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You exhale one final time before your fingers loosen their grip; the arrow shooting straight into its intended mark, lodging itself to the target with a thunk.

Padding over to the target, you yank the arrow roughly, returning it to the quiver on your hip as your hand trails over the deep indent on the foam. Slightly off-center, you chastise yourself. With a determined set of your jaw, you make your way to the shooting line to try again. The grip around your compound bow tightens and you roll your shoulders back, stretching your neck in the process before you resume your stance.

Inhale. Exhale.

Eyes sharp and focused, you launch arrow after arrow in rapid succession; the air whistling where you slice it in half, as a volley of fire rains down on the poor, battered target. You don’t stop. Not until your arms tremble and you're unable to lift the weight of the bow in your hand. Sighing irritably, you collect your final arrows – all in the yellow circle aside for one – before shoving them roughly in the quiver and moving the target back to its original position against the wall.

Looking around the gym, you’re unsurprised to find it mostly deserted, save for a few stragglers still practicing their craft. The large clock on the wall tells you that it’s not even midnight and you curse your tired body for its inability to keep up. Granted, your competition isn’t until the day after tomorrow, but this is the Olympics and you wanted to squeeze in as many practices as you could before then. Chugging the remainder of your water, you stare at the wall, running through all the advice your coach has given you in the past to see how you could do better.

“Hi.”

You could’ve screamed, heart beating rapidly in your chest when you whirl around to find a man behind you.

“Sorry,” he frowns before chuckling awkwardly as his hand brushes some hair away from his face. A very handsomeface; equipped with shimmering, dark eyes and a dimpled smile. “I’m Jungkook, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

He thrusts his hand towards you and though you’re hesitant, you take it, a half-smile on your face. “Hi Jungkook, I’m—”

“I know who you are,” he interrupts excitedly, pumping your hand up and down. Upon noticing your bewildered expression, Jungkook visibly cringes; eyes shutting and brows furrowing as he groans. “Sorry, again, God.”

You cough, eyes flickering south to hint at your joined palms and Jungkook yanks his hand away quickly. But the force of his action causes you to tumble forward into his chest.

His very toned chest.

Heat rises to your cheeks when you realise your hands are splayed and gently squeezing his body. You can't help the laughter bursting out of your chest as Jungkook helps you regain your sense of balance and it only makes you laugh harder when you spy the man turning scarlet. He joins your mirth, but it sounded a little strained.

“Jesus, I swear I’m not like this normally,” he half-cough, half-chuckles. “I just wanted to say that I’m a huge fan. You won gold two years in a row and I’ve watched all your matches since last year." Jungkook hesitates for a second, mouth opening and closing several times while he studies your sneakers. "Okay, that’s all. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to bury myself into a hole and never come out now.”

Jungkook turns around to leave, and you can hear him cursing himself under his breath about your interaction. You couldn't help the smile tugging the corners of your lips when you catch him shaking his head vigorously as he groans yet again.

Your body moves before your mind could stop it, sneakers squeaking on the floor as you jog towards him. Jungkook's interesting. And cute.

“Wait—” you call out, reaching out to grab him by the sleeve of his grey sweatshirt when you're near. “You obviously seem to know who I am. But I don’t think it’s fair that I don’t know who you are. Enlighten me?”

Jungkook’s face lights up. “Oh, yeah! I’m the newest entrant for the indoor match. I’m playing after you,” he grins sheepishly, hand resting on the back of his neck. His gaze drifts to the bow in your hand. “Were you done with practice? I was actually hoping you’d give me a few pointers.”

"Is that why you approached me?" You can't help but tease, adoring the endearing way he dips his head and smiles at you through his lashes despite being much taller than you. Though you really should be going back to your room to rest, you can’t find the strength to deny him of his request. “I'm messing with you, Jungkook. Let me grab the target.”

“No, let me!” Jungkook bounds excitedly to the wall lined with the rectangular foam pieces, his loud shoes slapping loudly against the gym floor as he drags one of them behind him. You suppress your giggle as you watch him set it up, his tongue peeking out of his mouth while he measures the distances between the target and the shooting line carefully.

When he finished, he jogged over to where you're standing, picking up his own bow from the floor. He rolls his shoulders and takes a deep breath, fastening the tail of the arrow to the string. "Okay, I'm ready," Jungkook grins with a tilt of his chin. "Should I start shooting?"

You shake your head and motion for him to stand behind the line. “Before you do that, show me your stance,” you instruct, studying as Jungkook raises the weapon at eye level. He pulls the tail of the arrow taut against the string with his other hand to rest it on his cheek. You briefly admire the way his face changes – the innocent facade melting away with the set of his jaw and furrowed eyebrows; his gaze sharp on the yellow circle ahead.

You redirect your focus back to his stance and not at his possibly fit body. The same one you felt just moments before.

Shaking your head away to clear the indecent thoughts, you study his posture by walking around him in circles. You spy something out of place and without thinking, your hands come up to touch his forearms, bending it back slightly— only for the arrow from his faltered grip.

"Sorry,” you scramble, hands returning swiftly to your side. Jungkook coughs, avoiding your gaze and your heart sinks at the thought that maybe you’ve made him uncomfortable. “Did I scare you?”

His eyes widen as he whips his head to meet your crestfallen gaze, shaking his head rapidly from side to side. "Oh no, I, uh, wasn't expecting to be touched, that's all," he explains, shuffling his weight to his other foot. "I'm the one who should be sorry. You're taking time to help me practice and I'm mumbling around like an idiot."

You relax at his words, throwing him a smile as you shake your head. "Nah, I should've warned you. Show me your stance again? There's a few things I want to point out."

Jungkook’s more reserved when he draws the arrow this time and though his aim is to the target, you feel his eyes watching your every move from his periphery. Years of training has helped you focus instantly on the small mistakes in his posture, adjusting his footing or arm placement as you lecture. “Here, relax your forearm, you don’t want that sticking out,” you point out, touching his inner elbow to bend it slightly. “We don't want you getting injured.”

You continue your assessment by shifting his stance with slight touches, completely oblivious to the contracting muscles underneath your fingertips. “Tilt your hips more and—”

“Ngh—”

Oh.

Jungkook stiffens under your touch and you freeze in place, your hands firmly rooted on his waist. You slowly drag your eyes to study his features. He looks appalled – beads of sweat dripping from his forehead while his cheeks gradually take in the colour of a tomato. Jungkook refuses to turn to you, wide eyes still locked on the target ahead though his mouth is now pressed to a grim line.

A dangerous idea crosses through your mind and you can’t help the mischievous smirk that stretches across your lips. “Focus, Jungkook,” you purr, dropping your voice a few notes lower. “You’re lucky I’m even here coaching you, y’know?”

You dig your fingers into his hips, making him jump and lose his grip on the bow, the equipment clattering uselessly on the ground.

“Pick it up,” you command with a chuckle. He heeds your request with trembling hands, returning quickly to the proper stance you’ve taught him. “Good boy, such a fast learner.”

While you continue your nonchalant lecture, your hands roam all over his body though your touches now linger a few heartbeats longer than before. You observe his reactions with great interest: at his trembling arms, shallow breathing, and glassy, half-lidded eyes. Despite the telltale signs, his gaze is still trained on the target ahead.

You click your tongue at the lackluster reactions. So, you decide to tease him further, squishing your tits firmly on his back as your arms circle around his waist. His chest expands and you hear his thundering heartbeat marching alongside your own. Standing on your tiptoes, you graze the shell of his ear with your lips.

“Go on," you whisper, nipping lightly at his earlobe. "Take the shot.”

Jungkook growls when he releases the arrow, but neither of you know where it lands. The instant you hear a thunk, he chucks the bow haphazardly to the side, the weapon clattering loudly on the gym floor, to whirl around and crash his lips onto yours.

He pulls you in an embrace, a hand circling your midsection while his hot tongue swipes on your bottom lip. Your head swims with his scent and you moan desperately into his mouth, hands fisting the front of his tracksuit to pull him closer. You didn't know if there were people still left in the gym, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care – not when Jungkook’s large hands are kneading your ass and the pool of desire continues to build in your abdomen, numbing all your other senses to focus solely on his touch.

“Showers. Now,” he commands. You respond with a giggle and he pulls you to the direction of the bathrooms, abandoning your scattered equipment on the floor.

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The steam from the shower helps you battle the cold tiles against your back. Your eyes are closed as you let out moan after airy moan while Jungkook slams three of his tattooed fingers repeatedly into your aching cunt.

Your own hand strokes his shaft, squeezing and tugging gently while his hips buck in tandem. The shower fails to dampen the loud squelches reverberating the room and you only hope that it’s late enough that no one is around.

“Ngh—fuck!” he grunts loudly when you gently run your thumb across the slit of his throbbing cock head. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’ve – mmh – fantasized about this for so long.”

The thought makes you cringe, but your snide response turns into gibberish when his thumb traces circles on your clit.

"Oh my god, Jungkook—" you keen, pushing your chest forward when he bends over to latch his mouth on your nipple, grazing his teeth on the sensitive skin before laving the bud with his tongue. The sensation has you trembling, knees about to give out with the sheer amount of electricity shooting down your spine. "Do it again, baby."

Jungkook chuckles briefly before moving to your other tit, swirling his tongue over the nipple while his empty hand pinches the other one. Heeding your request, he bites down a little harder – eliciting a half-scream from your lips as you throw your head back, inches away from colliding with the tile. Marks appear on your tits every time his mouth connects to the skin and you can only moan and tremble under his touch.

"F-Feels good," you sigh, grinding your hips on his fingers. "Fuck, you're so good to me, Kook."

Jungkook grunts your name when you squeeze his cock tighter, eyes falling shut as his body shivers in ecstacy. “God, I love your hand around my dick, but I can’t wait anymore, baby, need to fuck you now,” he groans, rutting faster against your hold.

You nod for a fraction of a second and that’s all it takes for Jungkook to slip his fingers out from your pussy to spin you around, pushing your chest against the blue ceramic while his hand smacks your ass playfully. Giggling, you wiggle your hips in response before arching your back until your cunt meets the head of his cock. Your smirk stretches wider when Jungkook curses harshly under his breath.

“What are you waiting for? Come fuck me already then,” you taunt breathlessly, raising your hips to drag your folds against his shaft.

At your invitation, he seizes your hips firmly before pushing his length into your quivering pussy. You groan when you feel the tip slide in, forehead pressed against the wall as you close your eyes in bliss. He’s filling you gradually, waiting for you to adjust to his girth – and though normally you'd be grateful, you're too high on euphoria and adrenaline to wait any longer.

“Jungkook, come on,” you whine, grinding against the head of his cock. “Why don't you fuck me like you hate me?”

The instant the words leave your mouth, Jungkook growls – your name coming out through gritted teeth – and he lands a sharp, forceful smack on your ass. You grunt at the unexpected slap, nails scratching at the slippery tile as Jungkook slips out of your cunt, leaving only the tip, before plunging his cock all the way in without warning. His hand winds itself around your wet hair, tugging your head back forcibly until your glassy eyes look up at the ceiling above while he sets a brutal pace – spearing your cunt vigorously with his hard length.

“Yeah?" he grunts in your ear when you screech his name, his voice slightly muffled by the shower. "You want me to treat you like a whore? Who knew that the two-time gold medalist is this much of a fucking slut?”

You shiver as he continues the onslaught of words accompanied by brutal thrusts; surprised to see this side of the sweet boy you met only hours ago. As your high-pitch moans reverberate through the bathroom, the coil in your abdomen continues to tighten until you're shaking, relying heavily on the hold Jungkook has on your hips to keep you steady.

Jungkook continues to drive his cock into your cunt, using his grip on your hair for momentum as he rocks you back and forth. He removes his hand from your waist to palm your tits before landing a loud smack that reaches your ears. You grit your teeth to avoid screaming at the sharp pain as tears begin to blur your vision.

"Oh, you like that? I can feel your cunt tightening up," he teases with a husky laugh, pinching your nipple between his fingers while ignoring your howling cries of his name.

After roughly fondling your chest, Jungkook pushes you back to the tile, squishing your tits against the ceramic to give attention to your ass – landing quick, short smacks on your plump cheeks until the torrent of water feels like sandpaper on your skin. You grunt with every impact and sink your nails deep into the tattooed forearm that's pushing your head against the wall. There’s a prickle of worry that you’re breaking skin when he hisses, but Jungkook does not relent, continuing his brutal pace.

“Kook-“ you cry, tears and water blurring your vision. “I’m fucking close—”

You hear his raspy chuckle as he slows down. The orgasm that laps at your feet is starting to ebb and you groan in frustration, eyes screwed shut while your body trembles. You whimper pathetically against his hold, trying to turn your head to no avail. “Fuck—why?”you cry.

Jungkook laughs as he lands yet another smack across your ass. “What did you say before? ‘Fuck me like you hate me’? Should I even let you cum?” he jeers as his hand cups your core to swipe harsh circles on your clit.

No, no, no! Your eyes open wide as you stare at the white ceiling at the threat. “P-Please, let me cum!” you plead, grinding desperately on his cock.

"Look at you. So fucked out just for me." Jungkook sweeps your wet hair away from your face, planting a quick kiss on your cheek while he switches to deep, slow strokes - exiting your cunt only to slam back in. You whimper, pressing your cheek tightly against the tile as your body spasms, and you’re sure that the checkered lines has embedded themselves on your skin.

"Where's that attitude you had in the beginning, hm?" He punctuates each word with a powerful thrust, raking his fingers through your hair.

You garble half-syllables; chanting various forms of "Jungkook, fuck! Please—" in breathy moans.

“You can cum,” he concedes with a bored sigh after a few more thrusts and you release the breath you didn’t know you were holding. “But know that it’s because I let you.”

He relaxes his grip on your head, smoothing out your matted hair to one side of your neck. Jungkook trails his index finger down the column of exposed skin, making you shiver under his touch. “Such a pretty neck,” he mumbles, wrapping his tattooed hand around the base of your throat.

He squeezes experimentally and you clench harder around his dick; his name coming out in the barest of whispers. “Fuck—” he hisses, pressing hard enough that you can hardly breathe, especially with the thick steam from the shower around you. “Does this feel good, baby?”

You can hardly think, brain too muddled with lust and pleasure. It was difficult to talk, but you manage to whine affirmatively. “Yes – shit – feels so fucking good.”

Jungkook hums approvingly. He continues his languid pace and though you prefer the vigorous snaps of his hips, you keep your mouth shut; fearing that he'll continue to edge you when you’re so close, the impending orgasm making your toes curl.

However, your high continues to recede with every sluggish drag of his cock. With a frustrating cry, you can no longer ignore your needs. “Jungkook – harder! Please!”

The lewd sounds of sex are drowned by the cascade of water as Jungkook returns to his harsh pace, loudly grunting your name alongside your own relieved cries. His hand leaves your throat to land another sharp smack on your ass, before gripping the cheek forcibly, nails digging into your skin. Your orgasm is approaching fast – electricity shooting straight to your core when his cock slams repeatedly into the spot that makes your eyes roll back.

"Fuck, you're so tight. Can't wait to fill this pussy – ngh. Cum for me, baby, I got you," he husks.

With Jungkook's words ringing in your ears, the coil snaps. The orgasm makes your legs shake violently, making it hard for you to stay standing. Your vision is dotted in white as your head swims – your mouth repeating, “Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook!”

He chants your name through gritted teeth, helping you prolong your orgasm with every drive of his hard cock inside your swollen cunt. Jungkook’s thrusts gradually turn sloppier as he approaches his own end and despite the encroaching sensitivity in your pussy, you move your hips in tandem with his, aiding him along.

“Fill me up, Kook—” you beg, your voice sounding whiny and desperate.

“Ngh – fuck, fuck!” he groans, bruising your already stinging ass with his grip as he empties himself inside of you, spurts of white, hot cum lodging deep in your cunt.

Exhausted, he slumps over your arched figure, kissing your neck and shoulders, his body trembling as he ruts slowly inside, pushing his cum deeper. You both hiss when he leaves your battered walls and the two of you stand there for a few solid seconds, enjoying the skinship and the warm water caressing your tired limbs.

As Jungkook collects his breathing, you lather yourself up with the soap, wincing slightly at the smarting skin left by his devilish hands.

“That was—”

“Hot,” you finish his sentence with a smirk. “Here’s hoping my joints are well enough for me to compete.”

Jungkook laughs sheepishly, apologies begin tumbling out, which you silence quickly with a press of your lips against his. “None of that, I enjoyed myself,” you grin. “Let’s get ourselves cleaned up and get the hell out of here.”

When you’re fully clothed and sated, the gym is thankfully devoid of its denizens. You put the target back to where it belongs and Jungkook hauls both your gym bags and equipment over his shoulder.You spy the way he bites his lip, suppressing his laughter at your strange gait as the two of you walk towards the exit.

“Don’t laugh, you did this,” you pout, jabbing a finger into his shoulder.

Jungkook raises both his hands in defence. “You asked for it!”

The two of you talk about the upcoming competition while you walk to your respective dorms, a quiet nervous energy flowing through as you make plans to meet up for practice before the match. When you find your door, Jungkook lowers your gym bag and compound bow to the floor, before cradling your cheek with his large hand.

"Thanks for tonight, I had fun," Jungkook whispers, eyes turning into crescents. "Can't wait to see you tomorrow for practice."

He kisses you goodnight; a soft peck on your lips, before adjusting his gym bag on his shoulder and walking away.

“Before you go…" you call out, causing him to turn towards you. "Wanna make a bet with me?”

“Depends on what it is.”

“Win the gold medal for me and I’ll make sure you’re handsomely rewarded.”

With a final wink, you disappear into your dorm room, leaving Jungkook and his bewildered eyes to stare at the empty space where you stood in the hallway.

The sun streams into the room, making you scrunch your nose turning around in your sleep. Feeling a heavy arm around your waist, you crack open an eye to see Taehyung’s youthful face, peacefully sleeping. His snores cutely escapes his parted mouth, as you admire his sleeping figure. His chest bare and his hair tussled messily across his forehead, his bulky muscles hang loosely across your waist, sitting dangerously close to your hips. Smiling to yourself as last night’s events played through your head, you gently move his mass of curls across his face so you could see the full picture of his ethereal beauty, how can a man be so pretty? Holding your breath as Taehyung’s eyebrows furrows, pulling you closer into his chest, before the sound of his heavy breathing fills your ears signaling that he was still in a deep sleep.

Planting a light kiss on his lips, you gently remove his arm, taking the pillow that you were once sleeping on, and placing it between him, rolling out of bed gently. Stumbling quietly around his bedroom, you slip on your panties and his discarded shirt that cascaded down your small figure that stopped midthigh. Combing your hair with your fingers, you tip-toe out of the room, throwing your hair up into a messy bun, and into the cool hallway of his quiet house.

You took the time to admire the simplicity of his ginormous home. Even though you knew it was just him and Aera in the house, you didn’t understand why he needed all the space for the two of them. You admired the pictures that decorated the cream walls. Pictures of Aera from when she was born to now were put together in a collage that hung on the wall just beside his bedroom. You noticed that on the opposite side of her picture, were pictures of Taehyung when he was younger. Studying the two pictures, it was uncanny to see how much Taehyung’s daughter took after his looks; nonetheless, they were both absolutely stunning. You continued to make your way down the stairs, completely amazed at the fact that Taehyung was able to carry you all the way up the stairs blindly the night before. As you descended, pictures of Taehyung, Aera, and what you had assumed were Taehyung’s parents were strung up onto the walls. His mother, much shorter than Taehyung, stood smiling towards the camera, her eyes in crescents as she held her granddaughter against her, cheeks pressed against each other with wide grins; Taehyung’s father, who stood tall beside his mother, but slightly shorter than Taehyung, stood proudly, grinning down at his wife and Aera, his hand jutting out to wrap his fingers around the little girl’s hand.

The little family photo warmed your heart, a smile making its way onto your face as you headed down towards the main floor. Making your way to the bathroom that was right across the foyer, you quickly washed your face with the baby wash that was there, rinsing your mouth, and applying some moisturizer that was hidden in the medicine cabinet. Shutting the lights off, you make your way towards the kitchen, shuffling around to find something to make you and Taehyung for breakfast. Quietly opening his large pantry, you squealed quietly at how full it was. There were an abundant amount of cereals on the top shelf organized in alphabetical order, different types of oatmeal laid underneath, and meal replacements tucked away underneath that. Scanning you find what you were looking for, swaying side to side in happiness, as you shut the pantry door. Making your way towards his cabinets, you find a mixing bowl and a whisk; next looking into another little cabinet you take out the rest of the ingredients that you needed. As you crack eggs and start whisking the batter, you hear the sound of trudging footsteps making its way into the kitchen, and the sound of jingles echoing in the open space. Ignoring the odd sounds, you continued to hum to yourself, until you feel fur brushing up against your ankles.

“Tannie!” You speak softly, putting your pancakes on pause, you bend down to gently pet the little puppy, who welcomes your pats and cuddles against your hand, “Hungry?” you question as you head back towards the pantry to grab a scoop of dog food, and venturing around the kitchen to find Yeontan’s doggy bowl and filling it up. Grabbing his water dish, you turn on the sink, gathering a generous amount of water in the bowl and placing it right beside his feeding dish. Tannie happily bounces towards his food, stuffing his face and wagging his tail in excitement.

Going back to your wet batter, you sift through the cabinets again, finding a pan and placing it on the stove. Turning on the element, you find a spatula and rest it against the counter, pouring some oil into the pan, allowing it to heat up before pouring some batter in.

Your mind wanders to last night and the events that played last night; you were still in awe that your evening played out the way it did. You weren’t expecting to hook up with Taehyung last night, you weren’t really expecting to see him at all, if you were honest. But life had a funny way of playing it out, didn’t it? You know for sure that you didn’t regret a single thing that happened last night, you loved every second of it. Plus, who were you to shy away from someone that you liked. Grinning at yourself as you flipped the pancake over, you shuffled to the left pressing your palms against the countertop and shut your eyes. The domestic feeling of cooking breakfast in Taehyung’s home, felt almost natural, a dream that you could get used to. It was crazy to think that you had met this man a little over a month ago and you were already so into him that it was quite scary… You knew your heart though, and you had never felt this way about anyone before, it was a nice feeling.

Placing the pancake on the waiting plate, you poured more batter in, flipping pancakes, and setting them aside. You pour a little more oil into the pan, quickly walking towards the fridge to find some sausage links and bacon, opening the packets, and placing four of each meat into the sizzling pan, you wait for it to cook. Swaying your hips and humming a tune, you were in your own little world that you didn’t hear Taehyung coming down the stairs.

Scratching his head, Taehyung journeyed down the stairs to follow that sweet smell of pancakes and bacon cooking. When he had woken up to his pillow beside him instead of you, he panicked a little. He wasn’t sure if he had dreamt about last night or if it had been real; however, he relaxed a bit when he saw that your clothes were still strewn across his bedroom floor. Quickly grabbing a pair of sweats and a loose shirt from his drawer, he entered his bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth. The sight he sees when he enters the kitchen made his stomach churn; you had your back to him, wearing his large shirt from the night before, hair in a messy bun, swaying to the tune you were humming, flipping bacon in a pan. A smile etches its way onto his face at how stunning you looked in his clothes, the fact that the two of you had become intimate just mere hours ago, made your aura even more desirable. Taehyung wasn’t sure if it had been lovehe was feeling, for it was far too soon to tell only having known you a little over a mouth, but he knows his heart. And he’s never held such admiration for one person before, he’s never felt this strongly for any other woman—not even Isla.

Taehyung creeps quietly towards you, wrapping his arms around you, his chest pressing against your back, as gives your neck a feather-like kiss.

“Morning, pretty.” He mumbles against you, earning a yelp of surprise from you. Turning the stove off, you spun around in his arms to be greeted with a boxy grin on a very puffy face. Giggling to yourself, you snake your arms around his neck with a smile.

“Hey,” You whispered, gently pushing away from him to put the rest of the food on a plate before staring at the sleepy man. His hair was still in a tangle of curls, look as if he combed his fingers through them. You were taken aback when Taehyung planted his lips on yours, humming into your mouth as his grips your hips to pull you closer. The kiss felt as if fireworks exploded in the pit of your stomach, the warmth that Taehyung emits from his body encasing your small frame; and just like you concluded last night, you had never felt this way with anyone.

Taehyung surprises you even more by turning you around and lifting you onto the island in the middle of his kitchen, his fingers hastily unbuttoning his shirt and shoving it off of you. Pulling away from your lips, he grazes his teeth down your neck, nipping and gently biting it, while his tongue massaged the marks he made from the previous night.

“Tae—” You whined, feeling lost in the pleasure that erupts in your core, the fiery sensation that makes all your rational decisions fly out the window, “You’re insatiable.” You moan, feeling his fingertips tease the waistband of your panties, quickly discarding them.

“Not my fault you’re so pretty.” He mumbles against your collarbones, his fingers kissing your swelling core, and groaning at your wetness, “I’d love to go down on you again, baby,” He pecks your lips, “but I really need to bend you over.” With that, Taehyung spins you around and presses your chest against the cold granite, causing you to hiss as your nipples harden against it, one of your legs dangling, while the other is perched up spreading you open for his eyes. Feeling yourself become wetter at how rough he was being, Taehyung quickly rids himself of his sweats, pooling them at his ankles as he tugs on his leaking cock, and guides it towards your entrance. You were still sensitive from last night, so when he had grinded against you slowly, you whimpered at the contact.

“You okay? Can I?” He asks while gently massaging your lower back in soothing circles. You press your cheeks against the cool countertops, pushing your hips back into his, your breath caught in your throat at how needy you felt.

“Yes, please!” You cry, and that was all it took for Taehyung to push his hard cock all the way into your dripping cunt. His deep moans invade your ears, as he basks in how much tighter you felt in the position. It felt as if he hadn’t just fucked you open seven hours ago. The way that you clenched around his cock so delightfully had his head swimming in all sorts of pleasure. Last night was amazing, Taehyung would never lie about that; after pining over you for some time, he couldn’t believe that it was happening, and now it was happening again. He knew that once he got a taste of you that there was no way he’d be able to let you go, and he was definitely right about that. How could he let go of someone so precious? If it wasn’t enough that he was so interested in you for being so open and inviting, and how you get along perfectly in his own friend group, it was an absolute hit in the ballpark that his daughter liked you just as much.

Yeah, there was no way that he’d let you go now.

“Taehyung!” You whine against the counter, as his thrust increased in speed, his hips bucking into you at such a feverish pace, his balls slapping so good against you that you were loosing your sanity. This man was absolutely perfect.

“Thought you left me this morning,” Taehyung grunts as his large hands snake its way into your hair, pulling your head back and gripping you to arch your back, “wanted to fuck you hard before you left today.” Moaning in pure ecstasy as he continued his assault on your ruined pussy, both of your arousal mixing together as he grits his teeth with every harsh push of his cock.

“Wouldn’t—mmm—wouldn’t leave you like that,” You breathlessly say, quietly whining as you feel him stuff you full; your mind was absolutely blank with nothing but pleasure and lust, how could you think straight when this handsome man, that could have arguably been sculpted by God, was giving it to you like rent was due in an hour?

“That’s right you wouldn’t,” He harshly nips at your earlobe, “you love my cock too much hm?” Your stomach clenched at his dirty words that your eyes rolled back, “you like this don’t you, pretty? You like my cock inside your tight little cunt?” Thrusting inside you faster, Taehyung harshly bites down on your earlobe, sucking it into his mouth, as you groan at his quickened pace.

“Tae!” You shrieked, feeling your high approaching quickly, his length reaching your g-spot with ease, making you bite down harshly on your lower lip drawing blood to the surface, “Gonna— I need to—need to cum, Tae!” Just like the night before, your vision goes white, pleasure coursing through your entire body, your toes curling, and you fists clenching against the countertop meeting his thrusts, you harshly shove yourself on his length; his hips never falters, Taehyung loosens his grip on your hair, causing you to fall forward, your tear-stained cheeks pressing onto the cold granite, and Taehyung roughly pushing his large length inside you.

You feel him twitch, signaling that he was close, so you allow him to use you to get himself there. Luxuriating in the pleasure he was providing you; you feel the familiar knot pool in your stomach again, whimpering loudly at the overstimulation.

“Oh fuck!” Taehyung yells, shoving you harder onto his cock, holding your hips in place as you both hit your highs. Taehyung gives you shallow thrusts, emptying himself inside you, as you spill your own sweetness on his waiting length. Rocking gently against you, Taehyung plants kisses on your shoulders, wrapping you in his arms, keeping you close to him.

Giving yourself a moment to enjoy his presence, you allow Taehyung to hold you in the middle of his kitchen, naked, and still connected. Sweat coats your forehead, as you feel his fingers gently swipe away your loose hair that covered your face, your hair tie just barely keeping your messy bun together. Your staggered breathing resounds in the quietness of his home, surrounding the both of you in a comfortable silence, when the sound of a ringtone goes off, alerting the two of you of an incoming call. Taehyung quickly slips out of you—to your dismay—as you yelp at the sudden loss, and he quickly pulls his pants up, running towards the couch to frantically search for his phone.

“He-Hello?” Taehyung stutters, coming back to you to help you slip your panties on, picking up his shirt he places it over your shoulders with a sly grin, buttoning up the buttons and pressing a quick kiss onto your lips. Smiling into the gesture, and completely forgetting that he was on the phone, you slip your tongue into his mouth, gently stroking his wet muscle with your own, and letting out a quiet moan as you enjoy his sweet taste.

“Taehyung are you listening?” You hear Jungkook yell into the receiver, causing you and Taehyung to pull away abruptly, flustered faces staring at one another.

“Y-yeah,” Taehyung coughs into his phone, sheepishly grinning at you, “you said you’ll have her home by 4? Yeah… Okay, thanks again Kook!” Taehyung hangs up the phone, pulling you in again with a shy smile, “Aera will be home at 4. Would you like to stay?”

Suddenly freezing up at the thought of staying with Taehyung and Aera, just the two of them in their home, made you nervous. How do you stare at the little girl, literally right after you had sex with her dad? Seeing your change in demeanor, Taehyung’s eyebrows furrow, gently taking your small hands in his.

“Hey,” He whispers searching your eyes, “What’s wrong, love?”

“You… You want me to stay?” You asked quietly, “Are you—are you okay with that? I mean—Tae we aren’t even sure what this is—” Taehyung gives you a warm smile, gently stroking your cheek, soothing you of your worries.

“Of course, I want you to stay,” He states, “Aera adores you, and that’s good enough for me.” Your heart suddenly drops at his confession, of course he’d only want you to stay for Aera… This must be fun for him, anyways. He could have anyone, why would he settle for the likes of you, regardless of his daughter’s opinion?

“Y/n…” Taehyung says, not missing the way your face fell when he didn’t comment on what the two of you were; Taehyung didn’t really know what you two were… It was way too soon to admit that he was falling for you, at a fast rate at that, he didn’t want to scare you away; but what he did know is that there is definitely a connection between the two of you, a bond—and not just because you two had sex twice—but a bond that he could only describe similarly to your typical cliché movie scenes where the leads have an epiphany that there truly is something between them.

Making sure that he doesn’t screw up again with you, Taehyung leans forward to place a gentle kiss to your slightly parted lips.

“I—I don’t know what we are… but what I do know is that I am unbelievably attracted to you,” He firmly says, staring deep into your eyes, “I have thought about you every single day, Y/n, and I know I’ve already hurt you, but I can promise you that I won’t let it happen again,” He takes a deep breath, “I—you’re—you’re special to me… To Aera too, and I’d love for you to—” He pauses, trying to find the words, “Aera and I would love to see more of you—I would love to see more of you, I wish I could give you a better answer—to help with your confusion, but—” You stop him with a quick kiss against his lips.

Sure, it didn’t help you understand where the two of you stand, but his little confession of wanting to see you more was enough to make your tummy fill with butterflies; it was obvious that there was a possibility that Taehyung liked you—why else would he tell you he wants to see you more—and the thought felt surreal, you wanted nothing more. You weren’t sure if this was infatuation or if what you felt for him was real, and it seemed that he was just as confused at the fast pace your ‘relationship’ has been going, but you wanted nothing more than to be around him more, to take it day by day, no labels, but just a mutual understanding that you want to be around him, and he wants to be around you.

And you were more than okay with that.

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“Taehyung, I’m going to kill you!” You screeched at the tv screen, angrily smashing buttons on the controller as Taehyung chuckles to himself.

After quietly eating breakfast together and tidying up the kitchen, you and Taehyung had settled in front of his large flat screen tv, your back pressing against his front, as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, sitting comfortably in between his legs. First the two of you had been watching a random television series that you found while browsing the channels, the two of you had aimlessly been talking about video games, while you cuddled on the couch, and him fiddling with your fingers. You weren’t sure how it led up to the two of you turning on his PlayStation and turning on Mortal Kombat, but here you both were; still cuddling on the couch, you between his legs with your controller in your lap, while his arms still around you, holding you close with his own controller in his hands, resting above your chest.

“Can’t kill me if you’re dead!” Taehyung howls as he finishes you off with the screen coated in your blood as his character, Baraka, performs his fatality on you. Groaning in defeat, you throw your head back into his muscular chest, huffing out your distaste. You feel Taehyung’s chest rumble against your back as he chuckles, setting his controller aside and hugging you tighter against him, his lips ghosting over your temple.

“Sorry, jagi,” He whispers pressing his lips against your head, gently rocking the two of you side to side. He felt so warm against you—so right. Your brain fills your head again with the same perfect world idea, as you welcome it more and more by the hour. Taehyung was—is­—everything you’re looking for in a man, and you were certain that he had to feel something of the same sorts towards you. It was just uncommon to feel such things this fast…

But who said that love had a timeframe?

As you allowed Taehyung to hold you, you began to feel his lips pepper kisses all around you, sighing into the crook of your neck, and placing a gentle kiss against the nape of your neck. His arms wind themselves around your waist, gentle touches playing with your curves, continuing to venture up your body towards your heavy breasts. His breathing quickens, as does yours, and he undoes the first couple of buttons, enough to slide his hands inside and grip your firm tits, rolling the hardening nub between his long fingers. Melting into his touch, your own arms find their way to his neck, gripping the hair that rests against the scruff of his neck. Letting out soft moans of pleasure as he continues to run his tongue on your neck, he continues to squeeze and massage you, and all the while you feel his cock harden as you begin to grind your ass on him.

It seemed that Taehyung had enough of your teasing, growling at the feeling of your thickness grinding against his stiff member, he quickly spins you around to face him, capturing your lips harshly in the process. Biting down on your lower lip, Taehyung sucks it into his mouth, and diving back into you. Feeling him press you against his comfortably plushy couch, he has you pinned beneath him; the lewd sounds of lips smacking together, little moans when someone’s tongue tangles with the other, and the sheer stench of arousal pooling between your legs doesn’t go unnoticed by the both of you, causing the two of you to quicken your activities; Taehyung hastily pulling his pants down, and moving your drenched panties to the side before plunging into you, for what seems like the third time today.

“Can never—umph—can never get fucking tired of you.” Taehyung grits out, shoving his cock deep inside you without waiting for you to adjust, “Fuck, need to make this quick, dunno when Aera gets home.” He breathes shakily, one of his hands gripping your hip as the other snakes its way between the two of you, his thumb going to work on your sensitive clit—which has been abused and used for the past seventeen hours.

“Oh shit, Tae—” You yelp pushing up to meet his thrusts. His hair hangs over his face, swaying with each hard thrust of his thick cock in your tight pussy, watching as he disappears in and out of you, you can’t help but feel yourself gush with wetness, “Oh fuck—uh—shit, just like that.”

“C’mon, baby,” Taehyung coaxes you, “cum for me, cum on my cock like you did just a few hours ago.” His dirty talking causes you to clench tighter around him, earning a low growl from him.

“Yes, just like that, baby, so—so good for me.” Your mouth hangs open as he pounds into you harder and quicker, the vulgar sounds of skin slapping together, along with your moans and gasps of pleasure, you were sure Taehyung’s neighbors knew exactly what had been going on all night and part of today.

“Taehyung!” You scream, feeling the same clench in your stomach as you did the night before and a few hours ago, “Gonna—oh fuck me—gonna cum!” Taehyung’s thrusts only quickened, continuing his unforgiving thrusts—shoving his cock as deep as he can.

“That’s it,” Taehyung groans, “cum on my cock baby, cum for me… Gonna cum too—gonna make you all mine. Gonna cum in this pretty pussy.” Groaning together, both you and Taehyung reach your highs. You could feel the curve of his cock, twitching and emptying his load inside you; your own desire dripping down your ass from the overflow. Gasping for air, Taehyung pushes your sweaty hair out of your face, pushing strands behind your ear, before leaning down and kissing you pleasantly.

“Did so good for me.” His eyes twinkled as he stared down at you with a timid grin, pecking your lips a few more times, slipping his half hard member out of you.

“We should shower.” You giggle quietly, rolling off the couch and taking Taehyung towards the stairs to head up to his master bedroom. Stealing kisses along the way and giggling to yourselves as if you were teenagers in a movie; walking the halls of his home in complete bliss, still feeling your highs coming down, you both stumbled your way into his bedroom. Taehyung pinning you against his door, laughing into the heated kiss, reaching up to grip his hair and tugging it; his hands still roaming your magnificent figure that he’s very much acquainted with.

He blindly leads you into the bathroom, shutting the door with a kick of his foot.

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“Daddy?” The sound of the front door slamming and Tannie's excited barks filled the lower level of Taehyung's house.

Taehyung and you break apart from yet another heavy make out session on his large bed. You had thought that after you both had some… fun, in the shower, that Taehyung would have had his fix for the day.

Oh, how wrong you were.

Like the beautiful man had stated before, he really couldn’t get enough of you, was most definitely not a lie. Every minute that you two were together, from last night to today, he has not been able to keep his hands and his eyes, off of you. You were like a drug to him, the way you smelled, the way you sound, the way you taste; he couldn’t get enough of you, and he wasn’t sure if he’d ever get tired.

Quickly fumbling with his fresh t-shirt, smoothing out any crinkles you both have made in the midst of your heated session, as you do your best to shove down the baggy shirt and pulling up Taehyung’s shorts over your smooth legs, and taming your wild hair, Taehyung frantically moving around his room.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Taehyung curses, gesturing for you to help him fix his bed, you giggle at the frazzled man, “Okay—Aera doesn’t—fuck­—I can’t have her looking at you differently, she can’t know her own dad is having sex with her art teacher—oh fuck, does it smell like sex still? Don’t get me wrong I love the smell, I love your smell—God you always smell so fucking good, baby—tastes so good holy fu—” You hop onto the bed to reach the side that he was on, where he was standing with blown out, wide eyes at the fear at the thought of Aera finding out that you both were beginning an intimate relationship with one another. You press both of your hands to the side of his face, getting him to look at you.

“Hey,” You whispered gently, “Firstly, Aera is three, Taehyung, three,” You emphasize the number, “I highly doubt she knows what we’ve been up to, and second,” You feel him relax into the palm of your hands, “it does not smell like sex, but thank you for your cute little monologue about how you just love how I smell and taste… I’ll take pride in that.” You tease him and his face turns bright red at how silly he was sounding.

“Relax, please? We aren’t even doing anything promiscuous.”

Taehyung lets out a shaky breath, suddenly relaxing when he feels your thumbs graze his cheek in attempts to calm him down. He was grateful that you weren’t annoyed or irritated with his panicked state—you understood why he was. It must be hard to become intimate with someone again after all this time, especially when the person he was in a serious relationship was the mother of his child. Taehyung had done his absolute best at keeping the woman he had slept with in the past away from his daughter—just so he could avoid the confusion as to why her daddy was bringing home different woman. Taehyung wasn’t proud of that period in his life, but he learned how to cope with being a single father—surrounded himself with the right friends, submerged himself into his line of work, and of course, showering all the love he could onto his little girl.

And here he is now, living his best life with friends that love and care for him and Aera, a beautiful daughter that is happy and healthy, and now he has you; someone extremely important to him, who he knows will always be there for him—whether it be just as a friend, or a lover. Taehyung welcomes the idea of just being friends with you, but he does hope that it is the latter, after all, you two have gotten to know each other in better ways now.

“Where you?” Aera’s voice echoes the halls, it sounded as if it were ascending the stairs, the little patters of feet sounds coming straight for Taehyung’s room, and before you both could cover out of your positions, Aera comes bursting into the room with tons of snacks in her hands.

“Yook!!!” Aera smiles at the two of you, ignoring the fact that you were still on her dad’s bed with his arms around your waist, “Uncoo Koo buy shnack fow movies!” Taehyung laughs, pulling away from you to reach his daughter.

“That’s great, flower!” Taehyung giggles, ruffling her own head of wavy, dark coloured hair, “Can daddy get a kiss? Haven’t seen you since yesterday.”

Aera drops all her snacks and wrapped her little arms around her dad, turning her face towards his cheek to give a hard kiss, which causes Taehyung to wrap his own arms around the little girl, smooshing together more. The sight was honestly breathtaking. Just gazing at the father and daughter, you see how much love is between them—a deep bond, and as they should as a parent to child. You could feel a smile creeping onto your face at how amazing of a Father Taehyung is. Despite his young age and busy lifestyle as a CEO, Taehyung has done an amazing job at raising such a sweet girl.

“You stay to watch movie?” In the midst of your daydream, Taehyung and Aera had pulled away from one another and were now staring at you with the same eyes and the same boxy grin on their faces.

“Ah, Aera—” Taehyung chuckles awkwardly, “Y/n… was just helping daddy move some stuff around the house,”

“Do you yike, Y/n-ah, daddy? Yike Uncoo Koo yike Awnty Aru?” Taehyung’s eyes widens at his daughter’s question. Relaxing at the question—you thought that even though you both had seemed hesitant on becoming more than friends so quickly, you knew that there was something between you two, so you kept a grin on your face expecting that Taehyung would be excited telling his daughter about his thoughts on you—but the next thing that Taehyung said made your genuine smile fall as quickly as it came.

“No, no, Aera,” Taehyung chuckles uncomfortably, “Y/n-ah is just a friend, flower. I don’t like her like that.”

You felt your heart sink into your stomach, your throat tightening. You understood his hesitance of expressing that he was interested in you to his daughter, of course you get it… But that didn’t change the fact that it hurt you that he was keeping your relationship, or whatever this arrangement was, quiet from the most important person in his life. In fact, when the words had left his mouth, the reassurance from your talk earlier had gone out the window, leaving an ugly feeling stirring in your chest. How could someone say they feel something more for you, but brush it aside when someone confronts them about it?

When the words had left Taehyung’s mouth—the blatant lie he had just told his daughter—he saw the way your face fell again, and he immediately regretted the choice of words. It wasn’t that he was embarrassed of you—he surely wasn’t, but he panicked… He had never introduced anyone he’s dated to Aera—and given you two weren’t official or anything close—he wasn’t sure how to tell Aera that he likes you, that he wants to keep you in both of their lives.

“I wish I could—” You faked a smile at the little girl who began pouting, “but—I uh, have an art piece due for the museum at the end of the month… Gotta paint more!” You trailed off, grabbing your purse from the nightstand, “I should get going anyways.” You watched as Aera stared at the ground as Taehyung’s eyes held a flash of worry.

“Wait, you could—” He quickly stutters out—feeling you slipping from his grasp.

“It’s okay, Taehyung,” You reply promptly with a small smile, “We were finished anyways, I’ll just head out.” Aera bolts out of her dad’s arms to wrap them around your legs, causing you to tense up.

“No! You stay!” Aera cries into your legs, feeling tears fall on them, you bit your lip to keep you from giving into the little girl. You sighed, bending down, plastering another fake smile.

“Aera, I’d love to stay, but I need to make sure my paintings are finished. I promise I’ll hangout with you soon and we can watch all the movies and eat all the snacks you wish, okay?” Crouching down to tickle her tummy to get her to stop pouting and crying, her face broke out in a small smile. She whispers a small o-tay unable to contain her grin and hugged you again but wrapped them around your neck. Giving her a quick squeeze, you stood up to be faced with Taehyung again; his head hung low in shame.

“Y/n, I—”

“It’s okay.” You utter out, clenching your bag tighter, “I’ll-uh… I’ll see you around, Taehyung.” You walked around him before exiting his room and heading down the stairs. As you descended the stairs, you couldn’t help but feel heavy. Your emotions were everywhere and you were, once again, unsure of Taehyung’s feelings. He was telling you one thing, but then the next he was saying another. Your head was spinning and you needed to leave. You both had spent the entire night together, expressed your feelings—somewhat—played video games, acted like a real couple. How could all of that change within just a few minutes of Aera being home?

You felt stupid. You felt easy. You scolded yourself for thinking this way because you knew deep down that Taehyung really meant no harm, he truly didn’t. He also doesn’t owe you anything—you weren’t official anyways. So, why do you care so much that he didn’t just tell Aera that you and he were seeing each other, why did he lie?

Y/n, she’s three! She wouldn’t even know what that means. He’s never introduced Aera to someone like that, cut him some slack!

Maybe he doesn’t actually like you like that and was looking for something quick.

Shaking your head out of your thoughts, you bumped into another tall figure at the bottom of the stairs.

“Whoa!” Strong arms quickly catch you from falling down.

Peering up you meet Jungkook’s doe eyes that looked panicked, “Are you okay, Y/n-ie?”

“Y-yeah, I am.” You say, but it didn’t look like Jungkook believed you one bit, “Shit.” You cursed realizing that you actually didn’t have your car here, and you need to leave before you broke down again.

“Jungkook-ah… Do you mind driving me home…? I didn’t bring my car.” You whispered biting on your lip to prevent you from crying in front of him. Nodding frantically Jungkook utters a sure. Your grip tightens on your bag, as you headed to the foyer, where your shoes idled beside a pair of Taehyung’s sneakers. It was quiet. Jungkook didn’t have to ask to know what happened, unknowingly to you, he had heard the conversation between the three of you, and how long it took you to reply when Taehyung lied about your presence. Jungkook wasn’t dumb, neither are the rest of your friends, they knew exactly what was going to happen between you and Taehyung last night—they weren’t blind either. They had all noticed the puppy dog eyes Taehyung had been giving you at Yoon-ji’s birthday, along with how he was looking at you last night. And Jungkook noticed the way Taehyung would smile at his phone every time it lit up with a text message from you.

“Y/n!” You had just slipped on your shoes when you were met with a red faced, heavy breathing Taehyung, who had just ran down his stairs to meet you in the foyer, “Kook?” He looked at the two of you confused, before meeting your eyes.

“I—Let me take you home… Please.” Taehyung sounded desperate, his eyes not shining as you had seen early that day, “I’m sorry—I panicked, I’m still so new—”

“Jungkook’s going to take me home.” You interrupted, “it’s okay, I understand. Just—” You paused gazing down to the floor, “Please enjoy the night with Aera, you haven’t seen her all day… Spend some quality time with her.” After Jungkook briefly nodded at Taehyung’s acknowledgment, he waited for you outside the entrance, giving you and Taehyung some space. You were about to turn the knob when a hand tightly gripped your hand.

“Stay, Y/n.” Taehyung pleaded, “I know I’ve upset you again… I promised—fuck—I promised I wouldn’t hurt you again… But I did.” He croaked out, “I’m trying Y/n. Please. Stay with me—with us tonight.” The conflicting internal feelings were back again; your head telling you to leave, to give yourself some time—him time to really think his thoughts through, but your heart was telling you to stay, to spend another night with him and Aera. You wanted to—you so wanted to…

“Jagi…”Taehyung says quietly, still holding your hand, massaging his thumb over your knuckles, “Please…” You feel the tears escaping your eyes as you squeezed them shut, frustrated at the position you were in. But you needed to leave, you couldn’t be around Taehyung for another moment—too confused, too hurt… It was too much for right now.

“I can’t.” You choked out, “I know it’s hard, Tae… Really, I do… And you know that I like you, I really, really like you.” You paused, keeping your sobs at bay, “But you can’t tell me one thing—how you’ve never felt this way about anyone before, how there’s something between us, but then you tell the most important person in your life that I’m just a friend.” Your body trembling, trying to contain your sobs. You pull away from Taehyung—arguably the hardest thing you’ve had to do in a long time—and opened the door.

“Enjoy your time tonight.” Is all you say to the man who had shattered your heart, again, and leaving him to stand by himself, silently letting his tears run down his face as he watched you leave him for the second time.

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10.10.21 17:00 Taehyung☺: Y/n, jagi, I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean for it to sound like that.

10.10.21 17:03 Taehyung☺: can you at least text me and tell me you made it home…? I would’ve preferred you here… with me—with us.

10.10.21 18:07 Taehyung☺: I just asked Kook if you made it home okay… I’m glad you’re home safely… Aera and I watched ‘She’s the Man’. Reminded me of how independent you are… She really enjoyed it; said she wants you to watch it with us next time…

10.10.21 18:08 Taehyung☺: sounds nice right? A night in with the three of us watching movies together, snuggling in blankets. We can do that soon; I’d really like to..

10.10.21 18:55 Taehyung☺: I really am sorry, Y/n… I know that’s probably useless by now, considering you aren’t even reading my texts… I know I fucked up again… can we call? I know you’re busy, but I really want to hear you right now..

10.10. 21 18:56 Taehyung☺: let me know when you’re done painting, and we can call :\

10.10. 21 21:55 Taehyung☺: I guess you’re super busy, huh? but it’s okay! We can talk soon—or whenever you’re not busy… Aera and I would love to help you out with your projects. Just shoot me a text—consider it a way of making it up to you (:

10.10. 21 22:04 Taehyung☺: maybe you’re still painting, I have to be at work by 6 tmrw, but please—feel free to text me to let me know if we can call? Or just a text from you would be cool too! I’ll be up for another hour or two, or so (:. Take your time!

10.11.21 00:46 Taehyung☺: I’m heading to bed now, y/n… maybe we can call tmrw? How about during my lunch break? Or… just call me when you can? Whenever too, I can take your call whenever… Again, I’m sorry about tonight… I really do want to make it up to you.. just let me know what works for you.

10.11.21 00:49 Taehyung☺: goodnight, y/n… again, I’m sorry for today… or I guess you could say yesterday now, right? LOL. Sorry… okay, goodnight, pretty… sleep well<3.

10.11.21 5:02 Taehyung☺: I hope you slept well last night… the bed felt really cold last night… my pillows still smell like you—I’m not complaining tho, is that weird LOL.

10.11.21 5:02 Taehyung☺: I should get ready for work tho, have a great day today, pretty. I look forward to your texts today (:, I’d still like to call about last night… Just wanna—wanna talk about it, see where we stand, I guess..

10.12.21 12:39 Taehyung☺: Mi-ha told me that you have a busy day again today, I understand tho, I know you’re working hard! I’m sure the paintings are coming along nicely, she told me to not bug you so much. LOL—I just want to check in on my favorite girl! (don’t tell Aera I called you that lol.)

10.12.21 12:50 Taehyung☺: sorry, was it weird I called you that? I know I didn’t let you leave on the best terms… shouldn’t have let you walk out like that, again… can we please talk whenever you have time?

10.12.21 19:42 Taehyung☺: hey.. just checking in on you again… Jungkook said you were still painting, so it’s okay if you don’t respond… just making sure you’re okay…

10.12.21 19:42 Taehyung☺: have you eaten? I know it’s like, almost 8, but we could get a late dinner? Aera is with Hobi rn, and I can pick her up some nuggets if you wanna take a break (:?

10.12.21 19:45 Taehyung☺: totally your call tho! Just let me know! Don’t wanna bother the artist in her element LMAO!

10.12.21 20:34 Taehyung☺: I just picked up Aera, we’re in the drive through at McDonald’s, please—if you want anything let me know in like…. The next 5 mins, there’s a ton of cars… why tf are ppl out and about right now lmfao.

10.12.21 22:10 Taehyung☺: I guess you’re extremely busy huh? That’s okay (: I just hope you’re doing well—I just… kinda miss you I guess. We haven’t spoken properly for a bit… I think that may be the most we haven’t talked in like.. what? 2 months? LOL

10.12.21 22:11 Taehyung☺: wow I sound clingy lol. Sorry. Just not used to you being so… quiet, I guess… ): but it’s cool, I understand you have a ton of stuff to do—deadlines to meet and whatnot. Just give me a shout (: I’d love to go for even a coffee sometime!

10.12.21 23:11 Taehyung☺: 11:11 make a wish!!! I can’t tell you what I wished for, because it won’t come true…. Buttttt I’ll tell you if you tell me?

10.13.21 00:45 Taehyung☺: goodnight, y/n; sleep well, I hope you’re doing okay. I’m sorry…

10.15.21 10:34 Taehyung☺: heey… haven’t spoken to you in a few days.. uh, was hoping to hear from you by now…

10.15.21 10:35 Taehyung☺: did you like the flowers I sent? I know you don’t like roses because they’re so cliché, and they aren’t your favorite… but I know that you love purple… AND Orchids, so I hope you love them (:

10.15.21 10:36 Taehyung☺: we missed you last night at Joon and Mi-ha’s… Aera wanted to see you and she was so excited.

10.15.21 10:37 Taehyung☺: I was too.

10.15.21 10:38 Taehyung☺: but it’s okay… I know you’re busy… I just hope you had a great day ♥

10.16.21 23:07 Taehyung☺: I know you’re probably still upset… and I’m sorry, y/n… I really am trying to make it up to you… But I don’t want to overstep my boundaries… Just know I’m here… waiting patiently until you’re ready to talk…

10.16.21 23:10 Taehyung☺: for the next couple days, expect flowers at your studio… I have flowers already in the process of shipping out to you everyday for the next few more days… I hope they’re enough to make you smile…

10.16.21 23:44 Taehyung☺: unlike I have been doing… sleep well ):. I miss seeing you…

“Mi-ha what the heck.” You seethed grabbing your best friend. It had been days since you last spoken to Taehyung, and you knew that wasn’t the best move to make… You had been cooped up, again, in your home studio, and ignoring text messages from Taehyung. You were thankful that he wasn’t super pushy with trying to talk—allowing you your own space, but that didn’t stop him from telling you about his day, what he was feeling, and making sure that you were well and safe. You weren’t mad that he hadn’t tried harder, if anything, you didn’t want him to see you yet. Not when you had dark circles under your eyes that were heavily coated with concealer. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss his presence either; but you just weren’t ready to face him—more so, the rejection of his feelings. Not that he flat out rejected it, but you definitely weren’t confident in it.

“What?” Your best friend asks innocently, “Tae was busy, so I offered to take Aera for a few hours! AND” Mi-ha hissed, “Aera misses you. Taehyung misses you. God forbid you send the man a text to at least let him know you’re not dead. Why are you ignoring him?”

“Mi-ha!” You shushed as you watched Yoon-ji and Aera paint next to each other, “I’m not ignoring him, I’m busy! I have deadlines you know?” Flailing your arms around to express your urgency. Mi-ha scoffs picking up a dirty paintbrush.

“Yeah, well, it’s not that hard to shoot a text message to him, you know?” She accusingly points a paintbrush in your face, “Ugh—the two of you act like damn high schoolers.” She mumbles washing the paint brush. You stared at the back of your best friend’s head, steam coming out of you ears because you know that she’s right. You had been ignoring Taehyung. You really had. You felt stupid and humiliated that the two of you had confessed to feeling more than friends (kinda…) and then he hits you with the friend card in front of his daughter… Cut yourself some slack—obviously you were going to be hurt.

But you also had to cut him some slack too—this was completely new territory for him. He wasn’t going to make it perfect right off the bat; no one was perfect, but he sure was damn close.

However, the flowers that just kept appearing on your studio doorsteps, had made you itch for your phone, just to send one text to Taehyung—to send an apology for going MIA for the past week. It wasn’t a complete lie that you were busy because you really were! You had the gallery deadlines rapidly approaching and you needed at least one more piece finished, but you just haven’t been inspired the last week. The night you had last seen Taehyung, you hadn’t been able to set down your paintbrush, you had been up every night splashing paint on your bare canvases, filling them with so many emotions with every stroke of the brush; you had created five more masterpieces that night. Even though, that was more than enough, you at least wanted one piece to show off happiness. They lacked the variety that you often have, most paintings and photographs having an element of sadness or melancholy, or blues, something relating to the specific emotion.

“Awenty Y/n?”

Your eyes soften at the sight of Aera, her innocent eyes staring up at you with a curious gaze. Her hair was in two braids, little flower clips on the bottom to secure them, she wore little overalls that similarly matched the ones you were wearing today, except hers were over a black shirt, whereas yours was over a white shirt. Had anyone walked by the studio to see you two in the window, you’d look as if you were mother and daughter..

Now that you think of it; Aera really did uncannily look like you. From the dark hair to the same twinkle in your eyes when you see candy shops, to right down to the way you both have a passion for art. It really did warm your heart how much she actually likes you—from the stories Tae had told you about how Aera would act around her birth mother, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride.

“What’s up, pretty girl?” You ask crouching down to her height with a smile. Aera giggled at the nickname that you had given her—in your defense you hadn’t been around her lately, so you figured the sweet nickname would make up for it.

“You go home wit me two-night?” It was an innocent question, one you weren’t sure how to answer, but when Aera begins talking, there’s no stopping her little rambles.

“We miss you.” She continues, you not missing the was she says we rather than I, “Daddy say you are his spe-spesiwol fwend.”

Stunned at the little girl’s news, you stutter out, “Wha-Aera wha-?” But she was quick to interrupt.

“So, I ask him, what is a speciwol fwend, and daddy say it yike Uncoo Koo and Awenty Aru!” She says with a huge grin, jumping up and down, “Daddy say he want you to be yike Awenty Aru is to Uncoo Koo, and he want us to be yike that, yike Uncoo Koo, Awenty Aru, and Youngji!”

You continue to stare at the little girl with wide eyes, not being able to muster out a response to that.

How do you respond to something like that?

“Your—” You stared at the little girl, “Your dad said that?” Aera tilts her head to the side with a shy grin; her eyes then widened—the way a typical child widens their eyes when they know they probably shouldn’t have said what they said.

“Don’t tell daddy!” Aera gasps covering her mouth, “It’s a secret! You not sum-pose to know daddy yikes you yike that!” Her lips started to quiver, her eyes averting to the ground as her shoulders started to shake. You could tell that she felt horrible about telling you her dad’s secret, and it was the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

Panicking you wrapped your arms around her, squeezing her tight, “It’s okay Aera, don’t worry!” You rubbed her back soothingly, “I won’t tell him.” You whispered with a smile as you feel her calm down in your arms. Aera leans back to look at you with a boxy grin, her eyes slightly wet from her tears, and her cheeks slightly rosy.

“O-tay… Shh.” She giggles pressing her little index finger against her puffy lips. She thrusts her finger in your face with a little smirk, “Pwinkie pwomise?” The little girl mumbles expectantly, waiting for you to interlock your own pinkie with hers.

“Pinkie promise.” You whispered, your own pinkie finger finding its way to hers and interlocking it and blowing on your hands to solidify the promise.

“Your dad’s late, huh?” You ask her as the two of you separate and Aera pouts before pointing towards your phone on the counter in your studio. Sighing, you went straight for it, understanding what Aera was implying. You walked by a smirking Mi-ha, who was quietly sipping on her mug of coffee and Yoon-ji sleeping in her lap. Before you could open up a new text message box, the door of your studio slammed open, startling you.

Spinning around you were met with the handsome man that had been gifting you all the flowers and headaches. He watched you silently with wide eyes, almost as if he wasn’t expecting you to be in your studio. Your lips slightly part at the sight of him, unsure of what to think or say, you stared stunned at his sudden appearance. It hadn’t been too long since you’ve seen him, about a week or so but you lost track, if it were possible, he looked even more beautiful than the last. His once black curls were replaced with an almost gold colour, he styled it up but parted it to the side, his dark roots could be seen, but it added a sense of charm to it; the new do had accentuated his handsome face, framing it perfectly with his parted hairstyle, taking your breath away. He was dressed in a denim blazer, striped button down underneath, and he paired it with the same-coloured jeans, flaring just the slightest to compliment his figure. All around, he looked ethereal, stunning, so strikingly handsome that it hurt.

“I—” Taehyung stuttered out, still staring at you in awe, unsure of what to say.

“Daddy!” Aera exclaims running towards him, breaking both of you our of your intense stares as your eyes caught sight of his daughter throwing herself around his legs.

“Hey, flower!” Taehyung drops down to take her in a bone crushing hug that causes her to squeal in excitement, it was then you had noticed another assortment of flowers in Taehyung’s hand. Your heart fluttered that he, himself, was actually hand delivering them today. You had seen movement from behind the duo, to see Mi-ha sneaking out with a wink and shutting the door behind her softly to not disturb the father and daughter from their quiet mumbles.

Cursing Mi-ha silently in your head, your eyes averted back to the family that was already staring at you.

“Y/n…” Taehyung begins, Aera running behind you to play with Mochi who was happily snacking away at her dog treats, “I-I didn’t know you’d be in today…” He mumbles quietly before walk up to you, flowers held out for you to take.

“Mi-ha.. She said you wouldn’t be in today, s-so I came by to drop these off for you.” You hesitantly took them in your hands with a small smile.

“I-uh-thank you, Taehyung.” You coughed out, backing away to place the flowers in an empty vase. Taehyung took the time to look around at your studio, and to his surprise, the entirety of your shelves were filled with the flowers he had sent you over the past few weeks. His heart fluttered at the sight of them, a ghost of a smile creeping onto his face that you hadn’t totally gave up on him. Feeling a wave of confidence, Taehyung stepped to stand next to you as you were turning around with the vase in hand. Gasping at the close proximity of him, you gasped.

“Would-uh-would you like to spend the rest of the day with Aera and I?” He asks quietly, in hopes that his daughter doesn’t hear—but only because he doesn’t want to guilt you into spending time with them because Aera asks, “We could go for lunch and-and maybe come back to our house to watch those movies…” His confidence was depleting with every word as your face fell with each syllable he spoke. Feeling his hands starting to sweat, and the cold air of rejection lingering, his smile falls. Threading his hands in his hair—a nervous tick you picked up on—as he snorts to himself at your quietness.

“Never mind.” He shakes his head, “Aera, baby, let’s get going.” Taehyung backs away from you, reaching his hand out for his daughter. You feel your heavy heart as you watched him gently grasp her hand. Giving you one last look, and Aera being engrossed in the painting in her tiny hands, he gives you a tight-lipped smile, “Have a good day, Y/n.” The embarrassment evident in his voice at asking you to spend time with him and his daughter. The two walked slowly towards the door to exit, and with each step you felt your heart waver, and the thoughts of this imagery—of him leaving, them leaving—slipping out of your grasp. Your pride pushing its way to your head that you weren’t good enough, that Taehyung was embarrassed to be with you, lied to his daughter’s face about the day you had spent together.

But Aera said that he likes you, wants to be a family the way Jungkook, Haru, and Youngji are.

You watched as Taehyung pauses at the door, almost as if he was expecting you to run after him—them—but when a few minutes passed and Aera staring up with a confused expression, Taehyung figured that you had made your choice, and you could see the way his shoulders drooped at the realization, and he’s pushing the door open, and Aera trailing behind him as the door shuts; the studio filling with all sorts of stillness. You felt your heart clenching as you stared at the closed door, your head and heart arguing with each other.

You want him.

No, you don’t.

Go after him!

What if I get hurt?

Is he not worth it?

And the answer hit you like a ton of bricks, like the sun breaking through the clouds; He is worth it.

And with that you run towards the door, throwing it open, leaving a confused Mochi to herself as if she shrugs and goes back to sleep.

You frantically look around the streets and to your relief, you see Taehyung’s hunched over figure and Aera walking only a few feet away from you. Clearing your mind and focusing solely on what you wanted—who you wanted, your legs having a mind of their own, running towards the man that you haven’t been able to stop thinking about; the entirety of being away from him had been tremendously hard, there were so many times where you wanted to reach out to him, thank him for not giving up on you, for respecting your decision of being alone to gather your thoughts, to tell him that you do want him, you do want to become a family; because even though it had been months, you knew that Taehyung did feel something for you. You were just too stubborn to see it.

“Wait!” You yelled, surprised you had caught up to the two of them, your hand gripping his arm to stop his movements.

Taehyung pauses in his steps, Aera spinning around to see you with a tiny grin, “Y/n? What—”

“I’d love to.” You breathed out, locking eyes with him, his eyebrows furrowed, “I’d love to spend the rest of the day with you, with both of you.” You shyly say, not expecting him to agree because you had so much time to in your studio, weeks ago even. But seeing you right now, hand tightly wrapped around his wrist, Taehyung couldn’t help but smile, his heart beating quickly against his chest. However, it had been Aera to hug you first, her little body wrapping itself around your legs, and the sight made Taehyung’s heart melt. And then Taehyung follows, pulling you in by your waist as the three of you stood in the middle of the sidewalk in each other’s long overdue embrace.

“Missed you,” Taehyung whispers before pressing a gentle kiss on your head, “so much.” His grip tightened around your waist, afraid that if he let you go, you’d slip away. But this time, you weren’t afraid to go for what you wanted, your mind slowly faded from the what ifs and the maybes, and your heart took full control; you trusted Taehyung and being away from him had solidified that you were ready to go at his pace, because he really is special to you.

And everything was finally falling into place.

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