It’s no trouble! I saw it fall as you left the building and I was right behind you. I’m glad I caught you!”

“You’re such a sweet girl!” the woman said happily. “I hope you have a wonderful evening!”

“Thank you so much,” you replied, smiling back at the couple. “I hope you do, too!” You turned back to enter the apartment building they had just exited.

*

Kihyun scrolled aimlessly on his phone while you went to refill your glass of water. Suddenly a notification appeared from his mother. 

‘Your father almost lost his scarf outside your apartment! The sweetest young woman picked it up and ran down the street to return it.’

‘Wow! How did she know it was his?’

‘She saw it fall. I wish I had asked for her phone number. I should have taken her out for a meal to thank her.’ 

‘I’m sure she was happy to help.’ 

‘I’m glad he got it back. It’s one of his favorite gifts from you.’

He looked up as you walked back into the bedroom. His stomach twisted at seeing you in the shirt he had yanked off himself earlier that evening. After a few months of hooking up, Kihyun was starting to like seeing you in his clothes a little too much.

You put down the glass and grabbed your phone before climbing back in bed to sit beside him, leaving a little space between yourself and his bare chest. Kihyun twitched the covers up over your crossed legs and looked back at his phone. 

“I think I’ll probably go to Jooheon’s album release party this weekend,” you said.

Kihyun nodded, leaning against the headboard. “She is a star, and the album he produced is spectacular.”

“You heard it already?”

“Some of it. He asked me to listen to a few of the songs when he was working on them.”

“Are you going to be at the party?” You dropped your phone in your lap and looked at him. Kihyun heard the question you didn’t ask out loud.

“Yeah, I am,” he replied, meeting your eyes. “If you call a car to take you there, I can drive us back here after.”

“Okay.” You continued to look at each other. What was it about the way this man gazed at you? It made your skin tingle. You broke eye contact and tried to think of something extremely tame to change the subject.

“I ran into this older couple outside earlier,” you said, leaning toward the bedside table to pick up your glass of water and take a sip. “This man dropped his scarf and his wife was so thrilled that I found it. It was adorable! They both seemed so happy to have the scarf back. They were so cute.”

Kihyun furrowed his brow and put down his phone. “What color was the scarf?”

“What does that have to do with anything?” You laughed and put the glass back on the table. He seemed serious for some reason.

“What color was it?” he asked, sounding almost accusatory.

“It was dark blue,” you replied. “Why does it matter?”

“My mom just texted me about that,” Kihyun said, surprised. “She said my dad dropped his scarf and someone gave it back to him.”

You laughed and leaned forward toward him. “Are you serious?! Those were your parents? You never said they were so adorable!”

“To be fair, I don’t think we’ve ever talked about my parents.”

“No, you’re probably right. It would kill the mood.”

“The mood?” Kihyun asked, slipping his hand under your borrowed shirt to slide his hand along your lower back. He looked over at you and parted his lips. “This mood?”

Your breath caught in your throat. How did he always manage to change the atmosphere in a split second? 

He tugged you toward him and you moved to straddle him, abandoning your phone. Kihyun’s oversized tee was riding up your thighs and he helped it along, pushing his hands higher and higher until you raised your arms to help him take it off.

You held his face and kissed him hungrily. You could feel yourself dripping already. Your body always went into overdrive for Kihyun. It’s the reason why one hookup after a friend’s birthday party turned into coming over at least once a week and letting him make you come over and over.

Kihyun’s palms slid down your back to grip your bare ass. You twisted your hips against him while your kisses became deeper. You didn’t care about the wet spot you were leaving on his sweatpants on top of his cock. Your clit needed the friction and you needed to feel how hard he was. 

You tugged at the waistband of his sweatpants so you could get against his skin. You were naked and he was not, and that wasn't fair because he should be inside you. He shimmied out of the sweatpants while you knelt on top of him kissing him.

You broke the kiss as Kihyun tossed his sweatpants off to the side. You looked down at him from above, breathing heavily and staring into his eyes. You felt a small thrill of power at seeing him gaze up at you that way. Usually he was the one touting his power when he fucked you senseless. 

You ran your hands along his long neck and across his muscular shoulders, then you moved slightly until your wet folds grazed the top of his cock. You were so sensitive to the barely-there touch and Kihyun was just as affected, judging by the way a muscle twitched at his clenched jaw. 

He gripped your ass tighter as you began shifting your hips to grind against his cock without breaking eye contact. You held on to his shoulders for leverage. Kihyun loved to see what he was doing to you and feel what he was doing to you. Your wetness smeared all along his cock as you shifted up and down, angling for more pressure on your clit as he lifted up toward you with every twist of your hips.

You felt a moan nearly slip through your lips, but you bit your tongue to hold it in. You didn’t want Kihyun to have the satisfaction of knowing quite how far gone you were from a few moments on top of him.

“I know you’re close. You’re not hiding it very well. You should come, I want to see.”

You scoffed and covered his mouth with your thumb. Kihyun was such a know-it-all sometimes. Instead he opened his mouth and pulled your thumb into his mouth, sucking gently and running his tongue flat along your whole fingerprint. You gasped and clenched inside. 

As you watched Kihyun’s mouth intently, he brought his hands up to your hips to guide you along his cock at the perfect angle. He would do anything to prove he was making you come and you weren’t doing it on your own. But you couldn’t complain. After all, he was doing all this to make sure you orgasm again tonight before you leave.

All the stimulation was becoming unbearable, and you pulled your thumb from his mouth so you could kiss him again. Kihyun pulled you tighter against him and dug his fingernails into your hips. He buried his face in your chest, licking and kissing the inside of your breasts. 

The extra pressure on your clit led you to throw your head back as you came. You moaned his name loudly, overpowered by the strength of the waves rolling through your body. Kihyun gently nibbled on your breast and the tiny pricks from his teeth made your orgasm more intense. You pulsed inside, empty, wishing his hard cock was filling you up with that delicious pressure within.

Kihyun’s fingers gripped your hips, holding you down on him and pressing your clit against his wet cock as he thrust up toward you. He didn't give you a moment to recover as he urged you toward a second orgasm. He was covered in your wetness based on the way you were sliding all over him in your desperation for him. It was you who made him filthy like that. 

Heady with power, you felt yourself approaching another orgasm much more quickly than you expected. “I think—I might—again—” you gasped, still moving against him. In a flash, Kihyun grabbed an extra condom from under the pillow next to him and tore open the packet.

“I’ll be inside you soon,” Kihyun promised, placing you on his thighs. You panted as he put on the condom, watching his hands go all the way down the length of his cock. You pushed up to kneel and carefully slid down onto his cock, gliding smoothly over him thanks to the wetness still dripping out of you. 

You gasped quietly as he filled you. You stretched inside to fit him, and you clenched around him as he licked his lips and locked his eyes with yours. Kihyun wrapped his strong arms around you tightly, holding you close so he could watch the expressions on your face. You pressed your palms against his wide chest, needing to get the perfect angle as he watched you ride him recklessly.

When he began powerful thrusts upwards you moaned loudly and closed your eyes. You rolled your hips against him, and Kihyun brought his fingers to work your swollen clit. You came again, groaning his name and arching your back as he watched with a possessive hunger in his eyes. So quickly after the last one, because that’s what he did to you. Every time.

*

‘You remember the woman who found appa's scarf?’

‘Of course! She was so sweet.’

‘She’s a friend of mine. She told me what happened yesterday and I realized it was the same person.’

‘I am so surprised! We need to take her out to dinner to thank her.’

‘I’m not sure that’s necessary, she was happy to help you’

‘We are going to have dinner on Friday, all four of us. You know we like to meet your friends. Your father will be so happy to see her again.’

Kihyun groaned in frustration and leaned his head back on the couch. He had debated revealing to his mother that he knew you, and now it had come to the least acceptable outcome. He knew there was no stopping his mother once she put her mind to something.

He opened up his message thread with you and stared at it. The two of you didn’t text besides checking on the other person’s schedule. Kihyun had a feeling you would jump at the chance to meet his parents. He wasn’t sure how he felt about introducing them to… what were you, even? Someone he saw more often than most of his actual friends.

‘I told my mom I knew the scarf girl’

‘Scarf girl! I feel like a superhero. What did she say?’

‘She wants to take you out to dinner on Friday. You can say no.’

‘Tell me where and when. I can’t wait to see them again. I have questions for them.’

‘You could have said no’

‘You knew I wouldn’t’

‘Here’s the reservation. They don’t know about, you know’

‘I figured. I’m meeting the girls after but I’ll tell them I’ll be late.’

*

Kihyun watched you gesture wildly while his parents laughed at the story you told. They looked genuinely happy. He never really had a chance to watch them. When he was with them (even if his introverted brother was around) the three of them kept up a running conversation of comfortable chatter peppered with laughter.

You caught his eye for a moment and sent him a smile. He felt butterflies in his stomach. Is this what it felt like to introduce someone to your parents? He had never been serious enough with anyone to let them meet his mother, as much as she needled him about it.

“Oh YN! You are a breath of fresh air!” his mother exclaimed, putting her hands over her heart. “You are like the daughter I always wanted!” 

“Eomma.” Kihyun rolled his eyes. It was so like her to exaggerate a little in every scenario, but he had to admit he was surprised by how easily the four of you had developed a special dynamic.

“I’m so glad we met you. I don’t know where Kihyun was hiding you,” she scolded playfully.

“You are too kind,” you replied. “We haven’t known each other very long, but we have friends in common.”

Later, as he drove his parents home, he sat unusually quietly while his mother effused about how much she enjoyed spending time with you. He felt unsettled. He enjoyed spending that time with you, too.

*

“So… I think we should take a little break.”

Kihyun turned toward you in surprise as he brushed his teeth. “What?” he asked, mouth full. He spit into the sink and rinsed, putting his toothbrush away. 

Kihyun turned his full attention toward you and crossed his arms, still standing in the bathroom. You faced him, leaning on the doorway. “Why?” he asked.

“I went on a blind date the other day. I didn’t want to, I kind of did it as a favor to my cousin. But I think I like him. I don’t know. I haven’t felt that way in a long time.”

“What way?” 

“I don’t know!” you said, exasperated, standing up straight and throwing up your hands. You didn’t want to have this conversation either. You probably should have said something earlier tonight, but the way he had literally thrown you onto the couch when you arrived and crawled over you to bite your collarbone had you thinking about other things at the time. 

“Is that what you want? To go on dates? I can take you on a date.”

“It’s not that simple, Kihyun.” You glared at each other in silence.

“Okay, we can stop then, if that’s what you want.”

It wasn’t what either of you wanted, but you were both too stubborn to admit it.

*

Your eyes glazed over as your date spoke. He kept talking about his job today, something to do with finance. You weren’t sure. He had barely paused to eat. He didn’t ask any questions about you or your day. 

Kihyun would never do that. You kept finding yourself comparing him to Kihyun. It was maddening. You weren’t even talking to him anymore, not that you ever really talked to him besides asking if he was busy later. Well, you did talk to him after and between. 

You had always enjoyed talking to him when you were together at his apartment. You knew you enjoyed talking to him ever since that birthday party where you hit it off and he asked you to go home with him. But his text message thread had been silent for over a week.

This guy seemed cute and interesting on your first date at the cafe. Now you were wondering if a caffeine overdose that day had tricked you into thinking he made your heart race.

You took a deep breath and resolved to tell him after dinner that there wouldn’t be a third date.

*

“How is YN doing?” Kihyun’s mother asked, putting down her chopsticks. Kihyun looked over at his dad, who was pointedly looking at his dinner plate.

“I’m sure she’s doing well. We’re not that close.”

“Oh, really? She’s lovely. I thought you two might be dating.”

Kihyun choked on his rice and coughed before taking a big gulp of water. “No! Why would you think that?”

His mom shrugged. “Just a feeling. I like her, maybe you should date her.”

“I think she’s seeing someone.” 

He saw his parents share a glance across the table. What was going on right now? Was he in an alternate reality? He thought he was simply sharing a meal with them in his family home, as he did often. 

“Hmm.” 

Kihyun looked at his mother in shock. He couldn’t think of the last time she was speechless. He was like her: she liked to have the last word, and so did he. 

He couldn’t figure out how to move on from this bizarre exchange. He decided to pretend it didn’t happen. Besides, he hadn’t heard from you in a few weeks anyway.

*

You stared at your phone as it rang in your hand. Kihyun’s mom was calling you. 

She had asked for your number at dinner and you gave it to her without thinking. When would she ever have a reason to use it?

“Hello?” you said tentatively.

“YN! How are you?” Kihyun’s mother’s bubbly excitement made you relax and smile. She chatted with you about your day and hers, then she got to her reason for calling.

“My friend went to a lovely tea house with her daughter last week, and she told me all about it when we met today. The pictures were so beautiful! The view of the mountain was wonderful, and they had such a good time there. It made me think of you. I thought maybe you would be interested in going there with me?”

You nearly melted. What a sweet request! There was no excuse you could come up with to decline gracefully. And you didn’t want to admit that the prospect of making this woman happy made you happy, too.

“Of course! That sounds great. Send me the details. I’m looking forward to seeing you again.”

“Oh, I’m so happy to hear that! Kihyun’s father and I enjoyed meeting you so much. I’m glad I’ll see you again.”

Your heart squeezed painfully at the mention of Kihyun.

*

You looked out the window at the spectacular view of Bukhansan. The mountain was green and vibrant against a cloudless sky. The tea house was perfectly situated on a hill, and the owners took advantage by building large windows into the walls of the traditional structure.

“Here are your tea selections!” You turned toward the tray being placed on your low table. 

Kihyun’s mother met your eye gleefully as you watched the owner of the tea shop pour steaming water over the bundles of tea leaves. You were growing to adore her sense of joy in small things. After a few minutes of chatting as you both reviewed the menu of tea options, you realized there would be no awkwardness today because she was a warm and engaging person. You truly understood that her happiness over seeing her husband’s scarf in your hand was part of who she was.

Conversation flowed as you each sampled the treats you ordered while waiting for the tea to cool. Every so often, there was a natural lull as you both stared out the window at the mountain. 

You tried not to think about how comfortable it felt to spend time with Kihyun’s mom. She was an older woman you respected who wanted to spend time with a young person who was close to her son. You were taught to respect your elders, and you couldn’t say no when she asked you to meet her.

After finishing the delicious tea, Kihyun’s mother asked where you were going afterwards. You explained you were going to a bookstore to pick up a book they had specially ordered for you.

“Oh, that’s near where Kihyun lives!” Your heart stopped. Yes, it was, and you were trying hard not to think about it.

“Oh, is it?” you asked, voice catching as you lied.

She picked up her phone. “I’ll send him a message. He’s in this area now, and he said he would drop me off at the nail salon after this because it’s on his way home.” 

“Oh, that’s not necessary—”

“Done!” she interrupted. “He says he is happy to give you a ride, too.”

You found that very difficult to believe. There was no way he knew who else would be in the car, but it was too late now.

*

Kihyun parked the SUV outside the tea house. He was a few minutes early, but he knew his mother would linger to thank the owners. To his surprise, a moment later he saw her walking toward him, followed by—

No.

When she said her friend needed a ride to his neighborhood, Kihyun acquiesced without thinking. He assumed it would be an easy drive of asking questions about someone’s children or grandchildren. He didn’t know she counted you among her “friends.” How long had this been going on? What was going on?

Kihyun could see the look of misery you were trying to hide as you followed his mom to the car. He relaxed his tense shoulders. At least it didn’t seem like a situation you had concocted. That wasn’t your style, anyway. But you could have at least warned him before he arrived.

Kihyun’s mother opened the passenger door with a big smile on her face. She turned back toward you and said, “You should sit in the front because I’m going to get out of the car soon. You’ll be more comfortable up there.” Before Kihyun could object, she had opened the back door and climbed into the SUV.

You and Kihyun looked at each other through the open door. You did not want to be here. But at the same time… you missed seeing him. You missed being with him. Maybe one car ride wouldn’t be awkward, especially with his mother in the backseat. She would be able to carry the whole conversation herself.

“Get in!” his mother encouraged. You climbed in and buckled your seatbelt. It had been a month since you had been in his car, but you spotted your hairclip in the cupholder and had to look away. He probably didn’t even realize it was still there.

As you predicted, Kihyun’s mother cheerily kept up the conversation, with a few responses here and there from you and Kihyun when she prodded. She made you get out of the car to hug her when they stopped outside the nail salon but wouldn’t walk away until you got back into the car and closed the door.

You bit your lip. “I can call a car, you don’t have to drive me.” You pulled out your phone and opened a rideshare app.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Kihyun responded, and before you knew it he was driving away from the nail salon. You looked up from your phone as the buildings passed you by.

“Do you two hang out a lot?” Kihyun asked after a few minutes of silence. He sounded curious. You expected him to be angry or frustrated, but for some reason he wasn’t.

“No, this was the first time. She called me the other day and I couldn’t say no.” You peeked over at him to see his reaction.

Kihyun smiled and his whole face changed. “It’s hard to say no to her.”

After a few more minutes of quiet driving, Kihyun spoke again. “So, am I dropping you off at that guy’s apartment?”

“What guy?” you asked, confused.

“From your blind date.”

“Oh, we only went on a few dates. That’s over.”

You fell into silence again. You could almost hear the gears turning in his head. You desperately wished you could ask him what was on his mind. Sighing, you turned to look out the window.

“I had dinner at my parents’ house the other day,” Kihyun said suddenly, “and they asked me if we were dating.”

You whipped your head toward him in shock. “They what?!”

“I was surprised, too. My mom said she had a feeling.”

“A feeling?”

“Yeah, I don’t know what that means either,” he laughed. “But I’m starting to think she’s trying to do some matchmaking.”

“Matchmaking?” What was wrong with your brain? You were parroting him and unable to make complete sentences.

“You should just let me take you out on that date.” He glanced at you sideways.

“I—” You began speaking but shut your mouth. Way too much happened in the last few minutes. You needed a second to process. Was he asking if they could be together again? Wasn’t that exactly what you wanted?

“You mean go on a date, me and you?”

“Yes.”

"Why?"

"Why?" 

You watched him as he slowed the car to a stop at a red light. Kihyun turned to meet your eyes. He took a deep breath. He looked unsure of himself. Something about his vulnerability made this moment more potent for you.

"Because I miss you." Your breath caught in your throat as he began. "I didn't realize I used to see you more than anyone else. When we… stopped… all of a sudden, I never saw you anymore. I never got to talk to you anymore. I wanted to hear what you were thinking about. I wanted to see you looking at me. I wanted our friends to see you beside me. I wanted you to smile at me and to laugh at me. I wanted to fuck you so badly, too," he chuckled. "That part drove me a little crazy." The light turned green and he looked away from you.

"Oh." This was a lot to take in. You hadn't sat down to think about it before. All you knew was you had missed him so much over these past few weeks, and he had always been on your mind. And not just the sex. 

From the way he laid it out, it sounded like he had thought about his feelings a lot more than you expected him to. Maybe if the two of you did decide to make a go of it, you would be on equal footing. Maybe it was worth a try. Maybe it was time to start over, or pick up where you left off, or something, whatever, but together.

You smiled and relaxed into the seat. “Okay, then. Yes. Take me out on a date.”

A/N Part 2 is up! I love these characters too much: Part 2, Sweet on You

-> intro - profiles

-> part 1 - this is awkward

-> part 2 - omg, pause

-> part 3 - say smth funny

-> part 4 - confidential information

-> part 5 - LET ME FINISH

-> part 6 - try anyway

-> part 7 - when pigs fly

-> part 8 - im lost

-> part 9 - thanks?

-> part 10 - oh shet

-> part 11 - you’re bluffing

-> part 12 - in debates

-> part 13 - gorlboss

-> part 14 - anime betrayals

-> part 15 - so stupid

-> part 16 - coffee bar

-> part 17 - just clumsy

-> part 18 - ABOUT THE FOOD

-> part 19 - see a problem

-> part 20 - what i said

-> part 21 - pink eye

-> part 22 - brace yourself

-> part 23 - possibly

-> part 24 - robbing a bank

-> part 25 - im listening

-> part 26 - hell yeah

-> part 27 - welcome summer

-> part 28 - warn you

-> part 29 - if i do?

-> part 30 - epilogue: best life

There's another pair coming in, a tall feline hybrid and his even taller human you believe to be his owner; both of them visibly at ease with each other as they sit down across from you, the human taking out his phone to tap around on it. Your ears can't help but move towards them, your tail in your hands now as you stroke the fur, tip still hurting a lot from the last accident you had, in which a cheetah hybrid had closed the door roughly on it as you'd attempted to go to bed early.

You're the last line when it came to the food chain as a domestic breed- seen as a pet, even amongst the other hybrids at the care center.

There's young hybrids playing in the corner of the waiting area, playfully biting after each other while their owners and parents try to keep them in check. You can feel the eyes of the panther hybrid in front of you though; he's not quite staring, but watching, and when you look up and he looks back, you're taken aback by the friendly smile he has- instantly making you turn your head down again, trying to hide your blush.

It's not typical for predator hybrids to be nice to you.

But its probably because of his owner sitting next to him, the young man raising his brows but not taking away his gaze from his phone as the hybrid next to him whispers something into his ear with a sway of his thick black tail. He's clearly one of the big cats; an exotic breed, well cared for if his shiny fur and hair and healthy body was anything to go by. Both of them talk quietly, whispering to not cause any issues to anyone around them, while they occasionally throw glances at you.

Were they making fun of you? Probably. Your shoes were dirty and old- a stark contrast to the clean sneakers of the man, and well kept combat boots of the hybrid. Hell, they both wore branded clothing even- something you barely even knew the price point of.

"256?" The nurse says, and you look up- the care worker ext to you standing up as you follow along. You notice the sudden shock in both the hybrid's and his owner's face before you trail after the nurse and worker, ready for your monthly checkup as usual. You didn't have a name, obviously. Only the exotic hybrids ever got pretty names.

You were just another kitten of another random litter. Nothing special.

The checkup goes as usual, nothing too out of the ordinary; though they do make sure to check your tail, giving you some pain medication for the upcoming days, before they tell you to be more careful.

Of course. It's always your fault.

A checkup for a domestic breed like you is always a routine job, and usually there's trainees doing it as part of their learning experience. You've heard that its because if they mess up, it's 'not that bad'- and it leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. You dream of being born as a elegant cheetah or maybe even warm hearted lion in the next life, everytime you experience things like these. As you walk back out, you hear the nurse call with a sweetened voice. "Jungkook?" And you lower your gaze at that.

Of course even his name would sound nice.

He walks past you with what you assume is another friendly smile, looking after you before his owner pats his shoulder, urging him to move if into the examination rooms. You're taken out the exit, into the elevator to go down to the main exit, before both you and the worker wait for a bus to arrive. The young guy next to you is chewing gum loudly- it annoys you, but you don't dare say anything about it.

"Ugh." He snaps at some point. "You can sit down. The bus is coming late." He groans, and you obediently sit on the sidewalk, tail curling into your lap where you pet the fur, mindful of the warm part where the bones had been hurt. It's not quite broken, they'd said- but it's definitely hurt.

You wonder how they would've treated the issue if you were a panther like that young man before.

Both him and his owner emerge from the building after a while, and you can hear them chatter a little from further away, ears turned backwards towards them. "-id you see? She had like, little tiny brushes of fur on the tips of her ears, so cute!" A voice says, before another answers.

"She was cute, that's true." The voice chuckles, before the other starts again- but cuts off at the start of his sentence, as you slowly turn around.

It's the panther and his owner.

"Everything alright?" The human checks with a look towards you; but your care worker answers, as it's typical. The hybrid next to the young man looks at you with a mix of wonder and confusion, and you're not sure why.

"Yeah, bus is late. Traffic jam or something." The worker explains, shrugging, as the hybrid owner nods knowingly.

"You're from HC right? I saw the badge on your jacket. We can take you along, it's along the way for us." He proposes with a friendly smile towards you, and the worker eagerly nods, grinning.

"Shit, nice! You're a life saver!" He says, before he looks down at you. "Come on, and dust yourself off." He tells you with a cooler tone, and you notice the other hybrid's ear flicking in distaste.

Probably at you, you assume.

The car is nice and expensive, something you've expected. You were sitting in the back right next to Jungkook, the panther hybrid, who seems awfully excited about the whole situation. While his owner, Namjoon you've come to learn, talks with the xare worker in the front, you're trying hard not to move too much, stroking your tail in a self-soothing manner. "Did you hurt it?" The voice of jungkook says softly, and you connect that he's been the one who talked about someone's ears a few moments ago. You simply nod as an answer. "It'll be fine!" He reassures, his own tail moving in a confident manner. "I one time got bitten by a snake! That was painful." He chuckles, and you nod. "You're not that talkative aren't you?" He says, and you look up, ears down as you're worried you might have offended him. But his warm eyes open widely, as he tries to paddle back. "Not that that's wrong! It's totally fine!" He rushes, and you nod, pulling your tail closer to yourself, the angry throbbing of it making you nervous. "Does it hurt bad?" He worries, and you shrug.

"..someone closed the door on it." You explain softly, and his eyes widen.

"Ouch." He comments, his own ears drooping a little in sympathy. "I hope they at least apologized." He mumbles, watching as you simply look down at your lap. "They apologized.. right?" He presses lowly, and you shrug.

"It was a cheetah hybrid." You explain, and he just furrows his brows.

"So?" He scoffs. "Still, they should've apologized. That must've hurt." He tells you, and you shrug.

It's not the worst you've experienced over the course of time.

After you leave together with the care worker, and jungkook sits down in the passenger seat, he can't shut up about you. "I wonder why they didn't do anything though. She was clearly still in pain." He grumbles, while namjoon shrugs.

"You seem awfully interested." Namjoon chuckles, as jungkook shrinks a bit in on himself at getting caught. "I cam see why though. She was really pretty." He comments.

"Do you think she'll get a home soon?" Jungkook wonders after a while, and namjoon shrugs.

"She's very quiet. It's hard to say." He tells him, before he turns off the engine at home, jungkook excitedly exiting the car to rush inside his home again.

Taehyung bent down and pressed a kiss on your tummy as he started working his way down your legs until he was kneeling in between your spread legs with his mouth placing wet kisses on your thigh whilst his hand moved your panties aside to run a single finger along your pussy folds that was glistening with your natural discharge.

You whined and bucked your hips upwards for him, on any other day he would have landed a slap to hint that he’ll take his time but today he was going to heed to every one of your pleads. He finally moves his mouth towards your cunt and moans at the musky scent that instantly fills his nostrils, “tae...hurry up please”

He smiles and presses a kiss on your clit, tucking your panties completely aside by your pussy lips he places his mouth over your pussy, emitting a low moan out of you. Not getting to have a taste of your pussy for six months surely had done things to him as the very first taste of you had his eyes rolling to the back of his head before he growled and started lapping you up like a hungry dog.

You could only palm your breasts and play with your nipples in his stead as he sucks on your clit, shaking his head on both sides and letting his curly locks tickle your thighs. “I fucking missed this” he whispered huskily against your folds as he pulls away with your juices coating his chin and glistening under the dim lit living room.

With the small pout that forms he knows you were going to start whining for his mouth on your spasming pussy but he leans down and captures your lips into his and claims your moans to himself as you taste yourself in his tongue.

His hand travels down to spread your folds apart with two fingers before diving further below to thrust them in your hole to fill the void his tongue left. You moaned into the kiss when his fingers curled deep in you in a come hither motion to find for the certain spot that you had been aching for him to touch for months now.

Both of you flinch away from the kiss and groan together when you hear your four month old’s cries from upstairs. You clench your eyes shut in frustration and Taehyung does the same as he slowly pulls his fingers out and drops his head on your nape. He sighs when the cries get louder, “I’ll put her back to sleep” he promises and pushes both his fingers in your mouth and lets you swirl your tongue around the digits and clean it for him.

You hope he wasn’t having trouble finding your hotel room; maybe it was too far for him to travel just to see you, and he’d given up entirely. You wouldn’t blame him, Taehyung had a life outside of being your sugar baby, and you needed to remember that. Just because he played the role you paid him to perfectly didn’t mean he...meant it. You shake your head, there’s no need to think of such things, you could just continue to live in denial for now. There was no harm in doing that.

The doorbell rings, and you eagerly rush to let Taehyung into the suite. He smiles brightly, as though delighted to see you. You try not to think about the real reason he’s smiling- if you opened the door to a gold mine you’d smile just as bright as he was.

“Angel.” Taehyung greets, “These are for you.” What he’s offering is a bouquet, but it looks a little different. Ushering Taehyung inside the suite, you take the bouquet from him, peering a little closer. “They’re chocolate.” He chirps.

“Thank you, Taehyung.” You give him the best smile you can. It’s a thoughtful gift- he’s got to be aware of how much you love chocolate by now, and after your concert, you’re definitely in need of an energy-filled pick-me-up like that. Too bad your manager would snatch them away the second they caught sight of them, but Taehyung didn’t need to know that.

You turn back to him after settling the chocolate bouquet on a coffee table. Were you supposed to put them in a vase? That seemed a little weird for chocolate.

You take a seat at an armchair, Taehyung following your lead. “Thank you for coming all this way- it must have been a pain to drive here.”

He shakes his head straight away, dismissing your worries. “Not at all. I was in the area anyway.”

“What? Didn't you have classes today…?” You eye him suspiciously, sighing when you realised your mistake. You hadn’t really got a good look at him, distracted by the bouquet. “Taehyung, please tell me you ordered that hoodie online….”

He blushes, Taehyung’s common reaction to signs of your attention. But he looks rather proud of himself. “I got to the venue early and got this, along with some other things.” He shoots you a smile. “You were amazing, as always.”

Was this really the influence you had on people? No wonder so many parents hated you. “...Please tell me you didn’t ditch your classes to come to my concert…”

He blushes, this time out of shame, you think. “I did. I wouldn’t miss a chance to see you perform just because of some exam.”

“You had an exam?!” Taehyung’s face morphs into panic, as though just now realising the problem. Though, you doubt that’s what’s going on in his mind. He’s probably more worried about your disappointment in him- not that you are, obviously. You’re the one who deserves that disappointment.

Taehyung stands up, eyebrows furrowed in worry. “They’re letting me retake it, don’t worry. I wanted to go to your concert, okay?” He grasps your hands carefully, softly holding onto you.

You’re still tense, the list of today’s failures expanding. “I could’ve gotten you VIP tickets if you wanted to come...and you had to pay- for the hoodie too...I’ll pay you extra today!”

“Angel, you’re supposed to call me to help you relax. I didn’t mean to upset you.” Taehyung lifts your body gently, guiding you to the bedroom. “Come on, I’ll make it up to you.”

Taehyung’s idea of ‘making it up to you’ apparently meant a massage. Not that you weren’t grateful, it felt amazing. He must have practiced since last time- is it bad that you feel a twinge of jealousy? You can’t help but imagine him practicing on others and then-

“Angel, take a deep breath.” He whispers, voice deep, soothing. “Forget whatever you were just thinking about, it’s not important enough to bother you so much.” His hands on your worn out muscles feel like heaven, you’d have to make sure to pay him handsomely for this alone. “Just relax, okay?”

You feel your eyelids drooping, your breathing grows deeper, slower. But you don’t fight the feeling, trusting Taehyung enough to leave your sleepy state in his care.

When you wake, Taehyung’s hands are gone, and he’s replaced your shirt with a soft pyjama top. You have to force your heart to stop fluttering, reminding yourself not to confuse Taehyung’s actions with something other than customer service, essentially.

But it’s difficult, especially when he enters the room with a plate of your favourite food, freshly cooked, and asks if you’re hungry. The way to your heart was indeed good food. Taehyung not only knew your preferences but was also a fantastic cook, it was more than you could resist, so you allowed yourself a few longing glances that night.

—

The next time you see Taehyung is a few days later, when you invite him over to your apartment abruptly. You were supposed to be reviewing your concert DVD to see where you needed to improve before you set off on tour (so far you’d only completed the domestic concerts of the tour). Your manager had suggested inviting a friend to get an outsider’s perspective, and you needed to talk to him.

You wanted him to join you on tour desperately. Not just for the sex- which may have influenced your choice on who to invite over- but because he put you at ease. Having Taehyung with you would help you a lot, and you’d pay him at least triple what you were currently.

When Taehyung arrives you know that you’re not going to be able to resist him for the entirety of his visit. You’d caught him off guard, it seems, for he turned up in what you assumed was his workout gear. The outfit consisted of a deliciously sweat-soaked t-shirt and shorts, which were unassumingly enticing when he sat down and they showed a bit more of his thigh than what was proper.

You gulp, forcing yourself to concentrate. After the concert, afterwards, then you could give in to the greatest temptation that was a sweaty Taehyung.

But for now, you smile, reiterating the details of why you’d called him over and offering snacks. Taehyung politely refused, and the two of you headed to your bedroom to watch the concert. Suddenly you dreaded having the TV opposite your bed. It was convenient, for sure, you could laze around in bed for hours on your few days off. But now, it was just going to be a problem.

If Taehyung had noticed your strange behaviour, he hadn’t mentioned it. Though, he seemed rather excited too. You suspected that had more to do with the concert DVD than anything else, watching the way he sat up straighter when it started playing. Alas, he really was just a cute fanboy.

“Woah.” Taehyung breathes out, jolting in shock occasionally, far more gasps than you’d expected too. “You’re amazing.” He tells you, once again. “Your singing...it’s beautiful.”

You’re glad you invited Taehyung. Alone, you would’ve just seen flaws in your performance; Taehyung was effectively balancing your own negativity out, and then adding a little mountain of extra positivity. It was certainly enjoyable to have the confidence boost.

“Thank you.” You smile warmly, and Taehyung offers a reaction similar to when he saw you wink at the camera. Is this how all your fans react, to even the smallest of things? It’s certainly entertaining to watch. “Remember to tell me if there’s anything you think I should improve on, okay?”

He pauses, turning to you with an intimidatingly serious look. “There’s not a thing you should change, angel.” He’s still staring. It feels hot under his stare. Taehyung’s eyes remain on you, burning into yours. He finally averts his gaze, smiling softly. Is it bad you want to kiss him? He has a gorgeous smile, for sure. “But, I promise, if I notice anything, I’ll be sure to tell you. Honest.”

That made your heart flutter even more. He was so serious about it all, you allowed yourself to fall into delusions of your silly crush being mutual, of Taehyung caring about you more than the monetary relationship you had, more than your public image. It was a dangerous thought.

Taehyung continues to sit, enthralled by your concert, offering only words of the highest praise- or, he tried to. Most of the time it seemed you’d rendered him speechless, but those reactions were your favourite anyway.

The next song on-screen you performs is one you remember distinctly. You huff, unable to resist rolling your eyes when you see your figure enter the stage.

Taehyung’s gaze flits to you quickly, silently questioning. You relent, knowing he’ll keep asking if you don’t. “That stupid skirt...it’s ridiculous, I can barely walk without flashing everyone my ass, and they expect me to dance too?” You scoff.

“You told them this, right?” His eyes are wide with concern. You nod, sighing, of course your company didn’t particularly care, since fans would just thirst over you even more this way. “They shouldn’t make you wear something you’re so uncomfortable in. If it’s supposed to be a song showcasing your sex appeal, then you should look confident- that’s sexy.”

You’ve never seen him distraught over something, you’re not even sure he realises the depth he’s going to discuss how sexy you are, but you appreciate his words all the same. If you tease him now, he probably wouldn’t talk to you for days out of shame. “Not only that, but it’s completely impractical. I’m assuming there’s a ‘sexy dance’ coming up, and I’m not sure how you’re supposed to do that in those heels, let alone the skirt. I’m so sorry they did this to you, Y/n.” He turns back to the TV with a slight huff. His brows are furrowed as he watches the screen.

The song continues, and the two of you glare at the screen for a while. It’s rather funny, seeing Taehyung look so angry when he’d been rendered breathless for nearly all your previous performances. Taehyung’s face is much more interesting to watch than a performance you hate, anyway.

The song has reached the chorus, the sexy choreography you’d been reluctant to do, but had put your all into anyway- it was part of the job. You watch for Taehyung’s reaction, waiting for a low huff or eye roll, even another rant. Instead, you see him blush furiously.

Now, you’re not a fan of this particular performance, but suddenly, seeing his vivid reactions, you’re rather enjoying it. Taehyung gulps as on-screen you smirks at the camera. He’s gone bright red, and seems to be fidgeting a lot all of a sudden. Now, how could you resist teasing him about this?

“What are you thinking? You’ve gone quiet…” You drawl a little- perhaps the words are spoken in a tone akin to your singing; seductive, teasing.

Taehyung’s blush worsens, eyes flirting to you nervously. Ah. He can’t look you in the eye; how cute. “D-despite how uncomfortable you must have been, your performance is still flawless...I-If you hadn’t told me, I probably wouldn’t have realised at all.”

“You mean, I look confident?” You catch Taehyung’s gaze, quirking a brow at him. He seems to jolt. Taehyung nods, not really looking in your direction. “You said that’s when I’m sexiest, didn’t you? When I look confident?”

He splutters a bunch of excuses, “I-it’s all about charisma- that’s what’s so sexy- that’s what makes a good performer, and you- you’re amazingly talented as well, of course, but you’re also charming— as in, you, uh, have a lot of-”

You cut him off, just to catch him off guard. “I think you’re enjoying that short skirt quite a bit, hm?”

“I-I could never, not after what you told me!” Taehyung protests, but it’s weak. He knows that too, still avoiding eye contact.

You scoff slightly. “Weird. See, your boner says otherwise, but who knows.”

Taehyung startles, darting to grab a pillow to cover his lap. You can’t wait any longer, and use the opportunity. With Taehyung’s body twisted in search of coverage, it’s easy to pin him down against the bed. Well, now at least having to sit on your bed wasn’t so bad.

Taehyung’s breathing is so quick, his breaths even more shallow. Well, at least he’s finally looking you in the eye. It’s just as intense as ever, the expectations, the anticipation so strong you can practically feel it. You love having sex with Taehyung. And though he doesn’t do any particular eye fucking, his gaze right now is certainly heated.

“So everything you said back there was just a coverup, huh? You were just trying to impress me? Get into my pants?” You pin his wrists down against the mattress when you see him start to shuffle, he wants to prove you wrong, you know that. You also know how genuine he was earlier. But he’s a delight to tease, who could blame you? Not Taehyung, not when he was enjoying this so much. “I don’t want to hear your excuses, we both know the truth...It must be so embarrassing for you, your cock gave away how you really felt.”

“Y/n…”

“Bet you’ve dreamt of this before, haven’t you?” You flick your tongue out, wetting his lips. “Admit it. You’re just another of my fans, aren’t you? Acting so noble.” A dry chuckle. “You’re just as obsessed as the others. Say it.”

Taehyung falls into the role easily. “I’m obsessed with you, Y/n.” You raise an eyebrow, squeezing your thighs around his hips when he doesn’t comply. A small warning. Obediently, Taehyung continues. “I-I said all that just so I could f-fuck you. Please forgive me.”

“Forgive you?” Taehyung whimpers when you grind your core against his crotch, mouth hanging open, desperately needy. “You’re pathetic. Practically drooling, and I haven’t even done anything.”

He’s panting, “Yes, yes, for you, angel.”

“You’re so needy. You think I’ll let you fuck me like this? After all you’ve done?” You can’t help but tease him a little more, tightening your hold on his hips. Taehyung lets out a soft moan at the action, hands clenched into fists.

He shakes his head. “No, I don’t deserve to fuck you.” You hold back a smile. Taehyung was enjoying this just as much as you were. He bites his lip, eyes snapping to yours with a glare you can only describe as dominating. “I want to, though.”

“Seems like you want a punishment.” You reach a hand down, sure that Taehyung wouldn’t move his wrists from your hold anyway. It’s not like he couldn’t easily overpower you. You palm his cock, watching his hips thrust upwards into your hand. “Pathetic. You like my hand so much?” He nods fervently. Good boy. “Then that’s all you’re getting.”

“Y/n-”

“Have you forgotten this is a punishment, slut?” He shuts up, but there’s a faint blush across his cheeks. Taehyung looks desperate. “You’re lucky I’m giving you this much. Now cum.”

Taehyung’s hips stutter, and you let him thrust himself against your hand, coming in his pants. You let him slow down, waiting until he’s laying back on the mattress, eyes closed, blissful, before you interrupt again.

“Do you think I’m just here for you to use?” You growl. Taehyung’s eyes snap open, he genuinely looks a little worried for a second, so you squeeze his hand, a reassuring gesture. “I let you cum and that’s it? Don’t I deserve a little thanks for my generosity- it’s not everyday a fan gets special treatment like this.”

“You deserve everything.” Taehyung blurts out. “Anything you want, I mean.”

You press a kiss to his lips, which he follows after, trying to continue. You hold him back. “You’d let me use you however I want, wouldn’t you? Fuck, you’re so desperate. And I made you cum already- desperate and greedy.”

“I-I’m sorry, I…” He licks his lips, you hope he doesn’t notice how eagerly your eyes follow the movement. “Use me, use me however you want. I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”

You nod, “I will, thanks, darling.” Taehyung’s face flutters a series of various expressions at that. You guess he liked it, then. “You’re going to keep those shorts on all night- make you feel as dirty as you are. I bet you’d like that; keeping the cum that I gave you, freak.” Taehyung just nods, he’s embarrassed again, isn’t he? That won’t do. “Say it.”

“I want to keep these pants on so that every time I feel my cum I can remember that it’s because of you, my angel. And I like that. Because I’m a freak.” Always so obedient. Like a puppy…Hm, another time.

“I’m going to sit on your face, and you’re going to show me how grateful you are.” You release Taehyung’s wrists. Immediately, he cups your cheeks, pulling you down for a kiss. You’re a little startled- it doesn’t fit with the roles you’re playing, but honestly, Taehyung kisses you so well, who cares. He slips his tongue into your mouth swirling the muscle around every corner he can, tasting every inch of you. It's gentle, Taehyung’s always gentle, so why do you crave more? Why is his kiss so dangerous? You swing back into your role, knowing that if this continues, you’ll give in to Taehyung for the night. “W-what are you doing?”

“Warming up my tongue.” He responds smoothly, a playful smile on his face. You know full well Taehyung’s taking in the expression in your face right now, as if he has to document everything you do. It’s intense. “Sit on my face, angel. Please.”

You move without talking, throwing your pants somewhere across the room. You catch Taehyung pouting. “What? You wanted to sniff them, creep?”

His eyes are focused on the sight of you bare. “...The source is always better.” He has the audacity to lick his lips, right then!!

You hover over him, a little nervous. Taehyung’s hands hold your hips carefully, pushing your body down until you can feel his breath right on your core. His tongue flickers out, jolting you in surprise. It’s warm, soft, and feels amazing.

Taehyung’s grip on your hips tightens a little, never painfully so, but enough that your squirming doesn’t interfere with his actions. He has his tongue inside you now, swirling and flicking the appendage experimentally, then waiting for your reaction, before either moving on or continuing to stimulate only the most sensitive parts of you. It feels so good.

“Fuck, you’re so good.” You moan. “If you went with me on tour, I could feel this good every night. I could make you feel this good every night.”

His fingers brush yours, soft. It’s like a movie scene- and yet something so pure certainly doesn’t belong here. His hands move back to your hips, where he presses harder, slowly rocking your hips against him.

“You want me to ride you?” You guess, since he couldn’t speak, that was what he was getting at. “Such a slut for my pussy you couldn’t take your mouth off of it for even a s-second, huh…?” It turns out weaker than you expected, the combination of Taehyung’s skilful tongue and him rocking your hips, it’s sinful. It feels heavenly. You’re close. “I’m going to cum all over you, stain that handsome face of yours with my juices. You’d like that too, wouldn’t you? I bet if I asked to go out covered in cum you’d do it, wouldn’t you, slut?”

Taehyung moans into you, the vibrations are enough to send you over the edge, spilling all over his face. He laps everything up, not releasing his hold on your hips until he’s satisfied. You’re on the brink of overstimulation by the time Taehyung finally pulls away. You roll to his side, breathless, but joyful.

It’s a while with the two of you heaving for breath before you finally start to shift again. “Do you want help cleaning up?”

Taehyung grins at you, throwing an arm over your waist. He pulls you towards him, pressing his lips to yours. Twice. Two tiny kisses, and yet you could taste yourself on him. “Maybe I like being covered in your-” He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You whine, “Now I’m gonna have to clean my face…”

“You’re just as beautiful either way,” Taehyung pauses, pulling back a little. “Y/n, y-you mentioned, uh, taking me with you on tour…”

“Oh!” Why did you have to say that? “It’s fine if you don’t want to! It was just a thought, just a, uh, heat of the moment silly thought I had, and it just kind of spilled out, haha! You know, those thoughts that should stay inside your head, but then...uhm, yeah…”