#bgn2hearts

You've been missing Taehyung since the start of the semester. It could be that his classes are always on the other side of the campus but he's always made time for you before. However this year, you haven't seen him around even when you tried to visit the other side during your spare time.

Of course, he never misses to call or text you even when you don't see each other despite busy schedules. It's when you feel a sense of longing for your best friend who's always by your side since you two met in kindergarten.

Taehyung and you used to be pretty tight and now you barely see him in person. The texts and calls remained the same and it doesn't help at all that he keeps flirting with you when he calls, something that he's done like forever.

Only that you noticed how much he's been actually throwing those words that made your heart flutter during high school. It's the time when you noticed Taehyung outside of the best friend label for the first time. You've kept that as a secret ever since. Even though you tell each other everything; you can't just risk your friendship with him.

You've had other friends, yes but most of them come and go, except for Taehyung. He's never left your side even when he has another group of friends and his popularity kept rising as the years went on. Your longing's valid but sometimes you question yourself if you've been missing Taehyung beyond the boundaries of a best friend.

Maybe you do, and maybe it’s time to do something about it.

you: hey you: tae tae: 🧍🏻‍♀️ tae: hi you: so tae: are they looking for me you: what who? tae: your parents? 😅

"Did you really think they're the only ones looking for you?" you cross your arms in front of your chest, squinting your eyes at him. Interrogating Taehyung by the door didn’t give you much ammo. He didn't give any excuses when you asked him to have a sleepover tonight. Each time you ask to meet, he uses his other friends for the said plans he already has. Now that he's in front of you, the sheepish smile on his face tells you how guilty he's been.

"I'm sorry, okay? But I'm here now" he closes the gap between you, leading you step back at the proximity. If he noticed any changes in your reaction, he doesn't give any indication that he did.

Taehyung's always been good looking but he looks extra hot tonight. His dark brown hair looks extra fluffy inside the hood of his gray sweater, the mustard coloured pants he’s wearing doing nothing to tone down your attraction towards him.

Wait, maybe it's because you haven't seen your best friend for so long right? Also because you haven't slept with anyone in a while too so maybe that's why. Just the hormones talking.

It should be why. Nothing else.

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Stargazing is one of your sleepover rituals since childhood. It allows you and Taehyung to share everything with one another to your heart’s content, without worrying about any judgment from people. You’d talk each other’s ears off until one of you gets sleepy or if your parents catch you, reprimanding you and Taehyung for safety.

Nowadays, it became your way of catching up which was the reason you’ve dreaded inviting him over. Taehyung can read you easily, the same way you can read him. However, tonight’s apparently his only free time of the month and he wanted to see you. 

You’re not the one chasing for once. Still, you’re upset and as much as you’re trying to act normal, you couldn’t brisk away your dampening mood just because he’s spiking your hormones.

Of course Taehyung was a bit suspicious of how you're acting around him. But he misses you a lot so he brushes it off and proceeds to gather the snacks that he found from your kitchen cabinet. You left him and headed to the rooftop, your favourite spot to hang by.

The stars can be seen clearly from here which is a bonus when you need time to be alone or meditate. You didn’t get to prepare yourself when Taehyung barges in through your bedroom's window, clutching a few honey twist snacks and butter chips in his hands. You chuckle seeing him struggle, taking them from his arms so he can close your windows.

What's great about your hanging spot is the trees around it, shielding you both from the neighbours and anyone passing by. They also enhance the nightsky view, the stars above almost distracting you on why you called Taehyung in the first place.

Your face scrunches and the heavy sigh you just let out prompted him to finally pay attention to you.

"Alright what's bothering you? And don't lie, you know I can tell"

Lots of things do and you're unsure if you want to tell him. He’s clearly confused at your behaviour and was trying to understand you but there’s only so much you can hide from him. You’re scared and undoubtedly embarrassed to even admit this to anyone. But Taehyung’s your best friend and he’s never judged you in any way. You also know that he won’t leave you alone unless you tell him the truth.

"Promise me you'll act normal," you bit your lip, looking anywhere but him. He nudges you with his knee and you glance up. 

Taehyung saw the hesitation in your eyes but he nodded with a tight lipped smile, his cheeks puffing. 

"I'm horny Tae," you whisper and Taehyung thought he misheard.

“What?” 

"Omygod forget it!" you exclaim, your cheeks warming up with humiliation. Taehyung looks dumbfounded with your bold admission and he hasn’t made a singular move yet. You stand up and go back inside your room but he grabs you back down, pulling a surprise yelp from you.

“Back up, this was why you were being weird with me?” he asks, as if to clarify. You didn’t get to answer at once because you’re sitting between his legs, squirming with the friction of his pants against your skin. That feeble gasp akin to a whine didn’t miss Taehyung’s ears. "You really are?" he goads and you only nod, looking at him with those pleading eyes.

“Words”

“I’ve been horny Tae and you’re not helping”

“Is that why you called me?”

“No, but it wouldn’t hurt to try”

How could Taehyung say no? A loving best friend that he is, of course he’ll help you. He’s more than happy that you asked him for help. He’d for sure explode if you ask another guy for the job that he can easily do, and even better. 

"Okay, come on.” Taehyung held your waist to help you stand up but you didn’t budge. “But I wanna see the stars” you whine quietly, your eyes focusing on the dark and glittered sky above. Taehyung was surprised at your bold suggestion. He was so sure you’d prefer to fuck inside but he wouldn’t deny that you’re idea of doing it out in the open is the better option.

He likes it more, this new side of you. Then he suddenly felt a little pang in his chest that he didn’t know about. This small information is proof that he doesn’t know you like that anymore.

“Wanna ride me here? It’ll be too rough for your knees though,” he shyly offers, grateful of the stars for distracting you or else you would’ve seen the swift dilemma passing by his face. 

"You can just be inside me," you reply, your fingers fidgeting the hem of your skirt. Taehyung’s right, the concrete tile could scrape your skin but you want him here, under the stars. You feel his hands hesitate for a second, but he lets you position yourself until you find a comfortable position. Taehyung would’ve loved for you to face him but he’s here to help you, not to fulfill his own needs. 

Your breath hitches once his hands went under your skirt to remove your undies. You’ve been embarrassingly wet for hours, even before you’ve called him, trying to relive yourself to no use. 

"Blue? Must be because you’re the hottest star hmm?," Taehyung chuckles behind you, the deep timbre of his voice tickling your insides. Warmth creeps up your face at his cheesy remark, silently patting yourself for wearing blue panties tonight. 

“Tae stop!!" you shriek out of further embarrassment, turning away from him because as cringy as his words were, they still made you feel hot. 

"What, you love it anyways," He nuzzles your neck, running his nose ridge across the expanse of your upper back. “Are you sure you don’t want me to prep you?,” he whispers, breath fanning against your squirm that made you squirm. Taehyung’s long fingertips have been playing circles along your inner thighs and you’re so tempted to just give in.

But those perfect fingers can wait. You want a raw experience for your first time with him.“No, I can handle it.” Taehyung had been with many girls before who can take him easily so why can’t you? You’ll prove him otherwise. Your best friend, on the other hand, finds it adorable how determined you are. Taehyung’s more than happy to indulge you tonight, immediately unzipping his pants just low enough to accommodate you. He’s been painfully hard since seeing you with that flimsy dress earlier that he tried sneaking in your bathroom right before you called him to the rooftop. 

Taehyung guides your hand and you immediately grab his cock, squeezing it quickly before rising on your knees to position your core against his tip. Taehyung draws in a sharp breath as soon as you align his dick along your core. You even run it along your slit a couple of times, your slick adding to the precum.

Right before you can sit down though, he grabs your jaw, turning you to face him. He wants to watch you while you take him in, imprint the memory of it to the back of his mind. 

"There, there, good girl," he grunts, clearly holding himself from a loud moan. His big thumb caresses your jaw before releasing it but not without leaving a peck on your lips. You’re too occupied to reply, only whimpers coming out of your mouth while you try to adjust to his size because he’s that big but Taehyung’s only watching you fondly.

When you reach the hilt, you let out a loud moan, with Taehyung following your suit. He’s scrambling to hold your body, gripping your hips tight because you keep clenching around him. 

You feel so full and have been dying to start rolling but Taehyung’s firm hands are holding down your hips. 

"I'll let you I promise, after what I'll say"

It took all Taehyung’s might to just release you and ride him but he has to say everything now. "What is it?," you moan out, impatience evident in your tone. You’ve been on edge already, too stimulated with your best friend’s presence and now that he just entered you? He’s stopping you.

Typical Taehyung. Hot but so big Taehyung. 

He just had to choose this time to tell you the truth. 

"I like you, no wait I think I love you. That's why I've been avoiding seeing you in person. I didn't know if I could hold back from it anymore." He surprisingly tells you everything without faltering and for a moment, you forgot that he was literally about to fuck you before this.

“Do you think you love me or do you love me?” you ask, wanting him to clarify before you answer.

“I love you”

The certainty in his voice made you smile.

“Then I love you too Tae, always has been," you’re choking up, your emotions rising from the depth of your heart from his confession, mixing with your profound horniness. Taehyung gives you his boxy smile and your heart soars. "Kiss meeee~" you playfully ask, testing if he’ll tease you back but your lips met his instead. 

It seems to please Taehyung because he removes his grip on your hips the same time his mouth releases you, allowing you to roll and start bouncing on him. “Go on, ride me.”

And you did, bracing your hands on his knees for support. Taehyung doesn’t let your body pull far away, leaning forward until his firm chest meets your back. He kisses your jaw once again, then his lips descend to your neck where he starts biting your sensitive skin. You grabbed a handful of his fluffy hair over your shoulder, chuckling while looking up at the stars above you both.

Taehyung’s deep groans increase in volume the more you swivel your hips, cursing against your skin while you’re looking for that perfect angle. His cock’s reaching you deep, long and girthy — way better than those dildos you’ve tried practicing before. “Tae, fuck, mhmm, so big,” you cry, hands reaching for anything you can grab. “Shh, shh-shit, not too loud, baby,” he grunts, sinking his teeth against your shoulder to muffle his moans. 

The last thing Taehyung wanted is for anyone to catch you both. Although he doesn’t mind, he’s not sure if you’re comfortable with it. Even if you insisted to fuck outdoors doesn’t guarantee that you’d be okay with people watching you. 

Riding his cock, shit. He only dreamed of this before. 

You, on top of him with those lovely sounds coming out of your mouth. Never in Taehyung’s life did he think his beautiful best friend would be riding the hell out of him out in the open sky.

A sharp gasp, followed by a needy whine urges him to return his hands on your waist. Only to guide you, not control your pace. He’s already losing his mind, his orgasm’s nearing the more you keep spasming around his cock. “Taehyung, I’m close~” you moan out, your head lolling back to his shoulder. “Fuck, okay, okay cum for me hmm?” He snakes his large hand below your front, his long fingers finding your swollen clit, rubbing it profusely until you start shaking.

“Ohh, Oh fuck, Tae…” You surprisingly came with a silent moan after, your body arching as soon as the band on your lower abdomen breaks. Taehyung’s deep groans escalate, you can see how hard he’s been gripping the tile underneath to make sure you two stay up tight. 

“Where? Fuck, where baby?” he asks in a frenzy, his grip tightening around your hips, for sure leaving bruises. “Inside, please,” you meekly reply, proceeding to relax and let Taehyung use your body as he pleases. He reaches his own climax soon after, bucking up his hips to make sure he pumped all his cum inside your pussy like you asked. 

“Shit, so good,” he mumbles against your neck, nuzzling you again. His fluffy hair tickles your sensitive skin, pulling out giggles from you as you both come down from your highs. No words have been exchanged for a while, save for heavy breathing, just relishing each other’s arms under the comfort of the stars. Taehyung’s been kissing you everywhere — your shoulders, neck up to your jaw until he reaches your lips again. 

“You should’ve asked me sooner” he says against your lips, circling your lower lip with his tongue. “How can I Tae? I can barely face you these days. Plus you were avoiding me,” You’re sulking now but Taehyung only finds your pouting adorable.

“Who would’ve thought? We’ve loved each other all along.” He hums and you nod. “But we’re too stupid to face our feelings, ugh! I can’t believe we didn’t explore each other back then. We could’ve lost our virginites to each other!” you grumble, the regular loud volume of your voice returning. 

“Doesn’t matter now baby, we can still do the exploring part. We have the whole night.” He soothes you and you are about to give a rebuttal when he speaks again. “You’ve surprised me a lot, you know.” He admits, the little pang from his chest earlier reminding him of the time lost between you two. “Whose fault is that really?” you turn to face him, challenging him for an argument. 

Taehyung only smiles, his other hand coming up to caress your cheeks. His dick’s still inside you but all the fiery lust you’ve had for each other earlier dissipates into a calm comfort that weaves along your veins attuning with the evening breeze.

“Mine only. And I’ll spend the rest of our lives making up to you”

Taehyung promises with that signature boxy smile. He leans in to kiss you again and although neither of you can tell what the future would hold, the most important thing is that you have each other’s back (and more) again.

ACCESSORIES!!! The fucking spirit stick!!!!

You can see it clearly now in your mind, where it last was... sitting on the bench still in the locker room.

Son of a bitch!

You know you're going to be in for it if you don't come back to the school with it. You look around, noting the chaperone is at the back of the bus still taking attendance and decide to make a run for it, sure you'll get back to the bus in time.

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As you stand in the empty parking lot with the spirit stick in hand, you're overcome with dread. Your phone and everything else is still on the bus, which has long since gone.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck," you scream out into the empty parking lot at you stomp you feet for emphasis.

"I'd be more than happy to help you with that," a familiar voice calls out from behind you.

You don't want to turn around. You know who it is. It's Taehyung, the only guy on the team that can make you want to both strangle him and fuck him at the same time.

This guy gets you into your feelings way more often than you'd like to admit.

Finally curiosity prompts you to turn around and figure out why he's still here as well.

"Miss the bus," you ask even though it's obvious he has. What you're hoping for is an explanation as to why.

But you don't get one. Instead he stops a few steps in front of you, eyeing you up and down. Seeing no harm in it, you take the opportunity to do the same to him.

He's already changed out of his football uniform and is back in his usual black pants and t-shirt. He looks every bit the part of the bad boy that everyone knows him to be. You had to admit to yourself watching him stand here tonight in front of you, that if you were ever going to go for a bad boy type he'd be the guy.

It makes you start to wonder if he missed, or got back off the bus on purpose. If maybe him being here had to do with you getting off the bus first. Before you can ask though he's already speaking.

"I see you like spirit sticks," he says, taking a step closer to you.

You don't respond, wondering what game he's up to now. You wonder again if he really did get off the bus because of you. He'd been eyeballing you at practice and games for a while now. His next comment confirms your suspicions.

"I have a spirit stick you can play with Y/N."

"What the fuck Tae," you almost scream, busting into a fit of giggles. "That has to be the cheesiest pickup line I've ever heard."

If you hadn't been watching him closely you'd have noticed the quick look of hurt that crossed his eyes and just as quickly vanished.

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He'd been watching you search through your bag on the bus wondering what had you looking so distraught. When you'd looked around and then dashed off the bus without telling anyone, he'd decided to follow you thinking it might be a chance to finally talk to you alone without all your friends around.

To be honest he'd been wanting to talk to you for a while now. He was convinced you had as much bad girl in you as he did bad boy in him and that you were just keeping up appearances for your reputations sake. He'd hopped off the bus hoping tonight he'd find out

But standing in front of you in the parking lot he had drawn a blank on what to say, so he latched on to the first thing he saw. The spirit stick. As soon as the cheesy line had come out of his mouth he knew he'd messed up.

"What the fuck Tae," your screamed at him before laughter had taking over you. It didn't help matters much more when you then called it the cheesiest pickup line you'd ever heard. His pride was hurt but he'd quickly shoved it back down, now determined to end the night with you in the bed under him.

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His reaction to your laugh makes you pause. Had you really just hurt his feelings?

Tae had always come off as a "larger than life", "no cares given" bad boy.

A part of you wanted to explore this more, but your current circumstance, being stranded at the game, was the more pressing issue.

"Do you have your phone on you," you ask him hopefully. "We should start calling around to try to find a way back home."

"No, it's on the bus," he replies.

"But," he continues on as if remembering something. "There's a hotel just a block away. I remember seeing it as we drove past it on the way here. Maybe they have a phone we can use."

"Ok," you agree with a shrug, not having any better ideas yet.

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He watches you as you angrily pace back and forth across the hotel room floor. He finds your anger both amusing and cute. He has to hold back a chuckle as he remembers your reaction to finding out that the two of you were going to be stuck here in this room with a single bed for the night, waiting for someone to come pick you up tomorrow.

A knock at the door sounds, bringing your pacing to a halt. The two of you had managed to come up with enough money for the room and a pizza to eat to hold you guys over.

You turn the TV on, find a good movie and wait for him to join you on the edge of the bed with the pizza.

Food always has a way of calming you down. You find yourself relaxing more as the night goes on.

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Tae watches as you go to reach for the last slice of pizza, your eyes still glued to the TV screen.

Thinking fast he reaches for the slice too, intentionally catching your hand in his instead.

He can't help but smile at your surprised reaction as you look up into his eyes. He decided now is the time to make his move.

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Instead of the slice of pizza you expect to feel in your hand, you're surprised to feel Tae's long soft fingers wrap around yours.

You quickly glance over at him thinking it's a mistake. You realize it isn't as you watch him slowly lift your fingers to his mouth and lick them clean of pizza sauce one by one.

The sensation of his warm tongue running across your fingers has you frozen to the spot, core clenching with desire.

You can't believe something like this feels so good. You know you should tell him to stop but the way he's looking you directly in the eyes has you spellbound. Plus it feels really good. Like really really good. So you let him continue, shoving your fingers in his mouth just a bit more. As he weaves his skilled tongue between each of your fingers you squeeze your thighs together noting the dampness forming between them.

You decide to go with the moment. A little fun can't hurt right?

You pick up his hand placing a sauce covered finger in your mouth and suck on it. Much to your delight he moans around your fingers before pulling them out of his mouth. At the same time he pulls his finger from your mouth placing the hand behind your head to pull you in for a kiss.

You'd expected a soft slow kiss, this one is anything but. His long fingers tangle in your hair, pulling it as he takes control guiding your every movement. The kiss is rough and demanding and you love every bit of it.

Somehow letting Tae take the lead feels natural. You don't even resist when he pushes you backward into the mattress. Instead you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him firmly on top of you so that his bulge is pressing against your core. Understanding what you're unable to say with words at the moment he presses into you, grinding against your clit.

You arch toward him as a moan escapes you, breaking the kiss.

He grabs both of your hands and pins them above your head.

"Tell me you want to be a bad girl for me tonight," he whispers into your ear before flicking the lobe with his tongue.

"Only if you also promise to be every bit the bad boy I know you are," you whisper back leaning up and biting his earlobe then soothing it with a few gentle licks.

"Oh Y/N..." he says staring deeply into your eyes, his sexy brown ones filled with a lustful gleam that matches your own. "Be careful what you ask for. I've been wanting to ruin you for a long time now."

Without warning Tae grabs your legs pulling them from around him and then flips you over, pulling you into your knees.

"Is that all you've got," you ask teasingly, hoping that you're riling him up more. After all you totally agree, if you're going to fuck the bad boy you might as well be a bad girl too.

Legs spread wide, your pussy and ass are only hidden from him by the thin fabric of your panties. Your skirt is too short to hide anything in this position making it evident exactly how wet you are for him.

Without saying a word he sinks two fingers deep inside you. The unexpected stretch feels so good it has you calling out his name.

"Fuck Tae!"

"I just knew you'd be this tight," he replies to your outburst.

His voice, deepened by desire, causes you to clench around him wanting to feel more.

"Tae please," you beg as you try to slide further back into his fingers. He teases you by withdrawing them a little.

"So now it's Tae please," he questions. "Maybe if you ask me again nicely I'll give you what you want."

"Please Tae," you respond without hesitation. "Please fuck me with your fingers."

You feel his fingers slide fully back into you and then withdraw again. He continues to fuck his fingers into you deep and hard, quickening the place. You can't help the moans and gasps that come from you. And your sounds seem to egg him on and he begins playing your neglected clit.

It brings you closer to cumming. The coil of tension that's been building up has you pushing back against his fingers once again.

"I need to cum Tae," you plead in a whiney voice you don't recognize.

"Then cum for me Y/N."

His words are your undoing and you let go. As the orgasm washes over you you hear him chuckling behind you.

"You liked…"

Tae's remark is interrupted by a loud knock at the door.

"Hey Tae, Y/N," Jimin's voice calls out from the other side. "I found a ride to come get you guys tonight. Let me in."

Both you and Tae groan in disappointment at being interrupted. Tae removes his fingers from your still sensitive core and licks them clean.

Casting one last look in your spent direction he winks at you and says, "To be continued another day."

Every time you’re thinking of confronting him, he shows you how much he “loves” you — the Taehyung that you fell in love with before. Even though he mostly shows it when other people are around, you still yield to the familiarity you so desperately want to have in the confines of your shared home.

It came to a point where he’s essentially estranged from you, someone you barely know even after marrying him over a year ago.

The only time you’ll get a reaction to him is when you both get pitted against one another, igniting both your competitive spirits. 

The town hosts an annual charity event to help the marginalized and the sponsors will have a panel to decide which of the vendors will take the lead as an overall theme. Marriage couples are not an exception as it is an individual criteria, meaning you will also be competing with Taehyung.

Him with his coffee shop and you with your flower boutique.

“Do you need flowers at the shop?”

You ask, and Taehyung notices the slight edge in your tone. “No, you should save them for the display.”

“So you’d rather import flowers from out of town than ask your wife? Last time I checked this wasn’t part of the competition, Taehyung.”

Shit, you’ve called him with his full name. You even call him “Tae” even when you’re annoyed at him. He fucked up more this time.

“That’s not what I’m saying.”

“Then what? You didn’t have to spare my feelings.”

“I just want you to focus on the showcase, to not waste your flowers on our shop.” He emphasizes, reminding you that even if he’s solely managing it, you both actually both own the shop on paper — a joint wedding gift from both your parents.

You’ve insisted many times that you can both run your flower shop and help him run the coffee shop, but your husband refuses. You should be glad, thankful even that he’s not letting you overwork yourself but it still stings.

It’s proof that he doesn’t want you involved in any aspect of his life aside from being his wife.

“I manage my shop fine, not that you’d care to know.” You mutter quietly but Taehyung still hears it. 

“I do. You just don’t see it.”

“Because you don’t show it.”

You and him shared a look, one longing while the other is guarded but with the same understanding of your roles in this relationship.

“We should prepare for the display. Just call me if you need help.”

Your husband exits the living room first, heading straight to the bedroom you share. You stayed there, staring at the stands of flower arrangements by the corner. 

Taehyung successfully evaded addressing the issues between you two. He rather leaves you alone than spend the time to fix whatever is straining your relationship. 

When did you both reach this level of animosity with one another?

You and Taehyung weren’t always like this. There used to be a time when you both were content with the kind of relationship you have. You weren’t official yet, meeting up in secret to avoid rumours and questions from your families. 

That is until your parents caught you.

Maybe he resents you because of it. 

The big day finally arrives and yet, you and Taehyung barely saw each other in the last week or so. You’re both busy preparing your businesses for the charity event, the stress is getting into you so it’s probably best that you barely saw your husband. 

You wouldn’t want to explode on him no matter how much you want to confront him. You wouldn’t have the heart either since Taehyung had helped you with the setup, drove back and forth to deliver all the flowers to make sure everything was ready. 

“Good luck, later today.” He sends you a genuine smile, ducking to kiss you on the cheek. You’re used to his affections outside but have always wondered if they’re merely an act so other people would see how perfect of a husband he is to you. 

“You too, Tae.” You gave him a curt smile, waving your hand goodbye.

Taehyung heads to his own tent, where some of his friends have also finished setting up and are now sipping the drinks he’s made for them. They spotted you and waved enthusiastically, then probably teased your husband after because now they’ve resorted to physical banters. 

He must’ve started preparing his side before you’ve woken up.

You’re touched but that nagging thought enters your mind again.

You debated asking your friends for help but you did invite them to come. You rather have them enjoy and contribute to the charity than share the stress with you. Your mother volunteered to help but you refused her too. That’ll only invite drama in your stall and that’s the last thing you want.

Chilly mornings are usual during the springtime season. Today however, the winds are stronger and the sky’s not fully clear. You were expecting the sun to provide the best lighting to your bright and beautiful flowers. From the start, you knew you weren’t going to win against your husband.

Coffee drinks against a bunch of flowers.

But you enjoy the attention and the thrill of competing against him. Through this, you’d also get to bond with him and no matter how mean you’ve been, he still performs his “husbandly duties” as your friends quoted it.

Before the mayor can even announce to start the ceremony, the piercing wail from the outdoor horn speakers started, a sign for an incoming tornado.

You’ve gotta be kidding me. 

An additional announcement from the PA system followed, updating the type of tornado landing that will hit the fields first. A rope tornado, the smallest but it will be followed by a thunderstorm so now the first level of warning has been issued. 

And also the cancellation of the event. The event you and your husband had been looking forward to. 

“Let’s go. There’s no time.”

“Either help me or leave me be.” You insist, grabbing as many flowers as you can. Taehyung had no choice but to help, leaving you and him gathering the flowers while the others fled the town square. 

You looked back to your stall, at the tent breaking down along with flowers being destroyed one by one. It will take a while for you to recover and regain your flower boutique’s revenue. 

Taehyung watches the pure devastation on your face from the rearview mirror. He knows how much hard work you’ve put into it. Hell he did too, putting extra hard work to make sure he’d have ample time to assist you. He saw the excitement in your eyes when the council announced it at the town meeting last month. 

Everyone involved also worked hard and it’ll take time for everyone to recover from the damages.

“We won’t make it home before the storm arrives.” 

“The coffee shop is nearby, we can stay there until then.” 

You nod, agreeing to your husband’s plan. You’re in no mood to argue with him when all you can think are the flowers you’ve worked so hard arranging. Taehyung is thankfully silent during the short ride and you both managed to enter the doors to the coffee shop before the storm started. 

“Are you cold? I can make some warm drinks.” 

“Coffee.”

“You won’t be able to sleep. How about hot chocolate? I can make you my favourite.”

“That still has sugar so I’ll stay up either way.”

Taehyung sighs, walking behind the counter to make both your drinks. You’ve distracted yourself by examining the coffee shop’s interiors. He did some renovations since the last time you visited. You were barely here but not because Taehyung has hinted that he doesn’t want you around.

You feel like your husband just wanted to keep things separate from work and at home.

“Do you think there will be a power outage?” You ask worriedly, staring at the harsh rain hitting the window. 

“Maybe. If it was only the tornado, most likely but both?” he replies, walking slowly towards where you’re sitting and places vintage ceramic cups in front of you.

“So we’re stranded. For the whole night.”

He nods, sitting beside you. “Drink it before it gets cold.”

“Thank you, Tae.”

Aside from the heavy rain, only the gust of strong winds shattering the doors and the windows is filling the silence in the coffee shop. You remain facing the window while Taehyung throws you a glance from time to time. The awkwardness from home is returning again, where you can’t even look at each other’s eyes—

“I’ll retrieve some emergency supplies from the backroom.” He announces, taking his cup and saucer. You’re quick to stop him by taking his teaspoon, halting him from trying to escape from you.

“You forgot mine.” You calmly say, gulping the rest of your coffee down before handing him your entire cup set. 

“My bad.” 

His reply was weak but he doesn’t wait for you. After he placed them on the sink, he rushed to the backrooms and you followed. Electricity is still intact but some lights are beginning to blink, your worry increasing that the power will be out any minute.

Taehyung reaches for the doorknob of the supply room, opening it without looking back at you until you grab the door edges to stop him from closing it. Then he has the audacity to give you a questioning look. 

“In this hallway? No thanks.” You glare at him and his deep chuckles occupy the space. “Nothing to be scared of honey.”

“Don’t call me that, move.” 

Taehyung resigns, proceeding to open a box full of antique looking lanterns. You were so fascinated by his collection that you missed the hurt in his eyes at your remark. 

But he doesn’t have the heart to confront you about it, like any other time.

This coffee shop is basically your husband’s lair when he’s not at your house. He mostly stays here from opening to closing unless you call him home for something. He insists on fully managing it, down to the decorations and aesthetic.

Not a surprise for you since your husband has a penchant for vintage stuff. 

“They’re decorative but useful.” He explains before you can ask. As much as he loves retro collecting, these are truly meant for decorations and are only meant to be used for special occasions or back up like your current situation. 

Giving him a dubious look, you go to the shelves to look for candles that would possibly fit in the lanterns. Taehyung takes the lanterns out one by one on the floor, lining them up neatly beside your feet. 

You found varying candle sizes and took one lantern to test it out, relief coursing through you when it fitted properly. “Didn't think these actually work." 

Taehyung merely hums as he tries to match the sizes of lanterns with the candles you found. You join him after placing the lit lantern on the table, placing the candles inside the lanterns he’d matched. "Aren't you worried? You must've paid a lot for them." 

“No. If my supplier runs out, I’ll just commission it, no biggie.”

He shrugs, keeping a little distance from you. Your husband barely spares you a glance, not unless he’s talking to you. That’s why you can’t even get mad at him, really. He’s not blatantly ignoring, he’s just keeping an invisible barrier for some reason. 

You blindly reach for the matchstick box beside the lit lantern to light them up when your fingers touch his. Taehyung jolted from the contact and so did you, in time with the thunder rumbling outside. Neither of you move, with you slowly turning your head to look at where your hand is. You should pull away or Taehyung should but he hasn’t, and you’re not sure if you’d pull away.

Your husband’s fingers are long and slender, frankly prettier than yours. But what caught your eye is the silver band wrapped around his ring finger, right next to your ringed hand too. This is probably the first time you’ve seen the rings in your respective hands this close, reminding you of the current state of your marriage.

No more. You’re tired of pretending everything’s fine. 

Wrapping your fingers over his, you expected for him to pull his hand away but your husband flips his hand and squeezes yours back in his palm, soothing the ache in your heart. There’s still a chance to fix your marriage, whatever’s happening to you both.

You face him with full confidence, grabbing his face to kiss him just as he puts down the candles he was holding at a nearby table. Taehyung responds with vigour, cupping your jaw with his other hand to pull you closer to him. It’s been a while since the last time you’ve been intimate with your husband, which explains this hunger for each other, amplified by the proximity of this room. 

Taehyung never denies you when you need him, always complying when you ask for it. However, your mind has always reminded you that it’s simply part of his duties as your husband. 

You try to ignore the nagging thought, focusing on the present, now that Taehyung’s finally paying attention to you. He holds your body down by wrapping his hand around her neck, your kisses only getting more heated as he becomes handsier. Both hands are everywhere, busy on your breasts and ass through your dress, making sure your body remembers how his touch feels. The raging storm outside continues, and just as Taehyung’s hands reach between your legs, the power outage shuts. The both of you release each other, chest heaving at the intense making out. The storage room remained slightly bright, thanks to the lanterns you’ve lit earlier and you can clearly see the turmoil in Taehyung’s eyes. 

Before you can confront him, he hurriedly takes his dark brown jacket off and drapes it all over you to keep you warm, then grabs one lantern before leaving the storage room without another word. 

You’re left dumbfounded. 

The slight hope in your heart crushes. 

Still a little dazed, you follow him silently outside to find him checking the windows and doors. Taehyung’s only wearing his white t-shirt, showing you his big arms and broad shoulders that should’ve reignited the heat inside you.

But your heart’s hurting too much. 

“If we weren’t caught that night, would you even have married me?” 

Your voice cracks and Taehyung freezes. He heard your steps following him but he never acknowledges it, finishing up with tightening the bolts and locks instead. 

“Of course I would. I’ve always wanted to marry.” He answers, avoiding to look at you even as you close the distance between you. 

“But not with me.”

“That's not true. I wouldn’t have gone through the wedding.” His voice has gone up in volume, not yelling but it still triggered your outburst. 

“Because you had no choice! You’re far too kind to humiliate me.” 

“Is that all you think since I married you?” He whirls to you, equally hurt at your accusation.

“You can’t blame me! All you did was avoid me the second we’re alone without any explanation. Just admit you hated that I became your wife.” 

“I don’t hate you.”

“Then why?!”

“I thought you hated me for trapping you.”

Your face turned perplexed at his quiet admission. Taehyung sighs, grabbing a chair to face you. 

“It was me who wanted to see you that night, remember?” 

You nod, leaning back against the edge of the coffee table. You feel a slight embarrassment as you recall that night, probably the last moment everything was normal between you and Taehyung. After catching you both in a compromising situation, his parents thought you’re already pregnant and have convinced your parents to wed you both to avoid humiliation to your families.

Taehyung and you have denied it vehemently and tried explaining but it’s no use. They argued that if it was very easy for them to catch you both, there’s a big chance that other people in town may have seen you both sneaking around.

Rumours are the last thing your families need.

“I agreed too, you can’t just put that on yourself alone.”

“The guilt is still there.” He insists, pulling his chair closer to you. Your legs are touching his, the fabric of denim pants brushing against your bare legs.  

“It’s just stupid for you to avoid me when we could’ve talked this out.”

Now you’re the one who couldn’t look him in the eyes. The heated exchange at the storage room earlier flashes in your mind and your heart palpitates. 

“Yeah it is.” He’s already grinning and your annoyance evaporated. 

Fuck him for being able to read you too well. 

You nudge his knee with your leg and Taehyung got the hint, placing his large hands on your bare thighs. He palms both, as if he’s soothing your anger and resentment away. You adjust to fully sit on the table and he helps you. This time, his hands move down to your lower legs, clutching them firmly as he places his cheek on your lap.

“I’m sorry, for hurting you this whole time.” He mutters, looking up at you. “Me too, Tae.”  

Those treacherous big eyes are melting you already, but there’s still that small insecurity inside you, gnawing for hopefully the last time.

“Are you gonna deny me again?” Your voice is hesitant, but you open your legs for him and your husband’s gorgeous face brightens. 

“When did I ever? We have the rest of the night, my wife.”

e/n: the only problem i have is keeping it minimum and only focusing on the important/highlighted parts for the order detail 🗣

He’s unfortunately in your friend group since freshman year mainly because his best friends befriended your friends. The group formed naturally when everyone found out they share classes with one another. 

So you haven’t escaped Jungkook’s clutches ever since.

Including his flirting attempts.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve never run away from you.” You reply, that familiar heat of embarrassment returning in your face with his shameless flirting. It’s not every day that he does but you’ve barred him anyway.

“Are we sure about that?” Jungkook’s best friend, Mingyu pipes in. 

“Only when I need to focus, which we all need by the way.” You argue, eyeing Yves beside you who’s busy typing on her laptop. The support you’re trying to get evaporates when Minnie, who’s sitting beside her scoffs, “If you want some support from me, you’re not gonna get it. We have to plan the trip!” she exclaims, turning her laptop screen to you.

“Yeah, we’ve covered everything already. If you’re still not confident about the exams, we can review during the trip to refresh before going home, I promise.” Bambam, the last male in your friend group speaks out.

“It’s 1 against 5, how is it gonna be?” Jungkook wears a grin, leaning over to you and you fight the urge to roll your eyes at him. You can’t give him or any of your friends that satisfaction. They chose his side already a long time ago, always encouraging him with his shameless flirting, endorsing him to you the minute you complain.

This awkward tension between you and Jungkook has only gotten worse over the years and the rest know it, they just never bothered to break it. Granted he’s never made you uncomfortable but it would be nice if you could feel their support sometimes, especially the girls. 

“Fine. Let’s start packing.”

.

Turns out this glamping site Minnie found is near the city where Jungkook grew up. The southern part of the country is warmer, leading everyone to wear their spring-almost-summer outfits. Winter is ending and travelling there gave you the early chance to wear your new dress, which felt way better than the layered clothing you’ve donned for the past few months.

Immediately upon arrival, Bambam suggested having the study session to cross it out the list so everyone can enjoy and relax on this trip. A change of scenery should help all of you focus and it was working for a while, you haven’t had this purposeful discussions of the topics with your friends since the semester started. 

But boredom has visited you earlier than you expected. 

It’s true that you’ve all managed to go through the topics for the midterm before coming here so this review session should be easy peasy. Instead, you’re sleepy and you’re none the wiser to escape your very focused friends. Clearly, you studied more than them and there’s nothing you want right now but to explore the area rather than continue this. 

Jungkook eyes you from where he’s sitting, the book he’s been trying to read looks like a decoration at this point because nothing’s going inside his brain. He feels a sense of relief when he finds you notably bored, the most studious in the group is sleepy during a heated study session for once.

“Alright, time for a break!” Mingyu announces, his loud voice stirring you up from zoning out. 

“Wanna come with me to get extra supplies? Nearby town’s not so far” Jungkook offers out of nowhere, slamming the book loudly. 

“You’re kidding.” You deadpan. There’s no way he’s outright launching his plan for that solo time with you. The rest of your friends have already been suspicious even if you’ve explained that there’s nothing between you and Jungkook.

“Nope, Mingyu gave me a list.”

“Yeah, turns out, they barely gave us any supplies here.” Yves added and you squint your eyes at her. She’s not making eye contact with you and after looking around, the rest are either taking a nap or have already left to set up outside.

“We could’ve bought them before coming here.” You huff, getting up from your seat. 

“We’ll go ahead!” Jungkook shouts to tell Mingyu and Bambam who’s busy putting up the tents and tables. The two merely gave you both the teasing looks and you glare at them in return,

“Take both your longest time~” Minnie sings songs as she hugs the small pillow, winking at you. 

Your plan to say no dissipates, but not because you didn’t want to be alone with Jungkook. Again, you don’t hate him nor has he made you uncomfortable. His attractiveness makes you nervous, and it’s gonna for sure get worse. 

But you can’t avoid him forever. Plus, you have to prove to your friends that they’re wrong.

That you can handle being alone with him.

You were barely out of the door when Yves shouted “finally” but you ignored it, pretending to not hear anything. Jungkook does the same, innerly cheering that you agreed to come with him. He runs to the car and opens the door for you, making you almost giggle.

“Okay, gentleman,” You tease, entering his car. 

“I’ve always been?” He tilts his head in confusion, rushing to take the driver’s seat. 

The nearest town is not far and it’s apparently tight next to the city where Jungkook grew up. He hints at showing you around but you shake your head.

“We need to get back soon. They need the supplies.” 

“Nah, they kinda lied about getting something.” He sheepishly answers you and your worry turns into frustrations. “What? You can’t be serious.”

How dare they betray you like this? You’re having second thoughts but there’s no way back to the site unless Jungkook drives you back.

“Why? Can’t wait to get rid of me?” He asks, his tone playful and if it were any other stranger, they’d never catch on.

But since you’ve been friends and you’ve admittedly looked at him more than time you’d ever admit, the slight waver from his voice didn’t escape you.

“No! I'm not saying that. It’s just-”  

“Just?” 

You were slightly worried that he’s upset at the insinuation but the fact that he’s still teasing you to cover it up, you might as well let him tour you around.

“We can look around okay? I don’t mind.” You gave in, walking towards a pastry shop in front of you. 

Jungkook follows and walks beside you, grinning and all. He can’t believe he managed to convince you to this spontaneous date, yeah he’ll call it that. All your friends thought the same anyways and he couldn’t thank them more for immediately catching on.

After that little snack, you both drive to the next city where Jungkook grew up. Little by little, you’re dropping your barriers around him, genuinely enjoying this hangout. 

You’ve judged him too much but it’s self-preservation and he knows that.

Still, you appreciate him for trying.

“Tired yet?”

“No, why? You ran out of places to show me?”

“I’m being considerate. You know I could go all day and night.”

Well, no shit. He’s got crazy stamina for being a gym rat. Your cheeks warm, your mind twisting his words into something more…

No way you’re gonna acknowledge it.

“The best spot I guess. Wait, aren’t we along the coast?” 

“Yeah, it’s the tourist area.”

“That will be our last destination then.”

Banters may never go away but at least, you’re not awkward with him anymore. If not, your bond is growing, largely because you’re letting yourself be around him. 

The seaside is extremely pretty in the late afternoon, the sun setting down giving that peachy palette slowly disappearing through the purple-grayish sky. 

“Alright, we actually have to go back.” You urge Jungkook, who’s busy taking pictures of the sea. You can tell he still wants to prolong this solo moment with you but your friends might worry.

Besides, you can never miss a feast when Mingyu’s cooking.

Inside the car, neither of you talked. Jungkook may have reluctantly acquiesced, but that doesn’t mean this date is over. The ride back would be challenging because now you’ve gotten to know him a little deeper, there’s no stopping your attraction from growing. 

You’ve been nervous since he entered the car, the closer proximity’s forcing you to pay attention to him so he doesn’t suspect a thing. He probably does and has feigned ignorance but you still have to try.

It’s hot, too hot. He’s too hot.

Forcing yourself to calm down allowed you to admire Jungkook’s car. The car’s fancy interior distracted you for a bit, but there’s no escaping his heated stares. You can feel it, see it from your peripheral view even after he started the engine.

“Can you focus on the road?” You cut in, unable to hold back. You really feel like exploding soon. From what, you don’t want to know.

“I am, I’m just admiring the view.” He hums after and does nothing to calm your nerves. “Sure, I swear if it gets dark before we arrive. We’re back to zero.” Your threat sounded weak and Jungkook just chuckles.

Oh he can tell. Your legs have been squirming nonstop.

And frankly, he was getting distracted.

Without a second thought, he reaches over to the passenger’s side and grabs your thigh, causing you to stiffen. He’s expecting a scream or yell but you’re quiet. You didn’t nudge his hand either, not even when he gives your thigh a little squeeze. 

“So skittish around me.” He musters, smiling at himself because you’re behaving.

You turn to him and your core gushes. Properly taking a good look at Jungkook would make anyone wet. He’s wearing all black and that newly short hair cut only made him hotter. His lip piercing shines the moment the warm glow of sunlight hits his handsome face and you couldn’t look away.

Not until he gives your thigh another squeeze, harder this time. 

You look down at his tattooed hand, casually lying like it belonged there. You should pry it off, curse at him for surprising you like that. But damn, palm is warm and the slight callousness of his fingers holds you down.

Jungkook’s driving with one hand so you should've been concerned. Doesn’t matter that he’s a very skilled driver, you should be screaming at him to focus on the road. But he’ll just argue that there’s no traffic anyway, and you’re distracting him.

Ironic because he’s pestered you since your friend group merged.

If not, he’s even more distracting. 

His muscled body, muscled arm, especially the major veins along the back of his hand. His fingers began tracing your skin, circles at first then rubbing his tips along, urging you to answer.

Jungkook swerves the car to the side road when you don't, causing you to yelp in shock.

“Why are we stopping?”

“I have to tell you something.”

“Did you have to do it like this?”

“You haven’t talked in the last 5 minutes.” 

“This can’t be done while the engine’s on?”

“Not gonna risk my car babe.”

The pet name flustered you. It’s nothing new. He sometimes calls you that but only when you’re alone. He’s aware of how much teasing you'll get if ever any of your friends find out.  

Staring at him, for once he’s not the guy who kept flirting with you shamelessly. 

He almost looked shy.

“You’re not about to confess, are you?”

Jungkook squeezes your thigh in reflex, making your leg jump. 

“What if I did?”

“Not fair Kook, I asked first.”

You’re now pouting and Jungkook finds it adorable, his big hands coming up to squeeze your cheeks this time. Instead of a protest, you pull his wrist and put it back on your thigh. 

“Yeah I do.” He smirks, genuinely surprised that you’d want his hand there again.

“If you’re teasing me, take that back right now.”

“Why? I didn’t take you out today for a prank.”

“With your creativity? I wouldn’t be surprised.” You huff, looking straight on the road. There’s no way he’s actually into you. 

Either Mingyu or Bambam bet him on it. You swear.

“You didn’t think it was a date?” 

You shake your head a no, your brain’s still processing his subtle confession. Jungkook’s now staring back at you, observing your reaction.

“You really don’t believe me?” 

His handsome face morphed into something darker, the mischief replacing the slight hurt in his eyes, like he’s scheming something. But you didn’t pull your thigh back from him. You’re more excited than nervous. Jungkook’s not exactly discreet on campus, naturally the thrill is there. 

“I'll show you how much I like you."

He doesn’t say more. Only that he begins squeezing your thigh again, the intensity with each squeeze increasing. The more Jungkook plays with your thighs, the more your senses have heightened. He’s been very patient with you, but your thigh’s receiving all the attention he should’ve been giving somewhere else.

You’ve had enough. 

Jungkook’s patience seemed to pay off. You’re opening yourself to him, more pliant to his touches and he was just starting. He feels your fingers wrap around his wrist, hesitant at first, but slowly, you’re pulling his hand until he feels his pinky touch the crease of your leg. 

“Kook..” 

Your breathy call of his name made him grip the wheel harder. But he needs to take it slow. He couldn’t even look at you, or else he wouldn’t be able to stop himself.

“Isn’t this what you want?” He asks, giving you one last chance to back away.

You reply by pulling his hand to your core. Not touching, but it’s clear what you want. Pushing his fingers to your panty-clad core, your legs absentmindedly closed on Jungkook’s hand, keeping him stuck here.

The audible gasp wasn’t enough for him.

“Words.”

“Yes. I want this. Want your fingers in me.”

Jungkook couldn’t believe what he’s hearing. How needy you are, how you’re literally begging for his fingers. So he gives it to you, his thumb circling your swollen bud nice and slow.

You’re rubbing your legs more, attempting to push his hand deeper but he only scoffs. He suddenly restarts the engine instead, leaving you in shock, a whine leaving your lips after when he finally inserts a finger.

“What the fuck, you’re so wet.” 

The awe in his voice made you gush more, and you’re taken aback at how needy you sounded. Once you’re back at the main road, he adds another finger and starts pumping his fingers in your sopping hole. All safety concerns of him driving with one flew out of the window, your mind can only focus on how hot he is. 

“More, please Kookie.”

“More? But we gotta get back, baby.” Another clench, he grins.

You don’t know if you can take more of his teasing. Any sharp retort halted in your tongue the moment he found that spongy spot, drawing a sharp intake from you. He hits again, then again as he speeds up his fingers. 

You’re moaning freely in his car but Jungkook’s fully focused on the road. He has one goal: to make you cum before you arrive back at the glamping site. The intersection to exit the main roads on the view when his phone rings. 

Both his hands are occupied so you lean over to swipe the screen, hearing Jungkook’s chuckle watching you struggle. You almost declined it but managed to put it on speaker at least.

“Omg bet they were fucking!” You hear Minnie’s voice followed by a series of shushing. Jungkook merely laughs, looking at you in mischief and you glare back at him, trying to keep your sounds in. 

“Are you guys on your way back? We’re setting up dinner.” Mingyu asks, followed by some yelling in the background.

“Yeah we’re coming,” He knows you’re close, your walls clamping around his fingers, your mouth agape as you’re trying to hold on the leather seat.

“Y/N is, specifically,” He smirks your way but it only pushes you further to the edge. You’ve been trying to hold it in until the call ends, hoping the microphone won’t catch the loud squelching noises from your wet pussy.

“Shut it, we’re almost there.” 

You shriek then end the call right away. You’re lucky your voice sounded like you’re mad, which would make your friends think you’re fighting and bickering again, as usual. You hope so. You don’t know if you can face them otherwise.

“You did well, babe. Now cum.” 

The simple command made your back arch, your whole body on fire as you finally let go. “Ah, fuck..” You hunch over the dashboard, heaving while thrashing in his passenger seat but Jungkook’s not done, his thumb focusing on pinching your clit, the oversensitivity along your walls is starting to creep in.

Jungkook wishes he’s filming this whole time, you look too mesmerizing coming undone with his fingers alone. He stops the car right before you’re back to the site and carefully removes his fingers, handing you a pack of wipes. 

A complete silence followed, both of you letting your eyes talk. You can tell he wants to say something, but instead, he opens the door and waits for you outside.

What now then?

e/n: can't believe i actually added eros here lol this is the last request on my inbox y'all! thank you everyone for reading them :)