#bss21

You hear the shower running and you see the light from his candle flickering underneath the closed door as you mindlessly scroll on your phone. For whatever reason, he doesn’t want you to come in.

Okay, you know the reason. But you can’t play into his game. If you do, you’ll end up late to yet another party hosted by the ever charming and ever pompous man that is Park Jimin- his line brother. The game Taehyung plays when you have an event to attend results in one of two things; you get to the party just on time which is incredibly uncomfortable, or, you get there so unfashionably late that it is a giveaway to everyone else as to why you’re late.

You can hear Taehyung humming as he takes his sweet time bathing and wonder how much longer he’s going to do that before you give in and storm the bathroom seeking war. The patience he tests and prods every day wears thin with each little nudge he gives you and you fume because you know he does it intentionally. Why else would he invite you over to get ready at his place

Tell that fucker to hurry his ass up or else I’m kidnapping you and leaving him behind The notification slides down from the top of your screen and is accompanied by the vibration of your phone in your hand. You shift in your position, adjusting the towel around your head, before you type out your response to Namjoon, another one of his line brothers.

I’m not even ready yet because he’s in the shower. I’m gonna fucking kill this kid when he gets out

Namjoon is quick with his reply and you scoff in response.

What does him taking a shower have to do with you getting ready? Are y’all not at the point where you can shit in the same house yet?

Namjoon is so unaware of the predicament you’re in that you actually get annoyed with him for asking the question. You know that it’s sarcastic, but, for a moment, you have to set your phone down and breathe to calm down. Damn, your temper is bad.

Instead of responding with another text, you decide to call the man in hopes that Taehyung will hear the conversation and hurry the fuck up.

“Did I go too far?” Namjoon’s voice is deep as he answers the call with the question.

“No.” You groan. “I’m just sick of texting. This shit is getting irritating.”

On the other end, you hear him chuckle and then shuffle around with the sound of his keys jingling. He’s already ready to go?

“Must be nice to be able to be early.” You grumble. Impatiently, you begin to bounce your foot.

Namjoon laughs again and you just roll your eyes at how lucky he is.

“It’s quite nice, actually. Yoongi and I are going to meet up and grab some alc before we get there.” He says.

“Good.” You sigh exasperatedly. “I’m going to need some.”

“Already having relationship problems that require a drink? Damn, dude,” You hear the sound of his front door shutting and his lock turning. “That bad, huh?”

“I just- fuck, Joon! He does this on purpose!” You throw your hand up as you nearly shout the statement.

“And yet…” He leads the sentence and then trails off because the both of you know the end of it.

And yet… you love it.

Namjoon knows to not say it anymore because of how much you blew up on him when he first pointed out that it was obvious. Speaking it out loud does nothing except wound your pride.

Because you do, in fact, love it when Taehyung pushes your buttons. You love when he drives you outside of your comfort zone and you absolutely feen for how worked up he makes you over the tiniest things.

You’re addicted to how much he tests your patience because it’s his game that keeps your life from descending into the pits of the awfully mundane safety that you would let yourself get to. It would be the death of your pride if you ever actually admitted the notion to Taehyung’s face. You would never let that happen.

“And yet…” You merely repeat in frustrated defeat.

Suddenly, the shower stops. You turn your head to the door and let out a sigh of gratitude to whoever was watching over you that you had Namjoon in your life.

“Thanks for helping me pass the time. He just got done with showering so I’m gonna go get ready.” You say.

“No problem.” There’s a smile in his voice as he starts his car. “See you there.”

“See ya.” You drop the phone onto Taehyung’s bed and move to collect your things so that you can get into the bathroom.

All at once, the door opens and a whoosh of humidity comes barreling out into the bedroom, drawing your eyes to the man who walks out.

Taehyung has a towel around his waist and water dripping down his body as he turns on the bathroom light for you. He has blown out his candle, leaving the smoky remnants of pine to billow out, yet you don’t even pay attention to your absolute meal of a boyfriend because his hair is a completely different color from when he first entered the bathroom over an hour ago. Your impatience and irritation with him go forgotten as you stand there in your robe and marvel at his hair.

It’s red. Crimson red.

“What the fuck.” You find yourself speaking the words before you can stop them and it’s the look of offense on Taehyung’s face that conveys he was not expecting that reaction from you.

“Well, thanks?” He raises an inquisitive eyebrow.

Your outburst was not meant to display any displeasure with the new hair color- you actually love it… way too fucking much- however, you were so shocked that you somehow forgot to compliment him. Honestly, you forget to breathe because it looks so hot on him that you want to say fuck it and fuck him instead of going to the party.

“Why- what-” You stutter. Finally, you can only point out the obvious because of how dumbstruck you are. “It’s red.”

“Yes, it’s red.” Taehyung says the statement as a matter-of-factl as he walks over to his closet to pluck out the red suit he bought for the party.

“I wanna look like Santa.” He said whilst holding out a cherry red suit in front of his body.

You smiled from your seat in front of the small presentation area. Cheekily, you snickered. “Well, Santa, the only chimney you’ll be coming in is mine.”

His smile was boxy as he giggled, a suggestive quirk to his eyebrow. “That was awful.”

Even though several moments have gone by since he emerged from the bathroom, you haven’t moved from your stance next to the bed. You keep your eyes trained on him as he raises the hanger of the suit to hook it over the door. When he turns to find you still standing there, unmoving, he cocks his head in confusion.

“It…” Your voice is barely above a whisper now. “It looks really good, Tae.”

His face morphs into a smirk quickly, realizing that you don’t find his hair ugly at all, and slowly slinks toward you whilst your guard is down. You don’t even realize that you aren’t really paying attention until he’s standing in front of you with both hands gripping softly onto the flaps of your robe.

“Yeah?” He asks lowly. You haphazardly raise your hand to his bicep to stop him from opening it yet your touch holds no urgency and you’re too distracted by how the red contrasts with his strong, dark eyebrows to notice that he’s succeeding in his teasing game. His game. What game?

Involuntarily, you dig your toes into the carpet in anticipation. The sight of his red hair is enrapturing as you struggle against your self-control because it’s hard to think of anything other than the image of his red hair between your legs.

“Yeah.” You breathe.

Your robe is opened and you feel the cool air of the room against your nipples, which harden immediately at the temperature and exposure. Taehyung’s hands sneakily slide onto your naked waist and it’s almost enough to break you out of your daze, yet it only sends you deeper when you feel them encase you in their warmth.

“Well, thanks baby.” He leans forward to press a kiss against your nose after whispering his gratitude. “You gonna let me fuck you instead of getting ready?”

Fuck.

“Damn you.” You say through gritted teeth, fumbling to close your robe whilst pushing his hands off of you. You have half the mind to slightly nudge him to the side without dropping your makeup bag so that you can rush to the bathroom and get away from his allure.

His guffaw is utterly insidious as you shut the bathroom door with a slam.

Instead of taking an hour to do your makeup like you originally planned, you were left alone with your impatience and it resulted in your more natural look so that you could hurry back to your closet to retrieve your dress after a mere twenty minutes.

The smell of Taehyung’s cologne wafts in your face as you leave the bathroom. Even though your nerves are shot by his previous antics, you find that it is hard to focus when you know exactly which one he is wearing.

The two of you were intrigued when you first saw the commercial for it on TV, an ad that was truly odd as Adam Driver flashed across the screen as a centaur, until you looked at him as he looked at you with a knowing look in his eyes.

You found yourselves at the mall the next day, seeking out the “new fragrance for men”, Burberry Hero, so that you could smell what the strange commercial was trying to convey.

It was the end of any control you hoped to retain.

The scent wasn’t special to Taehyung. He claimed that it smelt good and that he’d buy it because he needed to change it up once in a while.

What he didn’t know was that him spraying some on himself to test it would lead to you sucking him down your throat in his backseat in the mall parking lot nearly thirty minutes later. He smelled way too good for you to be patient and wait until you arrived back at his apartment. Unsurprisingly, it was one of the few times he gave in to your lack of forbearance.

The cologne became the death of you for any special occasion. Because that is what it was reserved for; special occasions- when Taehyung loved to push your buttons the most.

The scent isn’t strong enough to completely boggle your mind for the time being because you find that he’s left the room, however, you know that he is somewhere close by and you have to prepare yourself to face him if you want to have any semblance of control. His red hair, that red suit, and that fucking cologne are going to be the death of you tonight.

Quickly, you pull out your dress and slide it on so that you can get closer to leaving. Your phone reads 6:13 pm, meaning the party starts in about forty-five minutes. As you slide your long coat on, you hope you won’t be late.

Your purse disappears as soon as you begin looking for it, though, and you groan because you swear that you just saw it on the bed before your shower.

“Tae?” You call for him as you exit his bedroom. “Have you seen my purse?”

Taehyung’s voice is as deep as it is faint when it comes from the kitchen. “It’s here in the kitchen!”

You huff again at your forgetfulness and stride over to where he is while you struggle with the earring that is supposed to be dangling from your earlobe.

Your steps falter as you see him with his red suit-clad back to you and the sight makes you immediately slam everything you have into putting your guard up so that the two of you aren’t late to the damned party. You know that you will desperately need complete zen when he turns around. Taehyung would do anything to get you into bed so that you were late and you couldn’t let his ungodly sexiness lure you in.

You eye your purse on the kitchen table while he busies himself with something in the sink and suddenly, you have a plan.

The moment you grab your purse, you fly towards the front door.

“I’ll be in the car!” You yell as you grab your heels and slide on your crocs. He’s only just beginning to respond with obvious shock as you shuffle out the door towards the elevator with his keys in your hand.

“Babe!”

You laugh almost maniacally as you rush towards the doors because there’s a certain tone of surprise and the slightest bit of offense in the way he shouts the pet name that it almost sounds like he was plotting something too. Of course, he was.

With the train of your dress dragging behind you, you press the button to the elevator and turn around to see the shape of light from within his apartment getting smaller against the wall. It was a sign that you had enough of a head start.

“Y/N!” Taehyung’s voice slightly echoes down the corridor from within the living space. “Where are my-”

His door shuts before you can find out what he’s looking for and you only laugh some more. Sucker. He’ll have to figure out on his own that he can only lock the knob of his apartment tonight because you happen to have his keys in your hand.

The elevator doors open and you quickly slide inside and press the button of the ground floor before returning your eyes to the corridor.

His door flies open.

And he’s a sizzling hot, dangerously handsome, red rage as he sprints towards you at full speed with murder on his face.

Your finger becomes frantic on the ground floor button as your heart kickstarts into an adrenaline-accompanied rhythm. You thought you had enough time to comfortably see him leaving right as the elevator doors were closing, but they seem to move in slow motion so that he can exact his revenge upon you.

He closes in as the doors begin to show promise in your victory, but only one more second goes by before you realize that you are inevitably doomed.

Taehyung’s hand smacks against the side of one of the doors when there’s a mere few inches between them and you jump at the show of his aggression.

“You think you’re so slick, huh?” He’s slightly out of breath as he poses the rhetorical question when he enters, yet his volume is much louder than necessary. It feels as if he’s scolding you and you all but cave at the thought of it.

“Actually, I think that was pretty-”

“Actually,” He cuts you off with a terrible mockery of your voice before furrowing his eyebrows in frustration. “You’re gonna pay for that.”

Time to press his buttons. “Am I though?”

His eyebrows rise incredibly high on his forehead in disbelief of your behavior and suddenly, you don’t feel very powerful because he’s slowly approaching you with the doors shutting behind him.

The elevator becomes dead silent as he closes the distance.

His cologne overrides your senses all at once and it takes everything in you to not change your facial expression. You’ve been fed up with him and made it out of the apartment victorious thus far. There’s no reason- no fucking reason- why you should lose in the elevator.

Aside from the fact that he wears his red coat and black shirt unbuttoned incredibly low on his chest.

And the fact that his red hair is messy in such a way that you want to grab a fistful of it and kiss the living daylights out of his luscious lips.

And the fact that he’s now leaning into you with one of his arms pressing against the wall of the small cabin to trap you into an even tinier space.

Fuck.

He takes a moment to look down at your body and you notice he has put the thinnest line of eyeliner on his top lids. Then, he brings the inside of his lip between his teeth for a brief second and you observe from the way his lips are tinted just slightly that he’s put on a layer of cherry chapstick.

Taehyung lets a small smile pull his lips up before he brings his eyes back to your face. You don’t even notice that you begin to hold your breath.

“I could fuck you right here.” He says simply.

The whine in your throat is unstoppable; a buildup of frustration with his game and the frustrating pulse between your legs has practically forced the sound from your lungs. It’s all he needs to hear before he presses his body into you.

“Yeah? You want me to?”

You let the back of your head touch the wall of the elevator as it descends down the building and he presses his free arm to the small of your back to pull you to him even more. He doesn’t let it linger for long, sliding it down until it cups the back of your thigh so that he can pull it until the inside of your thigh touches his hamstring.

The split in the side of your dress seemed cute and slightly risqué when you first bought it, but now? It’s giving him all the access he needs to slightly raise his thigh into the junction between your legs.

Close is all you can think as he leans down to the side of your neck and lets his breath tickle your skin. Goosebumps litter down your back and arms from the way his exhale brushes down your collarbone to the expanse of your bare chest.

There’s practiced ease in his inflection, although, you hear the slight waver of his arousal weighing just slightly on his volume. “Oh, I know you want me to. You won’t even care if we’re late this time, will you?”

You’re losing. Your eyelids flutter at this fact in submission. If he continues this attack on your guard, it will fall. You let out a shaky exhale in what you fail to decipher between a warning and a plea.

“Tae.”

“What’s my name, baby? C’mon,” He hisses through his teeth as he slowly rocks his hips into you with a gentle squeeze of your leg. “Tell me what my name is.”

The name is on the tip of your tongue as you close your eyes and let your face morph into one that begs for his attention.

If you say it, it’ll be game over. You know that if you give in right here, right now, he will begin undressing you before the elevator has even hit the bottom floor.

You’re also perfectly aware that if you open your mouth and say the one, simple word that confirms your defeat, he will click the button that goes back to his floor, throw you over his shoulder, and then take you back to his room so that he can dump you onto his bed and take yet another hour- an hour initially dedicated to Jimin’s party- between your legs instead.

His fingers dig into your thigh a little harder as he eggs you on and you struggle to prevent another moan from spilling from your mouth.

You begin to form your lips into the word that he loves so much and it only gets harder to resist his game when he’s so intoxicatingly close and his musk is mixing so well with the small amount of the cologne he put on.

“Fu-uck.” You gasp in the middle of the word as he persists with raising his leg between yours, pressing deliciously into where you want him most. The split in your dress allows him to press his knee straight into your silk panties that cling to your folds with an uncomfortable amount of your slick arousal.

He presses you into the wall then, warm body and persistent throbbing between his legs and all, and the moan that has sizzled in your chest comes out as a low groan.

“It’s one word, baby. Just one. Say it.” Taehyung uses his nose to nudge yours back to the front so that his lips are just barely skimming yours. “Say it and I’m yours.”

His breath is hot between your lips and you poke your tongue out of your mouth to slightly wet them. In the process, you give him the most kittenish of licks against the underside of his bottom lip.

“Oh, you’re playing with me now, huh?”

Right at the end of his question- a question accompanied with his signature smirk- the bell of the elevator tolls, signaling your victory once more and breaking you out of your stupor.

Taehyung growls lowly as you sink down and slide below his arm to escape by the skin of your teeth. The feeling of your consecutive wins is glorious while it pumps through your veins.

You move quickly towards the doors of the lobby and you can practically feel Taehyung’s presence radiating with anger behind you, yet you come to forget about it as you rush to open the door and see snow falling from the sky and lightly dusting the street. A cold breeze travels along your bare legs and down the crevice of your chest but you don’t care- it’s snowing.

“Tae!” You almost squeak his name in your excitement. “It’s snowing!”

The small flakes fall slowly, a delicate wind carrying them through the air, and the lamps placed every so often along the street highlight the far reaching covering of the winter season as far as you can see. You pull your coat close to your body as you stop and marvel at the beautiful sight despite having seen it from his window.

“Yes, it is.” There’s a smile in Taehyung’s voice as he says the words. The prior heat of the tension with him seems to have gone forgotten when the chilly evidence of winter made itself known.

You walk out into the weather with a smile on your face and your arm outstretched with your palm facing the sky. The light tickle of snowflakes dropping onto your hand and melting is joyous in its nature.

“It’s so fucking cold- damn.” Taehyung’s teeth chatter as he curses and you turn to see him walking down to where his car is parked in the lot like the most breathtaking splash of blood against the white environment around him. He looks ethereal.

You walk a short distance behind him for a few seconds, watching him tilt his head down and slide his hand into his pockets, until he stops and turns his body to face you in a display of his patience for you.

Once you catch up, he holds his arm out for you to hold onto while you hold your dress up, off the ground so that you can step carefully and focus on not slipping. Thankfully, you slide your hand into his offered arm and latch your fingers onto his bicep.

“See?” He leans into you as you begin walking together. “I wait for you but you didn’t wait for me.”

You scoff lightly and roll your eyes before returning them to where your crocs leave prints in the undisturbed snow. “You can’t get into the car because I have your keys. Don’t play me.”

“Shush.” He says. “Let me be a gentleman.”

“Stop blatantly trying to fuck me, then.” You deadpan. “Gentlemen are a lot more subtle than that.”

He splutters incredulously for a moment as you get to his car and pull his keys out of your purse. There’s a thin layer of snow covering the top that contrasts starkly to the black paint of the Hyundai.

You unlock the car and get inside once he detaches from you to get to the driver’s side. Like clockwork, you lean over to put the key in the ignition and start the car while he pulls out the snow brush from his trunk.

You crank up the heater while your body trembles from the cold and then you sit back, clutch your coat tight around your body, and watch as he easily brushes off line by line of the dusting.

Once he finishes, Taehyung quickly opens his door and slides into his seat before chucking the brush into the backseat.

“Got to wait for the car to warm up,” he gently reminds you, moving to pull his phone out of the pocket of his pants. As you eye him critically, he just grins knowingly.

You sink into your seat while you dread what he’s doing because you know that he’s going to begin the terrible happening of listening to Christmas music.

For whatever reason, you never got into Christmas music. Ever since you were young, the bells and chimes and cheery sound of the songs that preached joy and merriness were less than pleasing to you. The style of music just doesn’t make any sense- even in moments like this one where you prepare to celebrate the holiday. As opposed as you are to the music, you never let it get into the way of you actually becoming merry.

Taehyung reaches over and adjusts the volume knob before any music starts playing so that it isn’t quiet when it begins, yet you already know which song he will play first. It’s his favorite one.

With the most mischievous smile on his lips and a dangerous side eye that would prompt you to squeeze your knees together if you didn’t know he was about to torture you- in a bad way- the beginning notes of the song start playing. The music box intro is all you need to lock up in irritation.

“No.” You say.

Taehyung smiles knowingly. “Yes.”

“No.” You reach over to grab his phone from him. He swats your hand away and the song continues.

“Yes.”

“No.” You growl the word before the words begin.

His voice is teasing when he replies. “Yes.”

A beat of silence follows before he opens his mouth.

“I don’t want a lot for Christmas.”

“Tae,” You warn.

“There is just one thing I need.”

You sigh in exasperation and the strong notes of the song progress.

“Don’t care about the presents,” He grabs ahold of your fingers when you try to sneakily turn down the volume. “Underneath the Christmas tree.”

Then, Taehyung pulls your hand to his chest dramatically. Your cold knuckles touch the warm, exposed expanse of skin on his chest. “I just want you for my own.” He reaches his other hand across the center console to take a handful of your thigh. “More than you could ever know.”

Although you hate the song, you can’t help the small smile that pulls at your lips in entertainment of his antics. 

“Make my wish come true.” He leans into you a little, stretching over the console with a different smile. The boxiness of his lips conveys the sincerity of the joy the terrible song makes him feel. You can’t help but give into the notion just a little- no matter how much you hate Mariah Carey.

“All I want,” Taehyung leans in closer. “For Christmas,” Even closer. “Is…”

His nose touches yours and he inhales before reaching out to nip at your bottom lip playfully and your hand comes down to hold onto the one he uses to grasp your thigh as a reaction. He tightens his fingers around your hand that he tightly holds to his chest.

“You.”

Finally, you kiss him to shut him up. And to just… kiss your boyfriend.

The song breaks into the first verse as he lets go of your hand to cup your cheek. Although the kiss’ intentions are innocent to you, Taehyung obviously hasn’t let go of the tension that was sparked earlier. Apparently, the embers of it had been burning in the back of his mind until now. He was merely waiting for you to reciprocate so that he could attack whilst your defenses were fully down.

The hand he has on your thigh begins a feverish path up your leg, sneaking below your dress and coming into contact with the moist area of your panties immediately. You keen at his touch, trying your best to catch up with his rhythm so that you can reign in your need and gain back your control, but he switches his fingers from their delicate hesitation to a rash pursuit towards your defeat. In a display of traitorous instinct, your thighs part to give his searching fingers more room.

With his long legs and all, Taehyung climbs over the console to crowd you even further into the passenger seat. Your intentions to fight back against the ministrations of his fingertips dissipate as soon as you reach down to pull the lever of the chair to slide it back. Then, his hand leaves your underwear and drops down between your door and the seat.

The seat reclines back quickly under your weight and falls until you feel the headrest bounce off of the backseat. Although it feels clumsy, it seems to add to the rushed fervor of the climax of the game.

Mariah Carey continues to belt out about her only desire for Christmas while Taehyung slides down your body to kneel on the floor of the car between your legs. As much as you try to focus on getting a quickie in- the idea doesn’t seem too bad since you’re already dressed and ready to go- it’s hard to maintain the heat of your arousal with the annoying song.

“Tae,” You have to almost yell his name over the volume. “Shut the fucking music off.”

He growls. “No. I’m in a cheery mood.”

Although you only mildly protest the action, you ultimately let him slide your panties down your legs so that he can slide his fingers through your sopping folds and then sink his middle finger to the knuckle. It’s sacrilegious to think about the dirty things the two of you are about to do while the most annoying Christmas song of all time serves as the mood-setter.

Taehyung leans over the seat, pumping his finger in and out while pressing his thumb into your clit, and the licks of your want clash with the annoyance of his terrible taste in music.

His fingers feel unreservedly good inside of you, but the song continues to distract you to the point that you are grabbing him by the wrist and pulling his hand away from your quickly drying pussy.

“This is bullshit.” Your wince follows immediately after the sentiment because of how venomous it sounds coming out of your mouth. You barely let another moment pass before you tell him, “that music ruined the mood. Let’s get to the party.”

As frustrated as Taehyung is, he sighs in defeat and sits back in understanding. He has pushed his luck too far.

The game comes to a horrible plateau of pause and he slides back into his seat awkwardly, searching for napkins to wipe your liquid lust from his fingers.

Then, he turns down the music and turns to face you with the most apologetic look on his face.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbles.

Guilt floods your veins. You agreed to the game ages ago, when you first started dating, but your dislike in his awful music choice seems to have just sucked all of the fun from it. And now? He’s feeling bad about it.

Your best course of action is to brush it off. It’s hard for him to let go when you reciprocate his seriousness about things.

“Apologize to Mariah and drive, you idiot.” You roll your eyes and laugh while you slid your panties back up your legs. “You were about to take all of the pure sanctity from that song and I don’t know if you can handle that.”

There’s hesitation on his face as he regards you yet you know that there is nothing for him to be concerned about. As you search for ways to get him to forget about it, it hits you.

You know exactly what to say to shift him back into action. Now that he doesn’t have you cornered, you can spur him back into the mindset you want him in by using the title the two of you reserved for the game.

“C’mon, papí. Just drive.”

Taehyung’s smile is devilish as he shifts the car into reverse and throws his arm behind your seat to look behind him. He talks while flickering his eyes between the rear view mirror and the road.

“Oh, you’re on, sweetheart.”

His stare is utterly dangerous as you stand on the opposite side of the room.

The car ride to Jimin’s place stood for a dramatic swap in your roles of the game. Instead of Taehyung being the only one trying to end the night in a feverish fuck, you took some of the reigns and returned his efforts with some of your own- granted, it was a little unfair for him because he was driving. You are not going to be the one to cave.

He was so worked up from it that he tried to corner you against the door of his car when you stepped out onto the driveway of Jimin’s house.

“It’s not too late to turn back, you know… Or I can fuck you right here.” He had murmured the suggestion into the shell of your ear. Your heart, over an hour later, still beats with such ferocity from the open invitation.

The invitation that is still very much up for grabs by the look of things.

Namjoon chuckles as you take a considerable gulp of the whisky in your hand because he has followed your gaze to Taehyung so that he could figure out why your mood is not as merry as it could be.

“Still playing the game, huh?”

You take your eyes away from your boyfriend to look at Namjoon. His teal hair was the center of everyone’s teasing for a solid ten minutes because he initially intended for it to be green- a surprising yet welcome effort for the holiday season. When he was rinsing his hair out, he failed to realize that he needed to bleach his thick hair a bit longer than most people.

He wears gold-rimmed glasses on his nose now because, apparently, his eyesight has gotten a bit worse since he finished college those few years ago. The constant screen-staring and late nights squinting at words in a book obviously got to him.

“I’ve been victorious so far.” You swallow down your grimace from the bitterness of your drink so that you can speak loud enough for him to hear you over the annoying holiday music.

Namjoon raises his beer to his lips while he mumbles, “So far.”

Your eyes roll in irritation as you take another sip from your glass to take the place of your response.

You’re irritated with the party because, although you love dressing up and having a classy evening for in Jimin’s large house, it seems that a few of the familiar group didn’t get the memo.

Yoongi sits on the couch, tapping away at his phone with a bouncing knee, and wears a black beanie with a gray hoodie that says the simple, black words of ‘Fuck off.’ across the chest. It looks like Times New Roman font.

Jungkook sits beside him in a black turtle neck and silver chain necklace, head craned back as he stares at the ceiling, and you don’t have to smell the faintest scent of weed in the air to know that he has shown up to the Christmas party high as a kite. There’s a mellow smile plastered on his lips to make his current state even more obvious. Oh, he’s got a new piercing on his lip. Nice.

Jimin’s eyes look the same as Jungkook’s- a slight redness in the whites with an inherent difficulty to keep them all the way open- and it is because of this you know that Jimin partook in the youngest one’s activities prior to the party, but he still maintains a happy aura that allows him to greet all of the guests in the house with unbridled energy and awfully overbearing positivity. The two boys are opposites on the spectrum.

Seokjin and Hoseok pour countless drinks during their conversation about their studies at the kitchen’s island and it doesn’t take long for the effects of the alcohol to become obvious in the way that Seokjin’s ears turn tomato red and Hoseok’s eyes become a little swollen and tired. Both of the men sway in their seats and- wait, did Seokjin just throw up in the sink?

And then, there’s Taehyung. Who rubs Seokjin’s back as he leans over the kitchen sink. Who’s still staring at you. Intensely.

With a huff and your drink still clutched between your fingers, you grab ahold of your dress and pick it up from the floor, turning to walk away from Namjoon and the frighteningly frustrating predicament that your boyfriend is creating. “I’m going to go get some air.”

“Alright.” He says, heading over to the couch that Yoongi and Jungkook sit on.

You walk to the living room, squeezing past a few others you’re not familiar with who crowd the table for the desserts on it, and wrench open the sliding glass door to step into the freezing night.

The whisky has you feeling incredibly warm; you can feel a bit of sweat gathering under you arms and breasts along with the hot and pulsing need in your clit, so the below freezing temperature is welcome on your moist skin. The buzz of alcohol seeps into your bones as you sway just slightly and approach being borderline tipsy. You know that you’ll be well on your way to getting drunk by the end of your glass.

Snow pellets lightly into your skin, melting on contact, and gives you the awakening you need to shake off the jitters that Taehyung’s gaze exerts onto you. You can’t leave early now that Namjoon is aware you’re engaged in the game. It would only make you look more foolish if he saw you caving to your carnal desire that only Taehyung is able to incite.

As you take deep breaths of the frigid air for a few minutes, the door to the house opens and you choose to ignore the person who steps out. If it’s Taehyung, he can be the one to approach you.

A few moments of silence go by and it is because of this on top of the lack of speaking that you chalk it up it to being either a complete stranger or, indeed, your boyfriend. Still, you choose to act oblivious and keep your gaze on the yard and trees whilst you shift your weight in wait.

“This house is trying to fucking swallow me.”

The odd words make you snort uncontrollably, as you are taken off guard by the randomness of it, and turn around to address who you know to be extremely stoned.

“Jungkook,” You greet him with an amused smile. “What’re you doing out here? I thought you were chilling with Yoongi.”

His eyes are comically wide as he stares at you and the way you speak. The boy is tripping absolute balls so you have to give him some time to formulate his next sentence.

“I needed to breathe.” He says finally. His lips part as he sucks in a breath once he’s done speaking.

You laugh at the happenstance of him feeling a similar sensation as you. “Me too. It was getting stuffy in there.”

You turn back around to face the yard and sigh, knowing that he is much too high to carry on that profound of a conversation, and go back to watching the snow.

Jungkook apparently wants to watch the snow with you.

He comes to stand next to you- uncomfortably so with the way his body wafts subtle notes of marijuana your way- and cranes his head up to face the sky with his wide eyes.

“They’re like falling stars.”

You smile at the genuine amazement. “They are. It’s pretty.”

“Yes, it is.” He sighs. You turn to him and watch him close his eyes. He inhales and exhales a deep breath. “Ah, that’s refreshing.”

Almost concerned, you place a hand on his shoulder and furrow your eyebrows like you’re speaking to a child. “You gonna be alright, man?”

“As soon as you give me a sip of your whisky. Really strong-tasting alcohol kind of wakes me up when I get too high.”

You arch an eyebrow at him. “You’re trying to get drunk?”

“No, no,” He says. “I mean, anything with a super strong and sour or bitter taste- or smell- kind of brings me down a little. This one time, I sniffed ammonia and it woke me the fuck up so fast that it felt like there was hot sauce in my brain for a sec.” He smiles and turns to face you with a dreamlike smile on his lips before he giggles. “It was fun as fuck.”

“O…kay…” You trail off for a moment, astounded by the things this boy has done. You slowly raise your glass as an offering. “Just a sip.”

He’s slow to take it from you, body lethargic and lazy. “Thanks.”

Jungkook raises your glass to his lips with a clink of it against his lip ring and then tips it back slowly so that he can just get the bitter taste on the tip of his tongue.

“Blegh.” He scrunches up his nose and sticks his tongue out dramatically. “Yep. That did the trick. That shit’s bitter as fuck.”

You laugh and take your glass back from him. Despite the whisky being one that is meant to be sipped on, you’re just about ready to go back inside because your body is beginning to tremble from the cold, so you tip the rest of the glass back and shoot the rest of its contents straight back.

“Damn, Y/N. Didn’t want me taking any more, huh?”

“Nah, it’s not that.” You shrug and bare your teeth for a second as the alcohol burns its way down your throat and into your belly. “I’m just about to go back inside.”

Jungkook squats down, pulls his phone out of his back pocket, and puts his arms over his knees to take a break from standing. The light from his phone glows on his face and reflects off of all the piercings in his eyebrow, lip, and ears.

“I think Tae needs your help.” He sighs.

“What? Why do you say that?” You turn to look through the glass door and pat your body for your phone, only to be reminded that you have no pockets on your dress and that you left your phone in your purse on the couch. “Where is he?”

“He said he’s throwing up in the bathroom.”

Immediately, you rush towards the door. “Oh my god! I’m going to go see if he’s alright. I’ll see you later, Kook.”

“See ya!”

You frantically make a beeline for the bathroom, bumping into a few people, and knock on the door when you finally stand in front of it.

“Occupied!” A woman shouts.

A woman. Your blood suddenly runs freezing cold.

There’s a woman in there with him?

The thought alone leaves a terrible taste in your mouth and you knock again feverishly. “Taehyung? Are you in there?”

“No! It’s me, Sina!”

“Oh.” You wince a little and back off from the door. “Sorry!”

Your feet seem to carry you away and towards the foyer where the stairs are before you can actually process your thoughts. “Maybe he’s in the upstairs bathroom…”

The buzz in your head has begun it’s delightful transition towards tipsiness because of how much your walking has made your heart pump. Still, you try to ascend the stairs quickly with your hand on the railing.

The bathroom at the top of the stairs is empty- the door is wide open and the light is off- so you move to the next bathroom you know of- the one in Jimin’s bedroom.

As you step into the dark room, you see the dim luminescence from below the bathroom door lighting up the floor and reflecting off of the smooth surface. The sound of shuffling is muffled by the door, but you can see the shadow of whoever occupies it move past the door.

“Tae?” You call his name as you approach the door and knock lightly. “You in there?”

His voice is rough and contralto from behind the door and you can hardly hear it over the sound of the music from downstairs. “Yeah.”

Taking the unopened door as a sign that he doesn’t want you to see him throwing up, you lean your forehead against the door and shut your eyes.

“Are you okay?”

Suddenly, you fall forward.

Because he’s just yanked the door open.

Taehyung’s voice is a growl as he encases you in his arms and picks you up until your feet are dangling. “Get your ass in here, sweetheart.”

“Tae!” You squeak his name in surprise and wrap your arms around his neck to stabilize yourself.

Your boyfriend is quick to pull you further into the bathroom so that he can shut the door. As your adrenaline picks up and you inhale his cologne with a buzzed mind, you crumble to his wishes quickly. He breathes harshly and grasps you firmly, but the name he’s called you is all you need to figure out that the game is coming to its climax and conclusion once more.

There’s a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead and his red jacket and black shirt are both unbuttoned to expose his chest and stomach. He most likely undid them due to his own feverish heat that he was attempting to escape. The sight is too inviting for you to resist splaying a hand onto his warm chest.

Taehyunng spins you to deposit you on the sink and it’s in this moment that you feel the cool surface of the window on your back. You arch away and look behind you on instinct while Taehyung eagerly spreads your legs and moves between them.

The backyard is white as you glance down at the movement below and see Jungkook still squatted down with a bit of snow covering the top of his head. Taehyung must’ve seen you with him.

“Did you text Jungkook just to get me up here?” You breathe out the sentence as Taehyung leans in to mouth at your neck and inhale.

“You weren’t answering my texts.” He’s seemingly out of breath as he replies.

In one swift motion, Taehyung grabs onto your dress and folds it up to expose your panties to him. You bring your other hand up to his hair and finally grab a fistful of it so that you can bring him closer into your body.

He rocks himself into you with both of his hands digging into your asscheeks, kneading roughly.

“I need to be inside you, sweetheart.”

“We can’t fuck here, Tae. It’s disrespectful.” You try to reason with him that it’s a bad idea no matter how good it would feel. You’ve been wet for him since he walked out of the bathroom at his place but fucking in Jimin’s personal bathroom is slightly crossing the line.

“He doesn’t have to know, babe. It can be our little secret.” Taehyung pulls a hand away from your body to undo his belt and the button of his pants. He shoves them down and lets his dick pour out from them to press against your silk-covered pussy. “Please, mamí. Please.”

“Ah.” You hiss through your teeth as he cants his hips to make his tip drag against your folds, the soaked silk allowing you to feel the ridge of his mushroom head. “Tae.”

Although the sensations are almost to the max, his fingers fumble to hook your underwear to the side anyway because he knows you can’t resist giving in for much longer. With nothing in the way, his skin is hot and sticky against your own sopping mess. You wrap your legs around his waist reflexively.

“See? You want me there, don’t you? You want my dick all up in those guts.”

You keen into his movements and words with a high-pitched whine, crumbling to the movement and giving in so fast. You have your defeat on the tip of your tongue whilst you fight to maintain your defense.

“I…” Your teeth chatter and your heart pounds mercilessly against your rib cage. “I…”

“What’s my name, sweetheart?”

You can feel Taehyung’s smile against your skin while he takes his thumb to your clit and massages nimbly. It’s a smile of victory. Of utter satisfaction. He knows that this is where your lack of patience gains him the win that he desires so much. 

His hand trembles, most likely from his own need coursing through him like adrenaline, and practically vibrates his thumbed-attention on your clit to make your last ounces of control dissipate. He knows he’s won when he places his dick against the opening to your cunt and elicits your sob.

“Papí!”

His voice is mortifyingly low and evil as he wraps an arm around your back to bind your body to him.

“Attagirl.”

Your walls part instantly as he rocks forward and you aren’t surprised to find that you are so wet that he is able to sheathe himself all the way in one go. The slide is easy- too easy to be safe from wanting to stay here all night- and you almost cry out at the relief of him attaching his body to every part of yours that he can.

“You’re going to have to be quiet if you don’t want anyone to hear you, sweetheart.” He raises his mouth to your earlobe, speaking against it so that it falls between his lips while he tests a few grinds of himself into you. “We’ll actually get caught.”

You rest your head back against the window whilst he holds your waist in his embrace to keep your pussy and legs vulnerable and spread out for him. It also, thankfully, keeps your back safe from the faucet in the sink.

“The music is so loud. I don’t think anyone can h-” You gasp as he rears back and thrusts himself back into your depth. “-hear themselves even think past that bullshit.” You breathe out, tightening your fingers into his hair while the one on his chest instinctually fists into his jacket.

Taehyung pulls away and lets his mouth fall open in a silent moan. When he looks up at you, his eyebrows are drawn in, blissful.

“Stop worrying about how much you hate Christmas music and worry about keeping your mouth fucking shut.”

You close your mouth and whimper when he thrusts again, particularly hard, to seat the head of his cock at your deepest point. He does it again and knocks the air out of your lungs, but his rhythm is nowhere near fast enough for you to cum.

“Then worry about fucking me, papí. I need it nice and fast.”

The name and your taunting seems to have spurred him back into his own neediness because he pulls away, pulls you down from the counter, and spins you around to face the window with feverish hands.

He throws your dress over your waist, using the split to reveal your ass and rip your panties from your body, and then uses the other hand to guide himself back inside you. Once he’s returned all the way into where he belongs, he leans over your back, slaps his hand over your mouth, and almost snarls.

“Shut the fuck up and take it how I give it.”

You brace yourself against the window anyway because you know you’ve just pushed the exact button you needed to ensure that he gives you what you were asking for.

Taehyung presses his free hand into the small of your back to force your back into an arch that leaves your pussy wide open to his imminent carnage and you whine through your nose when he shoves himself into you.

“I‘ve been trying to fuck this pussy for hours, Y/N.” He thrusted again with bruising fervor. “And now you have the nerve to get a little mouthy with me?”

Digging your hole even deeper- because you’re that desperate for him to fuck you into oblivion in a place so risky- you quietly hum.

“Mhm.”

His scoff is one of utter disbelief.

“Fine. Have it your way, sweetheart.”

He moves the hand down to your neck and rips you up with him, beginning a feverish pace that has your eyes rolling back and your thighs trembling with the pain of your hips hitting the edge of the counter. He’s hitting your insides impossibly deep just like you wanted.

Taehyung’s other hand presses even harder into your lower back, forcing your arch even deeper, and uses it as a means to pull your ass backward and keep you as vulnerable as possible while he surges forward.

The squelch of his cock leaving you is embarrassingly loud because of your juices, but the clap of his hips striking your ass is even louder and you struggle against his hand around your neck to moan wantonly. You know that if you make any noises louder than the quiet whimpers he forces from your lips every time his dick digs deeply into you, he’ll squeeze his fingers into your flesh.

Your boyfriend’s nose digs into your hair and inhales deeply as his tip attacks your malleable insides. He grunts lowly.

“Mmfuck. You smell so fucking good. Squeeze me-” His hips stutter. “-so fucking good.”

His hand tightens a little on your neck, using it to pull your body back into him, and you bite into your lip with a groan as you begin to feel lightheaded. The feeling seems to be all you need to begin your tumble towards your climax.

“Tae,” You warble. “I’m-”

He cuts you off with a whisper. “You gonna cum?”

“Yes!” You yell the word out as you squeeze your eyes shut in regret. It was too difficult to control your volume. Taehyung immediately moves his hand back to your mouth and shoves two of his fingers between your lips to keep you quiet. Thankful for something to occupy your mouth, you suck them eagerly onto your tongue so that you don’t scream again.

“Shut the fuck up.” His voice reaches an octave lower than normal and it sends a delicious chill down your spine despite the harsh words. If anything, you love them.

The hand he used to press into your back suddenly moves and you’re grateful for the relief, yet you jerk your body wildly when he uses it to circle his fingers around your clit instead.

“Yeah, you love this dick, don’t you? Love it so much you want the party to know.” There’s strain in his voice and his hips spend less time separated from your ass; he’s as close to cumming as you are.

Again, you hum against his hand in confirmation.

“Gonna cum in this pussy, baby. Cum so deep- fuck, you’re so warm.”

Small whines begin to emerge from his throat and his speed increases tenfold, yet he barely rears back from your cunt now. Instead, he humps away at your pussy like a needy bunny desperate for release.

Your hands scramble against the window and scratch in search of purchase while your pussy tightens up in preparation for your orgasm. Taehyung let’s his hand leave your mouth and you panic when he grabs both of your hips in his hands to fuck into you like a madman because your mouth is left uncovered and subject to the horribly loud moan you’re about to release into the house.

Just as your pussy seizes up and you cum, you glance out the window.

Jungkook stares up at you from the backyard. 

He has a palm over his clothed cock and, mortifyingly, you cum soundlessly with your mouth hung open as you maintain shocked eye-contact with him.

Taehyung growls and spills every spurt of his spunk deep inside you, clutching your body close and pressing himself as close against you as he possibly can. Your thighs tremble and you try to look anywhere but at the boy staring up at you, but you can’t seem to ignore the thrill of being caught by someone- even if he’s so high that he probably thinks he’s hallucinating.

“Tae,” You whisper once you’ve come down from your own high, heaving for breath. “Jungkook is looking at us.”

Taehyung hisses and leans over you to look at where you’re looking. “What?” When he sees the dumbass just staring up at the two of you, wide eyes unwavering from you, he growls. “That fucking idiot.”

Jungkook must finally catch up to the fact that he’s been caught staring, despite it being a few seconds too late, because he turns beet red and looks down while yanking his hand away from his cock.

Taehyung carefully slides out of you and fumbles for his phone in his pocket, most likely to call Jungkook. You begin opening Jimin’s bathroom drawers in search of some sort of wipes and celebrate internally when you find his baby wipes next to a box of condoms.

As you clean yourself of your boyfriend’s cum, Taehyung puts his phone on speaker and lets it drone on into the call with the guy who saw you fucking in a place you should have not been fucking in.

“Hey dude.” Jungkook casually answers as if nothing happened.

“You will not tell a single soul what you saw, you prick.”

The stoned one laughs. “I wouldn’t dream of it. You’d go off and tell everyone I’m a cuck for being a creep and watching you fuck your girlfriend.”

“That would just be in bad taste.”

You were on your way to the fifth date of this month, struggling to find someone to grasp onto, seeing as every person you've met has either been the complete opposite of what they claimed to be, or they just didn't seem to fit into the picture within your brain. It's not that you're picky when it comes to dating, but you at least want to see some kind of future with them. So, you had hoped that trudging through the slush was going to be worth your while this time. That you would actually meet someone who made you feel like yourself again.

What you didn't expect to be doing was thanking every single fraction of the universe for slush, and yet, here you are.

An unfamiliar hand lays deeply within your grasp, both covered with warm mittens and snowflakes grasping onto the edges of the material. You glance down at the intertwined gloves, slowly moving up his arm and towards the collar of his jacket, noticing the soft hue of red that paints his cheeks like fresh color on a canvas. A canvas with dimpled smiles and warm eyes that make you want to melt and become one with the slush that slops against your footsteps. The slush you had nearly stumbled into before the man (who now holds your hand) kept you from falling.

This wasn't the date you had initially planned for. In fact, you regret looking at the looming message that alerts your phone when you text the aforementioned date and tell them that you aren't coming anymore.

[From: david] that's okay… maybe another time?

You knew there would be no other time.

Not when the dimpled smile of the man before you laughs into the air, fog dissipating into the night sky that seems to get colder by the minute. And when he asks you to come inside for a night of hot chocolate and a "Home Alone" watch party, you can hardly keep yourself from barging through the front door. It's only halfway into the movie that you seem to register the fact that you'd never even asked for the young man's name.

"Namjoon." He responds with gentle eyes, handing you your mug of fresh hot chocolate. "Kim Namjoon."