Rain pounds against the windows. The lights flicker, and a flash of lightning splits the sky, thunder chasing right after. Your chest tightens. You step toward the window to close the curtains, but headlights cut through the storm.

A car stops in front of your house.

Through the blur of rain, you can’t see clearly, but you already know who it is.

You scoff, roll your eyes, and yank the curtains shut. Dropping onto the couch with crossed arms, you pretend the night isn’t already getting under your skin.

A few minutes pass before there’s a knock at your door. It’s soft, nearly drowned out by the storm, but still there. Persistent. If you weren’t paying attention, you’d miss it.

“Babe, open up, please. I’m already soaking wet out here.”

You hear Jungkook’s voice outside the door, and irritation bubbles in your chest. You want to turn off the lights, hide under a blanket, and pretend you’re not home. Let him stand out there in the rain like the stubborn fool he is.

Then lightning flashes, and before you know it, you’re unlocking the door.

The storm follows him inside. He’s soaked, clothes plastered to his skin, water dripping from his hair as he shakes himself off like a wet dog.

You cross your arms, glaring.

And him? He just grins, like showing up uninvited in the middle of a storm is perfectly normal. He leans in for a kiss, but you shove him back without a second thought.

“What the fuck, Jungkook? You’re soaking wet!”

He laughs, the audacity radiating off him. “Sorry, baby.”

He peels off his leather jacket, then his shirt. He uses it to wipe the water off his face.

You stay rooted in place, annoyed as hell. “I told you not to come. It’s storming. What if something happened to you on the way here?”

He just shrugs, flashing that smug little smirk. “Guess we’ll never know.”

You groan and turn to walk away, but you don’t get far. He’s already wrapping himself around you.

“Babeee, I’m sorry, okay?” he says in that sickly sweet voice, arms locked around you. He buries his face into your neck, and you immediately shake out of his grip.

“I hate you,” you snap. “You didn’t follow what we fucking agreed on!!”

Before you can storm off, he grabs you and pulls you into one of those suffocating bear hugs, holding you so tightly you can't even move.

“I’m really sorry,” he murmurs. “Taehyung called. His car broke down and he needed help. I thought I could still make it in time, babe, I swear. But by the time I got done, the storm was already insane. Even if I made it, we wouldn’t be able to go anywhere in this weather.”

You were supposed to be out with him tonight. 2nd anniversary. But there was no solid plan, no real direction. Just him tossing random-ass suggestions that led nowhere. And then he disappears, doesn’t answer your calls, barely replies to your messages. And suddenly you find out after the sky opens up that he was at his friend’s place this whole time?

Fuck that.

“That’s not even the point,” you snap, your voice rising just as the rain slams harder against the windows. “You didn’t answer your fucking phone. Your messages made no sense. You could’ve told me earlier. Then I could’ve just told myself, ‘Cool, guess he decided fixing Taehyung’s car was more important than spending our anniversary together. A car that could’ve waited ‘til tomorrow, by the way!’”

Your words are sharp, loud, and the rain outside feels like background noise now.

“I’m sorry, babe. Really sorry.”

You keep cussing him out, shoving at his chest, telling him to get the hell off you, but he doesn’t budge. He just keeps holding you, arms locked around your waist like he belongs there, murmuring “I’m sorry” over and over again.

You’re still pissed. Honestly, you didn’t even want to see him tonight. But the more you curse, the more tired you get. And somewhere between telling him to go to hell and calling him an idiot, you stop fighting. Your hands go limp against his chest, and you let yourself sink into his arms, still stubborn, still mad, but warm now. Weak to the way he holds you like he means it.

“You don’t know how much you pissed me off, Jeon Jungkook,” you mutter against his shoulder, your voice sharp but your body already betraying you.

His grip loosens slightly, just enough for him to press a soft kiss to the side of your neck. Then another. And another. Slow, warm, and way too gentle for how mad you are. Goosebumps erupt on your skin like your body’s already forgotten you’re mad.

You bite the inside of your cheek, trying not to melt, but then he looks at you, and goddamn, those eyes. Dark. Hungry. Unapologetically his.

The air between you shifts. Heavy. Charged.

And fuck it.

You grab him by the back of the neck and crash your lips onto his. Hard and essy. His hands slide down your back, guiding you closer like he’s been dying to feel you again. You clutch his shoulders, your fingers digging in as his mouth moves against yours with that same desperate apology in every kiss.

Then his tongue slides into your mouth and he sucks on your bottom lip.

You gasped as his kisses traveled down to your neck, finding yourself desperate for air as he continued to tease and excite you with his touch. He pressed himself firmly against you, holding onto you as he left a mark on your neck, claiming you. You barely had time to catch your breath before he was back at your lips, kissing you with a fervor.

He pulled back just long enough to speak, his voice coming out in a low whine as he apologized once again. "I'm so sorry, baby," he murmured, his lips finding yours once more.

A shiver ran through you as you felt yourself growing hotter, your underwear already starting to cling to you. Without warning, he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you into the bedroom, the door closing behind him, and he laid you down on the bed, his hands still gripping your thighs as he continued to kiss you, his body pressing you into the mattress.

The two of you were locked in a moment of silence, both of you gasping for air as he hovered over you, his body a beautiful display of his muscles. His skin is glistening in the dim light, every line of his abs clearly defined as you gaze at him with hungry eyes. He peels off your top and then your shorts, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. His gaze roams your body, making your stomach clench. He bites his bottom lip, the gesture making you shiver, before he slowly leans in, capturing your lips in a kiss.

You break the kiss, intending to sound annoyed, but the words come out more like a plea. "This is your idea of a celebration?" you say, your voice low and breathless.

He grins at your tone, his fingers gently tracing your cheek. "Maybe it is, maybe it's not," he replies, his smirk growing wider. 

He slowly unclasps the bra you're wearing, letting it fall to the floor. Before you can even catch your breath, his mouth is on your breast, warm and hungry. You gasp loudly, twisting your legs restlessly as his tongue begins to lick your right nipple.

You couldn't tear your eyes away from the sight of him between your breasts. His cheeks hollowed out as he sucked on your nipple. The desperation in his movements was turning you on like a goddamn bitch.

He traced circles around your hard nipples with his thumbs, the sensation driving you wild. Suddenly, his eyes snapped up to meet yours, a hunger burning in his gaze. 

"You fucking love it, don't you?" he whispered, biting his lower lip as he watched your chest heave with each breath.

When you nod, he pinches your nipples harder, rolling them between his fingers until you let out a moan that's half pleasure, half desperation. 

"Say it," he demands again, his voice low and rough. “Tell me how much you fucking love it.”

“I love.. i-it!”

He continues to suck your nipples, his hips grinding against yours in slow circles as if they have minds of their own. Even through his pants, you can feel his dick growing harder by the second.

“Damn, you're already so fucking wet." He chuckles playfully, licking his fingers, then he spreads your legs aggressively, baring your pussy right in front of him.

"Fuck, you taste so good," he murmurs against your clit, his tongue swirling and flicking. Each lick sends shocks through your body. Every moan feels like an explosion inside.

He spreads your pussy lips wide with his fingers, exposing you completely. His tongue laps at your entire pussy, starting from your hole up to your clit. You're too overwhelmed with pleasure to even look at him anymore. All you can do is feel.

He curls his fingers inside you, hitting that spot that makes your legs shake. His tongue is still working overtime on your clit, sucking and licking, leaving you breathless. You're a mess of moans, and your tits are bouncing with each thrust of his fingers.

As you sensed the orgasm building up inside, you instinctively reached down to help Jungkook rub your clit. But before you could cum, he stopped abruptly.

"Jungkook!" You cried out in frustration, body aching with anticipation. But before you could even process what was happening, his lips crashed down on you to kiss you. He pinned your hands above your head, holding you as he devoured your mouth.

"You're not going to cum yet, babe," he whispered, his voice low and commanding. With a swift motion, he removed his pants, revealing his massive, thick cock. Veins bulged beneath the surface, making your heart race even faster.

Still pinned beneath him, you felt his left hand slide onto your side, while his right hand pressed into the bed and his left foot dug into the floor, supporting his weight. Jungkook began to rub his erection in front of you, his eyes burning as he gazed at you.

You bit down on the inside of your cheeks, eyes fixed on Jungkook as he stroked himself in front of you. Your gaze locked, the tension between the two of you is visible. Your thighs instinctively pressed together, the friction making you even more aroused as you watched him.

Without breaking eye contact, Jungkook slowly lowered his dick, pressing it against your pussy. He teased you, moving his it up and down, the wetness making it easy for him to glide against you, as you dug your fingers into the bed mattress.

"I'm still amazed by how my cock fits into your tight pussy," he whispered, his voice husky. His words sent shivers down your spine as he continued to rub against you.

Suddenly, you grabbed his arm and pulled him beside you. In a swift motion, you straddled him, taking control. Jungkook's eyes widened in surprise, but they quickly lit up with excitement as he stared at your body hovering above him.

A smirk spread across Jungkook's face as he licked his lips. "My baby wants to be on top tonight, huh?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

You shot him a determined look. "After how you pissed me off today, I'm not letting you call the shots tonight." With that, you positioned yourself between his legs, thighs spreading wide as you slowly rubbed your pussy against his erect dick. Jungkook's head threw back, his eyes closed in pleasure, as he bit down on his bottom lip.

He propped himself up on the headboard, his gaze fixed on you as you teasingly rubbed your pussy against his dick, coating it with your wetness. With deliberate slowness, you guided his massive cock into your pussy, taking your time as you adjusted to its size. A soft moan escaped your lips as the initial discomfort gave way to pleasure, and you finally felt comfortable with him inside you.

Jungkook’s gaze burned with a mix of awe and hunger. "You're so fucking gorgeous, Y/N," he moaned, his breath uneven.

You braced yourself by placing your hands on your sides, then began to bounce on his cock. Your mouth fell open, a gasp escaping you.

The room was dim, the storm outside throwing shadows across the walls. Even in the half-light, you could see the raw intensity in Jungkook’s eyes, locked on you as if he couldn’t look away. Every roll of thunder seemed to match the rhythm of your body, blending with his deep moans that pushed you to move faster.

"FUCK, Y/N! Baby, don't stop," he gasped, his voice breaking with desperation. His tone only fueled your desire, driving you to ride him harder and faster.

As the thunderstorm rages outside, you let out a moan. He pulls back, craving your lips, and sucks on your nipples, sending you into a madness.

He then devours your breasts with his tongue, his eyes burning with hunger and desire as he faces you.

"Baby, I need to capture this," he growls, his lips brushing against yours, his tongue getting deeper. He breaks away, gasping, "Let's film this, please?"

As you feel the heat rising, you give a slight nod. Without hesitation, he reaches for his phone, opens the camera, and presses record. He positions it on the bedside table, capturing the perfect angle of the two of you.

Being filmed in intimate moments wasn't foreign to you. He'd been doing it for a while now. You got used to it, thinking it was just his little habit. You didn’t mind, because you trusted him and let him have what he wanted.

His hands held your waist, guiding your movements as he sucked your skin. His lips and tongue roam across your neck, breasts, and every inch of your upper body, sending shivers down your spine. 

As you moved in perfect sync, you sensed that he was about to cum. He grasped your thighs, his fingers digging deep, and thrust himself into you with intensity. Your moans grew louder, echoing the intensity of his movements.

"Babe, I'm getting close," he whispered, his voice laced with urgency. "Suck me, please." He begged.

Without hesitation, you broke free from his embrace, and he lifted himself up. You shifted back, aligning your head with his cock, and took him in.

His massive dick stretched your limits, only halfway fitting in your mouth. You countered by using your hand to coax the rest, working in with your lips.

"Baby, don't stop, please! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he moaned, his head thrown back, a sight that only increases your arousal. You couldn't help but pleasure yourself with your free hand, the sensation building as you sucked.

But nothing prepared you for what came next. With a sudden jolt, he thrust his hips, destroying your mouth, and you felt a burst of panic as you struggled to catch your breath. Yet, you continue, determined to see him cum.

His release came with a raw, thunderous moan. Cum filled your mouth in a rush, and he pulled back, stroking himself urgently until every last cum left his body.

He grabbed his phone next, zooming in to capture your face.

“Goddamn, baby girl,” he panted, still filming as he continued to stroke himself dry.

With a firm but tender hand, he lifted your head, dragging his cum across your lips and urging you to take it in.

"Swallow them all, baby. C'mon," he murmured, his voice low and satisfied.

As the last droplet of his cum disappeared down your throat, he remained frozen, admiring your used and exhausted face. The camera had stopped rolling, but his fascination lingered. His fingers gently stroked your cheeks, tracing the contours of your gasping features. 

“So much beauty, baby.” He said, caressing your face.

He guided you back against the headboard, then got up to switch on the lamp and grab the tissues and wipes from your drawer. By the time he returned, you were leaning there with your head resting back, eyes heavy with sleep. The sight of you like that made him pause; it was something he could never get tired of. Worn out, messy, completely undone because of him. And the more he looked, the more it stirred something deeper inside him.

“What are you gonna do?” you asked, your voice low and worn out. He sat beside you, pulling out a baby wipe before dragging it slowly across your face, cleaning the remaining cum he left behind. His dick twitched hard in his hand, aching to fuck your mouth again.

“Cleaning you up,” he murmured, his voice low as he gently dragged the wipe across your face. When he was done, he grabbed a tissue, dabbing softly until your skin was dry. You looked spent. Eyes heavy, body slack, but he wasn’t even halfway through with what he wanted from you.

The moment he tossed the tissue aside, your gazes locked. That alone was enough to thicken the air between you. He leaned in without hesitation, his mouth crashing onto yours. You kissed him back, slowly.

“C’mon, baby. We’re just getting started,” he teased against your lips, his voice playful. He shifted behind you without breaking the kiss, spreading his legs wide so you were seated snugly between them. His hand slid up, fingers squeezing your tits, while the other drifted lower, parting your thighs and finding your pussy.

He rubbed you slowly, deliberately, until your body trembled. Breaking the kiss, he brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them wet before sliding back down to your clit. The slick glide made you gasp, a shaky moan slipping past your lips.

“A-ahhh…” The sound alone was enough to make his dick leak, throbbing with the urge to take you apart all over again.

Once he felt how soaked you were, he slid two fingers inside without hesitation. Your back arched instantly, a cry spilling out of you as his other hand kept working your tits, rolling and pinching until your moans broke into shameless sounds.

Not wanting to miss a second, he grabbed his phone with his free hand, angling it in front of you. The camera had the perfect view, the way his fingers pumped into your pussy, the way your body writhed against him. With a quick tap, the red light blinked on.

“Jun–Jungkook… you–fuck!” you gasped, words tumbling over themselves as he picked up the pace, driving into you harder. The slick sounds between your thighs filled the room, your body already trembling with release.

He leaned close, lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “What was that again, baby?” His voice was a low tease before his mouth closed around your earlobe, sucking it slow while his fingers pushed you right to the edge.

Your back arched high as he shoved another finger inside you, fucking you harder and faster. The pressure was overwhelming, your body twitching with every thrust. It was too much, the kind of pleasure that bordered on pain, making you whimper and try to pull away only for him to grab you and hold you down every time you tried to escape.

“Babe, fuck!” you screamed, the sound raw and broken as wave after wave of overstimulation tore through you. He only smirked, watching the way your pussy clenched around his fingers, completely addicted to how wrecked you were beneath his touch.

You could feel it coming, the pressure building until it was unbearable. You tried to pull back, but he only pushed harder, slipping his fingers out and attacking your clit with rough, relentless circles. The only thing that tore out of you was his name, moaned over and over.

“Yes, baby. Cum for me. Cum,” he whispered, voice low and commanding.

The storm outside roared as you finally broke, screaming when a rush of wet heat burst from your body. It poured out of you, messy and uncontrollable, while he kept rubbing your clit and teasing your nipples, forcing every last drop from you.

You squirted so much it left you shaking, body drained and trembling, lungs struggling for air. He slowed only then, covering your damp skin with soft kisses, worshipping the mess he had made of you.

“Fuck, baby… you’re so hot,” he breathed, covering your face and neck with lazy kisses.

You couldn’t even lift a finger anymore. Your body was spent, limp against his chest. All you could do was melt into him as he carefully cleaned you up, each gentle touch a sharp contrast to the way he had just ruined you.

It had been too much. Your body wrecked, your lungs burning, but you loved every second of it. You loved him for it. Because no one knew how to push you, break you, and please you the way he did.

The night had finally settled. The wild winds, thunder, and flashes of lightning had quieted, leaving only the soft patter of rain fading against the windows. Wrapped in your duvet, you slept soundly, your breaths deep and steady.

Beside you, Jungkook lay awake. Sleep never even crossed his mind; his attention was far too consumed with something else entirely.

The two of you had already showered together after your earlier rounds. Though, of course, even in the shower, he couldn’t keep his hands off you. And yet, somehow, it still wasn’t enough. No matter how many times he touched you, tasted you, had you, it only ever made him crave you more.

Tonight was no different. If anything, it was worse.

You lay beneath the thick comforter, the rise and fall of your breathing slow with sleep. But all Jungkook could think about was the satin white nightgown you had slipped into before bed, his favorite, the one that clung to you just right. The thought of you wearing it now, so close beside him, was enough to make him hard all over again.

Jungkook’s thumb hovered over the screen as the video of you he took played again, your moans echoing low in the dark room. His chest tightened each time you whimpered his name, every sound burrowing deep into him until his dick throbbed painfully against his palm.

“Jun–Jungkook… you–fuck!”

He bit down on his lower lip, groaning under his breath as he heard you curse. His hand had already slipped beneath the waistband of his sweats without him realizing, his palm wrapping around his dick, stroking slowly as his eyes stayed locked on you. But then, his gaze flicked sideways toward the real thing.

You were right there beside him, curled up under the duvet, breathing softly and evenly in sleep. The contrast made his head spin. There you were, peaceful and untouched, while on his phone, you were a trembling mess falling apart for him. He groaned at the thought, his hand tightening around his length.

The video ended, but he instantly replayed it, searching for that perfect moment. Again and again, he let it loop, each repeat making him burn hotter. And when even that wasn’t enough, he zoomed in on your face. Your eyes, your parted lips, the way you looked wrecked from just his fingers, and it only drove him closer to the edge.

He had already pulled his dick free, stroking it lazily while his phone glowed in the dark. On screen, you twitch beneath him, lips parted, moans spilling out. He couldn’t even remember when the habit started. When filming you during your most vulnerable moments became a necessity rather than a whim. All he knew was that he was grateful. Grateful you trusted him enough, grateful you never questioned the way his hands always reached for his phone, desperate to capture you.

Now, it was his addiction. His treasure.

It wasn’t enough to keep those files tucked away, untouched. No, he watched them daily, like a ritual, as if your pleasure was medicine keeping him alive. Tonight was no different. With a shaky breath, he swiped through his gallery. His private album glared back at him, a collection built carefully over time. Videos, photos, even the ones you shyly sent him when you missed him too much. He saved them all. He never missed a single one.

Every pixel, every sound, every look, you were his obsession, and he craved you more with each passing second.

His hands sped up the moment he stumbled across a video you’d sent him before. It was just a casual outfit check, nothing special, but the way that bodycon dress clung to your curves had him groaning before he even realized it. You looked impossibly hot, every line of your body showcased perfectly, and just standing there, showing off your outfit to the camera, you made him ache to fuck you raw.

This wasn’t new. Almost every day, if he had a moment alone, he’d stroke himself while watching you. He didn’t care that it was becoming an addiction because, in reality, he had already crossed the line. He wasn’t addicted to the videos. He was addicted to you.

As he neared his release, he pulled up his favorite video of you. Him fingering you from behind, and the screen caught the perfect angle of your face and pussy. Your moans and screams echoed through the room, your body twitching uncontrollably, and he couldn’t take his eyes off it.

He pumped faster, chasing the climax that had been building for him all night. The video of him fingering you, synced with the reality of his own hands, pushed him over the edge. When it finally happened, a hot rush of cum spilled from him, messy and unstoppable, while the video still played of your wet, desperate body climaxing.

In his insanity, he accidentally dropped his phone, the screen still capturing you in motion, while he groaned and shuddered, a fresh cum spilling across his abdomen. Even as his body shook from release, his eyes never left you, sleeping peacefully beside him as he rode out the last waves of his orgasm.

“Fuck…” he cursed, chest heaving, exhausted and spent from the intensity of it all.

He lay there, breathing hard, chest still rising and falling as he tried to calm down. The room was quiet. Too quiet except for the sound of his heartbeat in his ears and your steady breathing beside him. You were fast asleep, completely out of it, and that only made him more restless.

He stayed like that for a while, staring at the ceiling, waiting for sleep to come. But it didn’t. It was already past two in the morning, and his body was wired, wide awake.

So he turned his head, eyes landing on you. The way your chest rose and fell. The soft mess of your hair against the pillow. The little part in your lips as you breathed. And just like that, it hit him all over again. Why was he even here tonight, in your apartment, in your bed, with his thoughts spinning and his body still aching?

Yesterday was supposed to be your 2nd anniversary. Supposed to be. But instead of celebrating, you were stuck inside because of the storm and because of him. He knew it was his fault. No excuses this time.

He’d been wrapped up with his friends the day before, careless, not thinking about how important yesterday was supposed to be. He didn’t plan it out properly, or give you anything solid to look forward to. And when the storm hit, it only made everything worse.

The truth? He did have something planned. Just… not for the actual date. He’d secretly booked a trip to Thailand, a way to celebrate the anniversary in his own style. But it wasn’t until 10 days from now, and he hadn’t told you yet. He only made the reservation last week, while you were drowning in work, and he thought surprising you later would make it special.

But he knew that didn’t change a thing. It didn’t erase how thoughtless he’d been. It didn’t excuse the way he acted with you. And it sure as hell didn’t make up for the attitude he brought to your anniversary.

He turned his head and let his eyes settle on you, lost in the rhythm of your steady breathing. You had no idea what he’d done just hours ago. No idea how wrecked he’d left you before sleep pulled you under.

You looked so damn peaceful now. Like an angel. Soft. Innocent. Sweet. Nothing like the way you sounded when he had you begging earlier.

He shifted closer, slow and careful, until his face hovered inches from yours. The back of his fingers brushed gently against your cheek, tracing down your skin like he was memorizing you all over again.

He didn’t pull back. He couldn’t. He just kept watching you, caught up in every little detail. The rise and fall of your chest. The way your lashes rested against your skin. He even found himself counting them like some lovesick fool.

The blanket was pulled up to your shoulders, leaving just enough for him to follow with his touch. From your cheek, down the line of your jaw, and lower, until he was tracing the curve of your shoulder. He waited, half-expecting you to flinch, to stir, to pull away.

But you didn’t. You stayed perfectly still, lost in your dreams.

He moved closer, face just inches from yours, and carefully tucked a few loose strands of hair away. Your name slipped from his lips in a whisper. But nothing. You didn’t even twitch.

He chuckled low under his breath, pressing a finger against your nose just to see if you’d stir. Still nothing.

And then, almost without realizing it, he pulled the comforter down. His eyes widened the second he caught sight of your tits spilling free, heavy and perfect, resting there like they were begging for him.

His dick twitched instantly, pressing hard against the fabric of his sweats.

You were lying on your side in his favorite nightgown, the one that clung to your body in all the right ways. The thin straps had slipped off your shoulder, leaving your arms and chest completely exposed as you slept soundly beside him.

‘Fuck. She’s fucking hot.’ 

His hand hovered, then gave in, tracing down your arm, knuckles brushing soft skin, as he shoved the last of the comforter away from your body.

He froze the moment you shifted, a soft groan slipping from your lips as you rolled onto your side. His whole body went rigid like someone had dumped a bucket of ice over him, hand still hanging in the air where your skin had been just seconds ago.

He waited. One second. Two. Five.

Your breathing evened out again, steady and deep. Still asleep.

This time, your back was to him, the comforter pushed down, leaving your body on display. His jaw tightened because fuck, your nightgown barely covered you, satin riding up high enough that the curve of your ass was outlined perfectly in the dim light. That little slip of fabric was useless. He could see everything.

Without hesitation, he inched closer until his chest pressed against your back. His hand found your shoulder, resting there, before sliding down slowly. He buried his face in your hair, inhaling the faint, sweet scent of your shampoo, then dragged his nose along the curve of your neck.

“Goddamn…” he whispered against your skin, his cock straining as heat surged through him all over again.

You smelled so fucking sweet. So soft, so sexy that it made his head spin. The more he breathed you in, the more he lost himself in the thought of just taking you right now. Didn’t matter that you were unconscious. If anything, that only made his dick twitch harder. He wanted it. He wanted you like this, raw and helpless in his arms.

His lips were already betraying him, pressing slow, desperate pecks along your neck and down to your shoulder. His hand slid lower without him realizing, brushing across your stomach, feeling the warmth of your skin through the thin nightgown. Every inch of you was so fucking addicting.

His right arm locked tight around your torso, pulling you flush against him, while his other hand wandered to your thighs. He traced up, slow and teasing, until his fingers hovered right at your core.

“Fuck…” he breathed, his teeth dragging lightly over your skin.

You were so fucking soft. So easy to mold under his touch. And right then, all he wanted was to ruin you. To break you down piece by piece until you couldn’t help but give in to him.

You let out a soft moan, pressing your back into his touch without even realizing it. That tiny sound nearly made him lose his fucking mind. Just the way you breathed against him was enough to make him want to cum right there.

“Baby…” he whispered into your ear, voice low and needy, almost a whimper, as his hips rocked forward. He ground his hard dick against your back, letting the friction drive him deeper into the madness. His fingers slid lower, brushing over the thin fabric of your panties.

His hand roamed higher, cupping your tits and giving them a slow squeeze. He rolled your nipples between his fingers, teasing them, rubbing until they hardened under his touch. You didn’t stir. You didn’t resist. And that only turned him on more.

The thought of being buried inside you while you were still asleep sent a rush through his veins that was almost unbearable. He wanted to ruin you like this, claim every inch of you without you even realizing. He even thought about reaching for his phone, filming every second like he had before. But he couldn’t bring himself to pull away, not even for that. He was already too far gone, too obsessed with every little thing he was doing to you.

“I love you so much… I love you, Y/N.” The words spilled out of him in a broken whisper, over and over, like a prayer he couldn’t stop chanting. He was so fucking gone for you. Down bad in every way.

He slid the strap of your nightgown off your shoulder, lowering his head to press slow kisses on your bare skin. His lips trailed down while his hands kept exploring every inch of your body, mapping you like he didn’t already know you by heart. All the while, his hips kept grinding into you, his dick straining hard against your back.

When his fingers drifted lower, he froze. You were wet. Even in your sleep, your body was reacting to him, and that was all it took to push him past the edge. He pulled his dick out, thick and throbbing, and slid it between your thighs. The soft fabric of your panties pressed against him as he started fucking the space between them, grinding through the heat of your core.

His hand gripped your ass, guiding you against him, making sure he felt every bit of you as he thrust. The pace picked up fast, each movement sharper, hungrier. You bounced with the force of his rhythm, his dick gliding perfectly between your thighs while he groaned your name like he couldn’t get enough.

His dick slid between your thighs again, and the second he felt that wetness seeping through your panties, he nearly lost it. The friction was fucking perfect, your soft heat wrapped around him even if he wasn’t inside you.

He pressed his face into your neck, groaning low as his hips snapped forward again, grinding hard into that spot where your thighs squeezed him tight. 

“Fuck, baby… you feel so good,” he whispered against your skin.

He started slow, dragging his dick back and forth between your thighs, letting the swollen head nudge your clit through the fabric of your panties. Each thrust cover more of your wetness along him, and he swore he could drown in it. His hand slid around your waist, pulling you back tighter against him, while the other guided your thigh higher so he could fuck you even deeper between them. The motion made your ass bounce against his hips, and he nearly came right there.

“Shit—fuck—” he hissed, biting down on your shoulder to muffle the sound. He was grinding faster now, rutting against you like a man possessed, but every time he got close, he forced himself to slow down, dragging it out because he wanted to lose himself in this. In you.

His lips trailed up to your ear, sucking on your lobe as his hips rolled, his dick still sliding between your thighs. This time, his fingers slipped under your panties, brushing against your folds before sliding inside. The moment he felt how wet you already were, something in him snapped. Sanity gone, replaced with raw need.

“A-aahh… J-jungkook…” 

The sound left you in a soft, unconscious moan, and his chest hammered so hard it almost hurt. His whole body froze, eyes wide, breath shuddering.

Hearing your voice, hearing his name, tore the last bit of control from him. His forehead dropped to your shoulder, his dick twitching violently between your thighs as a broken sound ripped from his throat. It was too much. You were too much. That one moan sent him straight to heaven and back, and he didn’t know how the fuck he was supposed to survive you.

His hips grind against your folds, sliding through the slickness he’s already pulled out of you. Every thrust makes him groan because you’re wetter with each pass, and the fact that your body answers him even in sleep is driving him insane. 

“I love you… I love you so much, baby,” he whispers, words breaking apart into whimpers as his mouth clings to your neck. He sucks hard enough to leave marks. He doesn’t even care if you wake. In fact, fuck. He wants you to. He wants you to open your eyes and see exactly how far gone he is for you.

His lips trail across your shoulder, tasting your skin, biting down softly before catching your earlobe between his teeth. He drags you closer, clutching you like you might slip away at any second. His thrusts grow messier, needier, his free hand roaming greedily. He palms your breast, pinching your nipple, then strokes lower, sliding down your belly, brushing over your thighs. He squeezes, caresses, and then drags his hand up again in slow strokes.

God, you feel too good. So fucking perfect it makes him dizzy. Every curve, every sound, every unconscious shift of your body feeds the obsession clawing at his chest. You’re his addiction, and it’s driving him out of his mind.

“Uhh—nghh…”

The sound slips from you, soft and needy. 

It tears a whimper out of him. Fuck. Hearing you respond, even half-asleep, snaps something in him. He grinds harder, faster, his hips rutting against you as if he could bury himself through sheer will. He doesn’t even notice when your panties slip lower, baring you. He only realizes when the thick head of his cock drags through your soaked folds.

He bites down on his lip, wrapping you tighter in his arms like he’s afraid you’ll vanish, and angles himself without thinking. He hadn’t meant to. Not yet, not like this, but he’s too far gone. Too high on the way you feel. With one desperate push, he sinks inside, gasping at the hot, wet pull of you around him.

“Fuck, Y/N…” he groans, forehead pressed to your shoulder as his body shudders. You’re so wet. So ready that you take him in too easily. His dick throbs, aching as your hips shift, your ass pressing back against him instinctively. When he finally dares to glance at your face, you’re frowning in your sleep, breaths coming heavy and uneven.

That was it. The last thread of control in him snapped, and Jungkook started thrusting into you slowly at first, then harder, chasing the heat that swallowed him whole. Each push made him groan, low and broken, like he couldn’t believe how good you felt wrapped around him.

“Uhh—Jungkook…”

Your voice. Soft. Groggy. His eyes shot to your face instantly, heart slamming against his ribs. Your lashes fluttered, lids threatening to lift, and for a split second, panic stabbed through him. But instead of stopping, the panic only twisted into something darker and hotter. Excitement ran through his veins. You were waking up. You’d feel him. You’d know.

His fingers laced through yours, pressing your hands into the sheets. He held them tight, almost desperately, watching every twitch of your face as his hips moved against you. You didn’t pull away. You didn’t push him off. Instead, your body answered, clenching around his dick.

“Fuck—yes, baby, just like that…” he choked, rutting deeper, losing himself in the way your cunt gripped him.

Then, without opening your eyes, you tugged his hand closer and pressed a lazy kiss to his knuckles. His breath caught. You were awake enough to kiss him, to let him keep fucking into you.

And it made him lose his mind.

“Y/N… baby…” His voice cracked into a groan as he buried his face in your neck, breathing you in like he was drowning. His hands hooked under your thighs, forcing them open, dragging them up around his waist so he could fuck deeper. And god, he did, slamming into you, every thrust harder and desperate.

Your body jolted with each push, your moans spilling out. He locked one of your wrists above your head, using the leverage to pound into you harder, while his other hand was busy circling your clit. Fast, ruthless, making you squirm under him.

“Fuck, that’s it—take it, baby, fuck—” His teeth clenched as your cunt squeezed him, dripping so much it made his dick slide in wet, filthy sounds that only drove him crazier. 

You gripped him, holding on tight, your hips rolling back to meet his thrusts. The way you moaned. Broken and needy had him losing it completely.

His mouth crashed onto yours, tongue pushing deep, like he needed to own every single part of you. The kiss was sloppy, starved, wet like he hadn’t tasted you in years. He groaned into your mouth, fucking you raw, grinding his cock against the soft spot inside you while his fingers kept punishing your clit.

“Y/N…” he whimpered, thrusts slamming harder. “Baby, I love you so fucking much.” His mouth crushed against yours, a violent, messy kiss, his tongue fucking your mouth the same way his cock fucked you.

Your only answer was a broken cry of his name, your voice too wrecked to form words.

“Say it… Fuck, say you love me too,” he begged against your throat, biting down hard enough to leave marks.

“I love… you… ahhh, Jungkook!”

Hearing it snapped what little control he had left. He drove into you with force, his hips pounding like he was trying to ruin you, his hand working your clit. Your body writhed under him, moans spilling out louder, raw, overstimulated, as he pushed you past the edge again and again.

“Say my name again… please, baby,” his voice cracked, thin and desperate.

You obeyed, moaning his name over and over, each cry pulling him deeper. His pace turned brutal, every thrust sharp, his fingers grinding your clit until your body shook under him.

His abs tightened, his grip on your hand as he lost control. “Fuck—baby, I’m cumming, I’m fucking cumming—Y/N!” he shouted, chanting your name like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

He clung to you like he’d fall apart without you, hips slamming hard enough that the sound of your bodies colliding filled the room. His arms hooked under your thighs, spreading you wide open as he drove in deeper, desperate not to let go.

You felt it. The rush of his cum spilling inside you. Warm and heavy as his body trembled. He groaned into your mouth, kissing you messily, swallowing your moans as he fucked every drop deeper, refusing to let a single drop escape.

Even after he was spent, he didn’t pull out. His tongue tangled with yours, biting at your lips, sucking your tongue like he still couldn’t get enough. Slowly, his thrusts softened, his roughness easing into something tender as his hands smoothed over your skin.

Your hips rolled against him until his cock slipped out, and his hand was already there, rubbing your clit, dragging your slick all over before sliding two fingers deep inside you. His tongue tangled with yours, kissing you like he needed your breath to live, while his fingers fucked up into you hard and fast.

“Fuck, Jungkook!” you cried, your thighs trembling as his free hand latched onto your breast, twisting your nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

He pulled his fingers out just to slap your clit, then rubbed it furiously, and your body snapped. A scream ripped from your throat as hot streams burst out of you, soaking his hand, his abs, even the sheets beneath. The sound of it hitting the bed was filthy, obscene, and Jungkook moaned against your shoulder like he was addicted to it.

“Yes, baby, soak me. Fuck, you’re so messy for me,” he growled, still rubbing your swollen clit until more liquid gushed out, dripping down your thighs, spilling onto the mattress. 

By the time the last wave hit, you were shaking violently in his arms, your pussy still twitching around nothing. His drenched fingers rested over your swollen folds, smearing your cum over your skin while he kissed your neck, your jaw, your shoulders. 

“I love you, Y/N. I’m so fucking in love with you,” he whispered over and over, voice shaky, lips pressed against every inch of your skin.

His chest was still heaving, skin damp with sweat, but his lips softened the second he looked down at you. The marks he left all over your body. To your shoulder, the swell of your breast, the curve of your neck, he kissed them one by one. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered between kisses. “I’m sorry for yesterday. For not planning shit. For making you feel like I didn’t care. You deserve so much more than me showing up empty-handed on our anniversary.”

And yet, god, he was selfish. Because even after wrecking you, all he wanted was to keep you in his arms, to hold you tighter until you forgave him. He pressed his face into your neck, breathing you in. He was obsessed, and he knew it.

Then, true to who he was, Jungkook broke the heavy silence with a crooked grin. “Though, to be fair… angry anniversary sex is still anniversary sex, right?”

You smacked his chest weakly, rolling your eyes, but the corners of your lips curved despite yourself. “You’re such an idiot.”

He laughed softly, holding you tighter. “Yeah, but I’m your idiot.”

You smacked his chest, and when he heard your small laugh, relief flooded through him. He brushed your hair off your damp forehead, thumb stroking your cheek, his expression vulnerable in a way you didn’t see often.

“Truth is,” he admitted quietly, “I was scared you’d think I wasn’t enough. That I keep fucking things up. So I overcompensate and try to wing it, but then I just… disappoint you more.” He paused, his voice dropping even lower. “I actually booked something for us. It’s a trip to Thailand. 10 days from now. I wanted to surprise you, but you’ve been so busy, and I thought maybe it wasn’t the right time to dump it on you. So I kept my mouth shut.”

You stared at him, stunned, as his thumb kept tracing your skin nervously like he was bracing for rejection. “You did that?”

He nodded, lips pressing together. “Yeah. Doesn’t excuse yesterday. I know I fucked up. But I just… I don’t ever want you to doubt how much I love you.”

When you pulled away, he was already moving, grabbing a warm towel from the bathroom. He cleaned you up carefully. He pressed the towel gently between your thighs and wiped your skin. He grabbed water, helped you drink, then slipped back under the covers with you, pulling you against his chest.

The two of you lie tangled together, his hand tracing slow circles on your back. The air smelled like rain and sweat and something warm you couldn’t name.

“Do you hate me a little less now?” he teased quietly.

You chuckled against his skin. “Maybe.”

“Maybe’s better than no,” he said. 

For a long while, silence filled the room. But even in silence, his mind was loud. He pressed his face into your hair, voice muffled but firm.

“I’ll spend the rest of my life making up for every time I’ve let you down,” he whispered. 

It was a truth he’d already decided on: he’d never let you slip away.

-

FIRST LEG: ACROSS THE US

mister cute guy with the white jacket

that one time popstar yn surprised everyone by inviting her live band’s bass guitarist with her on stage for a performance.

have you ever tried this one?

that time popstar!yn and bassist!yoongi had a very intense staring contest throughout the whole concert.

from your point of view

that time bassist!yoongi thinks popstar!yn is not that versatile when performing her songs. (alternative: that time bassist!yoongi made popstar!yn cry— unintentionally!)

an awful good girl

 that time in december of their tour where popstar!yn sang while sitting on santa’s lap. (but who’s santa anyway?)

cont.: santa, tell me that time in december when popstar!yn and bassist!yoongi agreed to do something.

what do the lonely do at christmas

that time when popstar!yn found herself on bassist!yoongi's bed on a cold December morning.

THE LATE LATE SHOW TAKEOVER

that time in december where popstar!yn takes over the late, late show along with her band to celebrate her ep’s release. (alternative plot: that time yn interviewed her bassist, yoongi live)

AFTERPARTY: quite an impression

 that time when the afterparty left quite an impression on the not-so-friendly relationship between the popstar and her bassist.

cont.: bad idea that time where popstar finds herself in a strange situation with her bassist right after the afterparty.

SECOND LEG: ACROSS ASIA & AUSTRALIA

PICKUP THE PACE

that time when the tour resumes after a month-long holiday break and you and yoongi are not really talking.

anyone but you

that time on tour where the popstar would talk with everyone in the tour except her bassist, Yoongi. the one she cannot stop thinking about.

all i really want

that time where popstar is getting haunted at february.

a simple complication that time on tour where the tables have turned and yoongi won’t even try to speak with popstar.

say goodnight and go

that time when everyone seemed to be doing something on valentine’s day and the popstar and her bassist have all the time with their single asses.

when did you get hot?

that time where popstar is showing her producer/bassist her new song and yoongi feels hot.

clock is tickin'

that time on tour where both popstar and yoongi keep on slipping.

man on willpower

that time on tour where popstar tries to understand how her bassist can be on willpower.

THIRD LEG: EUROPEAN TOUR

run down my thighs

that time popstar performed tears for the first time.

the boy is mine

that time when rumors about bassist!yoongi went around that popstar!yn cannot really stop herself from addressing it.

wanna try out some freaky positions?

that time popstar!yn is on her tour’s day two in paris, and fans are wondering if she’s finally doing the most requested position of all time. the one that may require her bassist (and rumored boyfriend), yoongi.

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Completely lost now where this was going, he stills his touch. Awkward and stiff, you make eye contact for what you are about to say.

He doesn’t understand the build up, he just wish you would say what it was. Maybe you had to take some time away from him due to your work.. he understood, he didn’t mind that.

"I think we should end our arrangement."

Oh. It’s so different from what he had just suspected, why does his heart feel like it just plummeted to another oblivion of nothing?

Taehyung doesn’t care, he’s undisciplined and chaotic with his very few next actions.

You need to leave. Freezing up, ready for his immediate impulse, because you know him like the back of your hand. The man picks you right off from his lap, rather rough and he would have time to regret on the meanness of it later.

He’s quick to pointing his hand open palm stiff and stern to the now sad wrinkled dress on the floor that laid lonely.

“Well, go on then.”

Your eyes looked at him pained, you had not a clue what his reaction really meant but you moved. Wiggling on your dress, back faced to him before looking once more to see his distracted stare. He is so out of it now, he doesn’t know.

“You understand.. right, Tae?” oh why must you speak so sweet to him using his shorten nickname in that especially nauseating sweet voice, even the way you are ending this is a million times nicer than he has ever ended a fling with a person.

“I do, bye.”

He’s being so mean, harsh and rude.

Taehyung hopes you won’t dwell on it or let it hurt your heart like it will to his very own.

But somehow he wants it to pain you, make you feel the same burn and ripping he feels in his chest right now. What did he do wrong?

“Goodbye Taehyung.” and that was it, the door clicked and so did his very front one. Left with the forbidden but likely delicious and perfect red velvet cake you’ve made, and a gift that sat perfectly next to it wrapped in his favorite color for wrapping paper on his kitchen island.

And indeed you had to make his favorite cake flavor, meaning you remembered the stupid detail when he told you on a night together.

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He remembers so clearly on the morning you stayed after for the first time coming over for six months. The two of you had lazed in his bed between tangled limbs and sheets “I will, I will protect you.” your lips dropped into a pout tracing your nimble finger over the man’s jaw.

How could you even say that when you leave him not much later, he doesn’t get it. This isn’t like you at all. Maybe being in pained denial he couldn’t accept the sore fact that someone made the first move on with abandonment.

You weren’t supposed to lie, it’s uncalled for and unacceptable. But even deep down the man knew he was being ignorant, he’s lied to many people to avoid hurt and it was his own field of career to lie if necessary.. that’s all you were trying to do.

The man can’t dare to muster up to think you have a bad bone in your little body that was filled of nothing less of kindness. But right now he won’t be rational with his assumptions.

He’s angry and selfish with dire need for your presence now all over again, no matter the situation that this is. But whatever really, big deal that you are gone. He will find someone else to fuck his life into, you are no different from any other living human with a hole.

…

He pauses.

Never mind that, fuck that. He deserves a good and perfect reason for why you did this.. leaving him in the dark, quite literally. Taehyung can't stand not talking to you even if he never took time to speak so much into your conversations. He still appreciated all of your efforts and presence you put into whatever what you had was, now it’s all fucking gone.

He used to act upon impulse when he would have multiple play things through out the month. But you, you make him stop to think. It makes him wrinkle his nose because he does not have a clue why you turn him to be this way. It’s simply you being you, no spell.. no great manipulation in your words. Just you.

In the beginning of this arrangement he was reluctant given the age gap, especially with the relation that you were a long time family client of his.

Once he became enthralled with someone.. he could say it took a lot to kill it.

You weren’t the only one that had the privilege, he’s turned thirty two this year and definitely doesn’t have enough fingers to count on with how many girls he has used up and nicely dumped off to the side — kindly.

Sparing the honest reason that he needs to focus on his career before weeks later he would latch claws into his new toy, it’s only painstakingly different now.

Much different because he had never held onto a “toy” for over a few months at a time, the man liked variety and trying new things. With you in the picture, it was sickening at the fact that he grew real attachment to every little thing about you. It made him want you more. While he is nothing great of the sort for you, he was only a warm body to give you what was desired. You gave him your body and time, in return he would give you lust driven pleasure.

He was the one who established what you two were from the great beginning, he was not allowed to feel betrayed and cheated. Someone could hate him and he would cackle at that, a girl could scream at the stoic man and he’d chuckle again. Once you lose his interest there is no winning him back, it's as if getting stuck in a never ending pit of quick sand that could swallow you in pitiful eyes. He thinks it’s valid to feel this way, he’s coming to terms with the whole ordeal of what all this was.

Being your damn family lawyer and you had met him when you were the young age of nineteen, a mere baby. It definitely took some time for him to be ok with the fact that he would end up fucking you almost weekly with your given age — he’s not a pervert.. right? But you were a mature girl as you grew up, he liked you for this reason.. different and good for whatever he wanted and still you set healthy boundaries not letting him walk over your toes.

Time will pass nicely, right? He will be fine and move on — find someone even better. A little reflecting won’t hurt his soul.

It has been a little over two months since the grouch for a man has seen you, turning slowly into the twentieth century version for Scrooge.

Promising himself each day he would not give in and call you, you will be the one to run back.

He’s been saying that to himself since the day you up and left.. now his very once high and wild ego was now dwindling day by day and he is pissed beyond belief, because wow, wowww. You really did leave him as if he planned to do the exact for you in the beginning of meeting with you, that was before he caught a liking and it was only for your body, of course.

Yes.. that’s what is was. It was only really your gorgeous body that gave him pleasure to see you again and again, never mind the fact of your amazing personality or one of a kind glowing aura that brought a sweet genuine smile on his usual crest fallen features.

Broken from his reverie he’s receiving a call, he’s been sat still buried in his office since six am. It’s how he gets through his days to not think about you or testing the waters of calling.

The phone clicks and clatters, he needs to get himself a new desk phone or better yet just buy another smartphone. Huffing and puffing, he inhales and exhales seeing the caller id.

“Hello, it’s been awhile sir.”

It’s your father, he has to fake a front for the sake of niceties and also being civil because your very own damn dad has been using the Kim’s for any law or business relations since Taehyung was probably born, he’ll complain and grumble later on to a nice white wall of his.

“Oh yes! Things have been crazed.”

Taehyung really wonders about that, a hotel tycoon can only get so wild and crazed.. right?

“Hmm, I understand. What can I help you with.”

“Ah, Mr Kim. let’s get down to it—“ the grinch for a man licks and licks his lips again out of great big habit, becoming nervous of the lingering for just how long it takes this man to get to a point. Many clicks and clattering over the other line.. the older would continue.

“So, I need to talk through some paperwork with you regarding about merging contracts.”

“Go on, sir.” he can’t be this vague.. come on. Shouldn’t he know better than to speak so small about important shit, god help his ticking time bomb for patience being not a virtue.

Ping

If silence could kill it would be deathly here and now, he receives the paper work faxed over. A skim and scan later — Taehyung feels his heart plummet to places beyond his comprehension.

It’s just so now, he realizes your father has been blabbering about whatever this whole time.

“What is this all for?”

His eyes ogle and ogle for more than a few times he could count, reading the bold letters of “Marital License and Contract Briefing.”

“Well if it wasn’t obvious, our dear y/n is going to get married next month. We have set her up with the perfect man who is a well respected hotelier heir, a perfect match for our family.”

Of course.. of course your father would set you up with a person that is in the same position of business as him, you probably had no word or real say in this. God, why does he feel wrath and anger. He wants to rip his hair out straight.

He should be happy for you, your new husband to be probably feels like home in his arms.

So much that he bets he mends you with warm healing long hugs, and utterly disgusting kind smiles that remind you of honey mixed into sweet vanilla, your very two favorite things.

He continued to offer your father a tight-lipped smile as if he could see him through the phone, briefly looking up from the contracts on his computer screen — faxed papers sitting nice and crisped on his desk. He thinks it’s best he ends this call now before he yells off.

“Ok sir, I’ll look over them and we will discuss the terms and things that will be strewn.”

“Oh that is great to hear! I invite you over tomorrow for tea, we will discuss all of the paperwork then. Yes?”

He won’t allow himself to think about that, he will agree just to get off this damn phone call.

“Yes sir, I’ll see you then, good night.”

Click.

He’s here, he can’t believe he actually came.

Sat in the way too high ceilings for a living area, he will blame it on why he feels this nauseated. God, he knows you live here obviously. It’s been your parents odd and traditional rule until you were ready to move out when they thought it was best, you always said that was why you still stayed with them. What he didn’t know was the bizarre underlying conditions were marriage.

“Ah Kim, here we are.” The meeting begins and ends with the blink of an eye.

It went awful in Taehyung’s eyes, he really didn’t want to hear about you getting married off for a great three hours. It left the man wanting to seethe and bite his mouth off until the older would finally shut up to take a puff or sip of liquor.

Then on he tried to laugh with your father.. even when it felt as if pearly teeth might crack with only how hard his jaw flexed shut.

Your father welcomes the man to stay over for only awhile longer, he won’t accept it, kindly.

He has to get going.. because someone (Taehyung) couldn’t handle on what all just happened. While the hag of your father thought it was a good idea to step out and take a call.

15 minutes before

It’s been minutes now and your father isn’t back, Taehyung decides to dwell around with his eyes to gawk at the various family portraits hung from generations before and other astray framed photographs of little you and family.

He has the urge to trace his finger along the frames but he won’t, definitely not now.

“Tae..?”

Like clockwork, Taehyung’s head cocks in nanoseconds to the spiraled staircase you stood by, gripping on the bar to keep stance.

You look gorgeous right now, still the same as before. He can’t help but let his eyes trail over your legs, he’s no better than any other man. He decides he can’t stare for much longer though, clearing his throat to cock his head off to the side in mimicking a fake neck crack.

“Hello.” he decides on, licking lips for the trillionth time and resting hands into pockets.

Your stare doesn’t stutter elsewhere, you copy him yourself — licking lips except only slower and more tantalizing. Or that’s how he sees it. He hated confrontation, one of his favorite things about you though.. is you’d ask too many questions every time you were around. He’d act like he hated it, but bathed in the attention and attentive wide eyes you once had all for him.

It’s only none of the many questions you’d ask would ever provoke the man to deflect, bother him up the wall and make him drop you soon later in his own sheer annoyance like usual. It’s happened to others, he’s an asshole but he could care less because at least he is honest.

Seeing you now gives him bitter sweetness for deja vu, the memory to when he saw you for the first time when you were eighteen — never having an ounce of interest in you then. You were a pesky teenager though, ogling the man like sweet candy for your taking. Nothing unusual he hadn’t encountered before.. only ever moving forward to do his job and ignore it.

That helped some.

Both of you finally interacted properly then when you were twenty, clear that you had matured fast and you were well with holding good conversation. While.. your dear father ran around with his head cut off like a chicken and leaving a bored lawyer Kim to wait for set business meetings to be done, you were lovely company at least.

Then somehow.. something happened, the day where he took your virginity in your childhood bathroom — it was your 21st birthday after all.

It was almost too universal how the world wanted you two to be alone at this awful time. But the moment happened so fast maybe too fast if he wants to dwell on it now, only once comforting the weeping girl that trembled in his arms to have you seconds under his grasp.

You had to, just had to look down at him with those puppy dog eyes choking a mere sob of “Am I not important.. is that what it is Tae?”

God he hated how you said his name, so sweet and quiet. Full of vulnerability and sadness.

He couldn’t allow a pretty girl like you, sobbing over something so minuscule on her birthday, he had a great plan of course. Comfort? No.

Fuck the sadness out of you, it will do you well.

It’s shameful at how he’s too old for your young sweet heart that still had much to see and live.. he’s nothing but rotten fruit at best.

But why did he want to stay selfishly so.

Your eyes did it in for him, they always did..

Corny and sappy he thinks.

He tries to move on with the passing thoughts of why do you need to be claimed now when he was starting to think he could have tried. He hopes you had at least one passing thought yourself of the what ifs and hows.

Present

All but nothing of silence settles between the two of you, no words are exchanged past that.

Eventually steps dissipate further from him to hear, you leave after the stare off you both shared — thankfully your father interrupts.

It’s been a few hours since you last saw him, you knew way before he was going to dial your phone. Doing exactly this, after your third attempt to ignore the countless calls you press accept to hear the expectant drawl of your name in stupor.

You’re sure he’s grinning dumb and widely boxy, almost as if youth takes over for these very small tipsy minutes. His vulnerability is clearly yours now, it’s so viable at how bad he is vying for attention.

You prepare yourself, clearing your throat and speaking as clear and stern as one could be.

“Hello?”

“Hmmmhmm, hello.”

There’s a pause, awkward, but he’s drunk so he likely doesn’t recognize the rising tension.

“Yes, Taehyung?”

There’s a giggle..? Oh my god he just giddily giggled at your voice. No, no your heart isn’t doing backflips — you’re just concerned.

“At your door, open sesame.” you can hear him try to knock like a madman — even if there’s visibly a buzzer that’s meant to be there so insiders could hear from the size of your parent’s insanely huge home.

Drunk Taehyung doesn’t know that though.

Fuck well, ok you guess. Thank god your father isn’t home for the night — you begin to panic but you can dissolve situations fine, it’s your strong suit or one of the many of them at least.

You practically lunge from your bed to tumble over down the stairs, trying to keep him half entertained while you tunnel yourself to the door before the maids could see the odd sight.

Being quiet as you can be with unlocking the door, Taehyung makes it no issues to pull a dramatic scene. Already seconds in through the door staring you down, like any other would be scared of the predatory stare.

But this is Taehyung, he would never hurt you.

All you can do, Slowly watching him advance at you skittering back until you’re pressed to the wall. He doesn’t touch you, leaned against the victorian wall with each hand on either side trapping you between him.

He won’t stop there yet, drawling your name out in a drunken purr “Aw-huh. Angel, you got yourself stuck..what are we going to do now?" like no moral was ever created — toes curled into wooden floors from the deep baritone voice awakening all of your weaken senses.

You try, trying so damn hard and ignore it.

Staring hard into empty eyes, his bags are awfully visible and you wonder if he’s even slept lately.

You’re so tiny and frazzled by his abrupt actions, feeling him slide a warm hand up to your stomach to trail barely under your tits. The same said empty eyes sharpen at your slip of a pathetic whine, closing you into the wall a tad too close for comfort to make you both bump into each other’s chest.

“Wanna fuck this pretty cunt again.”

His words boom into you everywhere, from head to toe and places you wouldn’t like to acknowledge that throbbed with need. Doomed, definitely, that’s what you are.

You can only exhale feeling a warm shiver travel down your spine from the daring slip of drunken tongue. Able to pull enough strength to squeak a soft response “L-let’s lay down.”

It was your best bet to avoid from ruining your impending future, you won’t allow no more mishaps to happen. It’s all for your father.

He settled off with a hum, you were surprised he’d backed off. Maybe the man recognizing the nervousness in your tone, “Lead the way.”

It’s quiet now, too tense for your liking but you can’t do anything you think to help the off situation. Laid in your bed next to each other with a foot of space between your bodies.

It’s uncanny how alike this situation reminds you of some movie you watched with the man.

You feel like you’re steps away from saying the infamous line of “Lying Is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off.”

You won’t have a second to think longer when the big bear decides to speak up into the unknown of silence that had lasted for a long hour, “I get it.. yeah, you don't love me, big fucking deal.”

Silence, absolutely nothing back.

“I’ll never tell you how I really feel, angel.”

Your breath was being held for seconds until he decides to follow with cockiness, there it is.

Always showing a slip of vulnerability followed with the man being plain rude. It’s the way your eyes roll that cause a gasp to stutter from him, almost like he didn’t expect your attitude nor harsh yet honest reaction.

He won’t comment on it properly, never does.

“Hold me.” he mumbles while simultaneously grumbling, trying his definition in hard to get you closer than whatever.. this is. Your brow ticks at him head shifting to properly face his pouted features from his side profile, feeling up for the need to deny him only a bit.

“What? Stop mumbling.”

He won’t take a pause this time, thankfully.

“Hold me goddammit.” he huffs and puffs out even louder — yet incoherently all in the same breath. Taehyung coughs, trying to clear his throat and mocks you with a roll in his own eyes of annoyance, like you did something.

That time you did “hear” him and you did what was asked by the big grizzly bear, only you turned to him closer now — seeing that wry smile on his cruel but godforsaken pretty face.

The spiral begins, you and him are going to give into this hell of fire.. only letting it grow uncontrollable by the end of night.

Are you going to do well without me?

Are we ever going to be okay?

Will we ever be fine?

You were too good to be forgotten in his heart.

It was too quiet in this room, silent and tense.

Taehyung felt nothing but regret, fucking stupid as he closed his eyes and mumbled these pitiful words.

Stupid, as he continued to speak gibberish into the room. I feel stupid. I am stupid.

You finally give up on the swallowing of the never ending silence and endless mumbling under his breath, tongue dry trying to clear your throat so to maybe finally speak — maybe even summon him back, and he does. It works because he lets his eyes finally open back.

You tug him into your chest wasting no more time when there’s not much, arms wrapped tight around his stiff figure that takes only just a minute to loosen once he realized you weren’t going to push him back anymore.

It’s not much different though, his nails still pierced into his forearm with thin lips folded into teeth to feel anything but what this is right now. You were staring at him, Taehyung, your father’s lawyer, your first crush and realization that you really only like and desire older men.

Now wishing you’d rather have gone to therapy instead of pursue that day in the bathroom.

You don’t mean that actually, you just hate yourself at this very moment and so does he.

But this wasn't the Taehyung you knew, wasn't the same man with styled hair and sultry eyes.. looking now as real life death in your arms.

You weren’t trying to be harsh nor hateful, you were worrying your heart out and confirming all the racing thoughts you have figured to be maybe going on. Only for them to come to life. He looks unreal tonight, almost unnatural from his usual sun kissed skin. No more sharpness to his look, the man looks fucking sick.

You want to coddle him to death, your own heart feels like it’s going to lurch right out from it’s chest by any second now if he keeps looking at you with those sad puppy dog eyes. This was not the look you yearned to see, you hated it all so much.

“Well.” clearing his throat, trying to prove something into air. Maybe it’s a lawyer instinct.

You repeat back to him without a beat to really think, “Well..” you use the same tone of voice but maybe yours wavered more in raw pain. The man wordlessly continued to stare like always, holding your hand tight in his grip in bringing it up to his lips. You should reject his warm touch, leave even, run far.

But why are you still laying here.. melting away.

He was being this gentle and just careful, you would giggle if the situation weren’t tense now.

Long fingers playing with lips, digits ghosting over your cheek with a soft caress. You can’t help but shut your own tired eyes, melting more and more and it was just like that.

His control is gone, so fast and fluidly when your lashes fluttered to cold skin. Whispering his name too sweet and soft almost in prayer.

"We can’t.. it would be wrong.” it’s insane how you knew his intentions from the speed his hands traveled to the material of your night dress.

"So fucking wrong," he becomes almost too ready with heavy pants of hot breath kissing your jaw and neck.

Eager calloused thumbs rubbing circles into your hips that were on the brink of trembling.

You whine at the tone he uses, becoming easy to his invasion "Don't.. don't speak like that." Eyes heavy lidded, lips licking with each breath that exhaled from your stuttering chest.

He wants you dead it seems, feeling up your body more and more by every passing second before easy fingers would get to your chest.

"I'm wrong like that.. you like it," the man preaches with determined digits this time skimming back down onto your hips to hear his favorite strangled whines "you want it.”

"Ah.. T-tae” it’s pathetic.. sounding asthmatic in your own ears from mere fingers grazing you rough.

"Who's married? Certainly not you, yet."

You pause to mull it over, eyes falling into his.

He truly doesn’t care now, past gone. Nothing can stop this — you need him.. your sweet eyes tell almost all too fucking well for him to know.

He's moving on autopilot when he pulls you to him with no awareness of anything around him, the man frenzied with his only living goal to feel you wrapped around him. Whether it be with loose limbs or his all well endowed cock buried deep between warm tightness, he needed to feel you again.

Your gasps fall out too soft to be surprised at the sudden roughness, murmuring whining moans that fell into a mantra of "We can't..” tiny cries that quickly later start falling into hungry kisses while neither of you had an ounce of intention to stop, no matter the end of it.

Lips already collided against each other in a perfect mess of motion, tongues lolled out of your mouthes as the pleasure binds you both.

It’s disgusting now, strings of drool dribbling to your chest from every pause he took to pull and nip. The man grabs your scalp, yanking you head back against his shoulder. Jaw slack open to give him the prettiest mouth for him to gladly spit right down onto your tongue, so pathetic all for his demise.

Doing all the nothing but moaning and swallowing, open mouth with all your might.

Leaving a desperate plea in sparkly eyes while you wait impatient for his next move, you missed him. Eyes yearning and lips quivering, legs shaking so early on and yet.. your spine just might go limp quite soon.

You whine almost instantaneously and nothing less of desperate while the devious man began to nibble harshly down on your neck with small bites of love.

Moving on nothing but anger and bubbled feelings at surface, shoes being removed, with the stubborn zipper of your night dress slipping down from your shoulders as hungry lips explored every inch of skin that became exposed.

So quick, licking a wet stripe down your chest to stomach to feeling you shake with desire and need, tasting the want for you on his tongue.

“Hmm, your poor husband to be.”

He hated that, hated the fact that you were about to belong to someone. He knew he wanted and needed you to feel the burn that he had been feeling for months since then.

"I'm not t-telling," you can barely form a sentence let alone a proper sound that didn’t make you sound out to be like a deprived slut.

The man can’t do much other than scoff, you having the strength to use that reassuring tone— with such a soft tone and bat pretty doll eyes in lost of such easy pleasure given.

Looking this fucking gorgeous and it’s going to be all for someone else, not him ever “I know angel, not with the way i’m about to fuck you.”

Like clockwork you moan like a bitch at that, of course. Feeling him sink razor sharp canines down into the squishy flesh of your stomach.

Uncaring completely for the fresh marks, he would hope in your future meeting with that man.. you wouldn’t become so easy to show yourself off for him. Sliding his fingers from your stomach down over to your cunt, slipping long digits between sopping wetness — sticky as if you already had touched yourself earlier.

He’s growing impatient, on the aspect of stretching you out when he so gladly craves to stuff you four fingers full. But he’s a gentleman at his very best, always calling out for him in non-stop “T-tae..” or better yet “Touch me, I’m sorry, I’ll be good.” without any doubt he would answer “Anything for the angel.”

Your thighs already shake from the burn of /slowly/ fucking yourself on long fingers. Tears streaming, overwhelmed by the burning stretch that comes with each motion, soon quiet sniffles and soft gasps turn into sobbing when the man decides to snake his hand and start to tease and slowly circle your clit.

“So perfect, all for me, hm.”

You nod eager to please, blushing all the way down to your toes. Biting your lip, thoughts not holding very well against the feeling of the eager man’s middle finger now slipping out from you to part your cunt and stroke along the sore slit.

“Patient tonight? You must want it bad.” he sighs almost sounding bored, standing tall over you to undo the belt that once looped through his slacks. Long gone leather abandoned to the floor along with his slacks pooled at his ankles, ready, finally.

“You gotta be nice and quiet for me. Yeah? Can you do that for me?”

You’re way past desperate tonight, choking out a broken “Y-yes, fuck! Please.” wild hips winding up for more of the now lost touch.

The older plays coy, smirking lopsided and lazy, kneeling on the bed to line himself up to the pretty plump cunt. Long digits wrapped around his cock, "Open up for me baby."

She obeys immediately, legs opening wider to shakily wrap themselves around Taehyung’s waist. His hips up to slip his cock into the crease of your folds. Grinding there half tipsy now, leaky tip nudging at your clit.

Not wasting another second, the first push of stretch has you whining his name. Long nails piercing into taut honey skin, cock fucking in ruthless at the long thrusts that heat your core up, forming sweat down his neck and shoulders.

“Goood fucking girl.” He drawls with a husky moan, you want to die at how fucking hot he sounds.

He doesn’t care, going faster to no point of being coherent in your mind. Punishing strokes fucking the life out of you, snapping his cock right into your tight cunt. One hand bruised into your hip while the other slipped easily around your neck just enough to have you alert “Look me in the eyes when I’m fucking you.”

Lashes fluttering half open, looking with a fuzzy minded daze. Knowing you look like a slut, feeling drool drip everywhere along with the slickness between your legs. Coming to the reality you would let him do anything and you’d welcome it.

"Just like that baby, shit, taking my cock so fucking good," he grunts almost feral with every punishing stroke "Y-yes, " tiny voice choking out, slamming into you with hips winding harder if that was even humanely possible "Love it so much, I-love your cock.”

“Who’s a whore, uh? Who’s desperate for cock.”

“Tell me.” he growls slowing the roll of his hips into you to pull a desperate cockslut spill a mess of “Me, me, me.” you’re hyperventilating almost with how good he feels “M-me, I’m sorry!” god, the situation is a mess but he wouldn’t be lying if he wasn’t thinking about filling his load in you and pray to the man above that your birth control didn’t work.

feeling walls grow tighter and tighter, knowing the telltale signs you were about to cum.

“Perfect fucking girl, sucking me so tight.”

“S-stop..” you whine in embarrassment with a broken sob when you feel the devil himself sink deeper, balls deep inside you now.

Back and forth, back and forth.

An addictive dance, once friendly boundaries expanding to something that was speaking what will stay unspoken. Taehyung’s cock sliding so good inside your cunt you were dying with bliss for the night.

He can see you struggle to try and put a hand over your mouth, but the man won’t allow that. Snatching your hand in his grasp “Let her hear," he growls, referring to the maids and starts to fuck the life out of your cunt with no care for how loud you moan or scream.

"Y-your slut," you stutter, feeling him start to raise his hips to meet your weak attempt of grinding back, thrusting upward and matching your sloppy speed. "wanna b-be your slut."

His ego growing higher than before and dick hard as ever, Taehyung taunts, already knowing the answer by your dazed features.

“Oh yeah?” he pants grunting with every roll of his hips, and you can do nothing but give him what he wants. On the brink of tears you whine out broken moans, “So fucking bad, please Tae.”

“Come on." the taller’s strokes turning slow and hard, each one pulling a moan from sweet agape lips. "Cum on my cock.” you’re past coherent, cock drunk with drool slipping down your chin.

The ecstasy bursting through your body at an unimaginable rate,legs feel almost numb, smaller fingers gripping your sheets so hard. Taehyung already knew you would rip them off the corners of your bed, seeing how your own skin burned. Orgasm still sending ripples throughout your tiny body. Shaking as you came down from the high, cock buried deep, cum spilling inside as he keeps your body pressed together, skin to skin. His nose buried in the crook of longer sweaty strands of hair.

You begin to feel the feather kisses he mouthed over the expanse of your neck, his body quivering with the last of his cum filling you up.

“Fuck, yeah, ok.” is all he can do to respond, you can only hum in response as you’re being fucked so mind-numbingly good. Body moving along the bed as you’re fucked open for the year.

Your blissed-out state has the man feeling on top of the world, no case he’s won ever given him this much ecstasy for this feeling of high.

Knowing that the same woman he's been getting off to for months, that was only planned to be handed over to someone else is finally getting fucked. His pretty not so sweet angel drooling all for him, ruined for good by just his cock.

The floaty feeling back to how it was, only stronger than ever, the way Taehyung feels so right up against you.

He comes from his feverish moment of just drilling into you, no awareness for how overwhelming it may be. A smaller hand trying to grab his hand to make him stop, he sees nothing less of rage.

"Move your fucking hand.” he snaps with a hiss, snatching your hand in an iron like grasp.

“only I can touch you like this.” he states, hard and stern as if it’s a plead mixed into question. “Yeah?” of course he has to slap you for you to answer, braindead and cock hungry.

“Yes, all for you!” you squeal, body curling into yourself — he begins to dwell how there is not a real thought behind your eyes but his fingers and cock bearing your only passable thoughts.

He wants to laugh, your poor husband is about to be inadvertently about to be cucked.

You moan at how rough he’s being, every yank, spanking and slap getting you more than riled up. Rambling the typical ‘I love you, I love your cock.’

He’s aggravated, not sure why, deep down knowing. "Look at me and tell me what you want.” no way to receive an answer unless he squeezed a generous hand around your throat.

“Y-you, you, fuck!”

It’s not enough, he wants to laugh at his greediness that will not sate him ever.

Again and again, back and forth. Another slap landed across each apple red cheek, going harder each lashing.

“Again.”

You repeat yourself again, hm, still not enough.

He’s done with himself, frustrated and choosing to vomit his words.

“You’re mine, get that through your fucking head.” his thrusts were past hard and fast, bruising now. He grunted and groaned while you continued to moan and whimper beneath him, going so rough he decided to push your skull deep into the bed. Warm palm covering your face whole, feeling you squeeze involuntarily at being used like an object.

“Atta girl.” He didn't stop, not once. You weren’t asking to anyways just screaming his name for more — no mind here with nodding away into a mess full of bedsheets, trying to wind wobbly hips back on his cock to bounce lewdly.

Taehyung does nothing less but snap sharply against your ass, “So fucking tight, mine."

"C-cum in me tae," you moan, seeing white, reaching down blindly to rub your clit in frantic circles, begging at the idea of the older filling you with his cum. "Fill me up, give-give me a baby."

"Fuuuck," Taehyung growls and groans almost feral "Don't fucking say that shit."

"W-why not?" bratty whines beg “F-fill me up? Don't say that?"

Taehyung grunts, pulling you on him, chest to chest, you clamor to wrap shaky arms around his neck. Fuck, he’s holding you upright, bouncing you straight onto his cock. Falling forward with a squeal, crying in pleasure as the tip of his cock hits your cervix with how deep he is inside.

"Want my cum so fucking bad?" he hums, trying his best to sound unbothered. "I'll fucking give it to you then."

Your legs clamp around his waist as he pounds into you, cock hitting every point inside your body and you’re so close you think you’ll die. You feel Taehyung tense, and then a sudden gush of warmth fill you.

"Fuck me, angel. You feel so good." he gasps through l shut teeth spanking you with every thrust he gave.

At the feeling of him actually listening to what you always wanted, your orgasm blinds you in intensity, the tight coil in your stomach finally snaps. Body seizing, moans loud against his lips, whining a final tired cry to slow down.

The baby clip once stuck to hair now hung loose, the feeling of warm hands kneading hips before he would give harsh slaps to your ass.

"What do you think he would say," he spits out the name with nothing but disgust. “if he saw you like this?" He shifts his hips, "You think he'd ruin your orgasm?" tone patronizingly sympathetic. “Or.. let you cum so prettily, like you always do.”

He tsks at watching how disoriented daze eyes go through the five stages of grief. Writhing in pleasure as eyes fall closed, breath hitched when he finally lays you back down on the bed. Thighs sticky and all, he sighs at the sight.

“Want to show this cunt off to the world."

“Y-you can’t..” you pout, his eyes watching you fall apart all over again at just words being spoken to you.

“Good thing for secrets.” he smirks his mouth almost falling into a snarl, it wasn’t even spoken this would continue. One last time you agreed.. but you want him more than ever even if your situation is doomed.

“Bath?” he mutters with a whisper of soft kisses to your temple, you nod.

He grabs for his cigarettes, you hand him his lighter and wait until the deed was done so you could put them back off to the side again.

It’s been long since you both have took a bath together. He stretches his arms after he successfully calmed his nerves, you light the stick for him, eyes on him as he throws his head back to inhale. Blowing smoke out, body lazing while it filled with nicotine.

You like calm men, men who dont shout or break things when they’re upset. Men who talked to you in a gentle, low voice telling you what made them mad or what you did wrong.

That’s what Taehyung is to you, that’s what made you fall.. hard. You think it over all again in your current predicament, comfortable as ever.

Veiny caramel hands pulling your hips up in the bath for you to be settled nicely. A warm hand fondles your ass lovingly with his other taking puffs of smoke to inhale and exhale lazily, “My pretty girl.” he smiles lopsided before tugging your wobbly hips back down in relief, enjoying the way you whimpered and whined in your own way of retaliation.

Taking mercy before planting a wet kiss on your shoulder to whisper “I love you, Angel.”

Both of you decide on staying silent. Your back rests against his chest, deciding mutually to speak once the cigarette burnt into ashes.

“Does he make you feel safe, like I do?”

You don’t answer.

“I want you, you’re mine no matter what.”

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You are married now.. being due with a fast wedding to no love involved, business as the main goal.

The meets with Taehyung continue and you two make time to fuck when you can — poor Namjoon.

It hurts he thinks.. hurts so bad. Because he’ll have to look at you every month when you come over to be fucked into whatever.

While he is out handling business, leaving him in the spot to fuck you hard and good like he can’t, at least he tried to convince himself of that for his own comfort.

You keep up with the old routine of pillow talk, just to feel the same mundanity this once all was. You think, he doesn’t care what you speak of after he only just poured his dull sad soul into fucking you.

Not caring at how you talk so highly of your new husband and how well you both are adapting with each other. Rambling all on about your blossoming relationship with him, hearing you nervously speak of the plans on having kids together.

Of course not nervous on his behalf, no, no.

Because you are deathly nervous about if you will be a good mother or not, he knows you will, even if things are like this. You think it doesn’t hurt him, when you say genuinely on how he’ll be the “Cool friend of Mommy’s” to your children.

It drives a knife deep into my heart on how you speak so highly of this new life, how well you are adapting. When.. we could have had this.

“Tae..? You there?”

He’s not caring to respond to your rhetoric question that was all well laced of genuine care and worry, Taehyung can be an asshole just this once.

“Do you know what you are?”

You think this is a game of teasing now, he can tell with that pretty smirk plastered on your gorgeous face “What am I, sir?”

It’s too bad that he’s being genuinely serious.

“You’re my girl.”

You don’t take a second to pause, you play into the narrative with a grin that quickly warped into an innocent and sweet smile.

“I’m your girl, Taehyung.”

Truthfully, you didn't know who you were going to be partnered up with. Daesung's team just told you that you'd be partnered up with a fellow actor around your age. It was your first time being cast for a music video, and you were very excited. It would not only help your popularity but also widen your range. After all, you only ever acted on stage. So, acting in a music video is an opportunity of a lifetime, and you hoped to get roles for movies and dramas as well. Acting on stage gives you such a thrill, and every night is a different set of audience, which makes it really fun. That's how you met the love of your life, Kim Taehyung. It was cute, really.

He was never supposed to be backstage, but he was there, anyway. His friend, Kim Seokjin, was a co-star of yours, and while he was waiting, you bumped into each other. It was love at first sight, and you knew then and there that he was the one for you. Unfortunately, good things must come to an end. After seven years, both of you painfully called it quits. You didn't understand how it came to be because everything was fine. Turns out, he had his own inner demons that he desperately tried to fix during your relationship, but he failed miserably, resulting in hurting you in the process. You overlooked it all because that's just how you were as a person. You desperately tried to make the relationship work despite Taehyung's toxicity.

Even though both of you called it quits, you were still very much in love with him. He was your first serious boyfriend, and he was the only man you planned your future with. All your exes could never compare. Yoongi, your manager, wanted you to explore and be happy again, but you turned it down. You'd much rather live in the dark for a little while longer to grieve the relationship that could've been if Taehyung had changed. It's been five months since then, and you were slowly being your old self again.

You were reviewing the script when Daesung approached you. You were a huge fan of BigBang, so to see one of the members in the flesh felt so surreal to you. You greeted him, and both of you started talking about the song, how he wanted the scene to be, and how honored you were to be there.

"Don't stress about it, Y/Nie! I picked you for a reason. I know you'll do great and give my song justice." He chuckled. "Anyway, I'll let you get ready." With that, he left.

You were on your phone when you sensed someone enter. You looked up, and your breath hitched as soon as you saw Kim Taehyung enter the set. He looked devilishly handsome. He was with his manager, Kim Namjoon. He locked eyes with you, and he was surprised. It was like neither of you didn't know the other would be there. Daesung broke the ice.

"Taehyung-ah! I'm so happy you're here!" Daesung smiled brightly. Taehyung's eyes tore away from yours as he smiled and bowed at Daesung.

"Daesung-hyung, it's a pleasure to be here. Thank you for casting me." He smiled. You once loved seeing him smile, and you fear that you still do.

"I'm actually a fan of both of your works. Anyway, Taehyung, this is-"

"Y/N." Taehyung said.

"Taehyung." You said and nodded at him politely.

"Oh, wonderful! You two know each other?" Daesung smiled happily. By then, both of your managers were there too, and all four of you looked at Daesung.

He didn't know. This was purely a coincidence.

"Something like that," Yoongi answered for all four of you. Daesung clapped his hands together, "This makes it easier for both of you, then! You guys know each other, so I expect natural chemistry."

Daesung left after that. He wanted both of you to get ready. There were speaking lines in the video, but they would be improvised. In the script, it's written that after the second verse, you'd have an intense confrontation/argument scene. You weren't looking forward to it at all.

For the next two days, you were shooting the separate scenes. Daesung actually had the budget to shoot two people at the same time. While you did your solo scenes, Taehyung was doing his. It gave both of you time to prepare for when it was time to shoot scenes together. By day three, you began to shoot the scenes where both of you are in love. You didn't know what to do.

"Just- just act like how you were before," Yoongi suggested.

"I can't. I might cry." You sighed. You were only being honest. Yoongi nodded, "Want me to talk to Namjoon? I'm sure we could arrange something."

"No, thank you. I can get through this. I just have to be professional about it."

"Perhaps you should speak with Taehyung before shooting begins. Y'know, like, set some boundaries, how to act in love, and whatnot. Like you said, be professional, so let's keep it that way." Yoongi said, and you nodded. It wasn't a bad idea.

You approached Taehyung while he was busy browsing the food at the snack table. There were so many breads and pastries to choose from. He needed to gain weight anyway for his upcoming role. Just as Taehyung took a big bite of his pistachio croissant, you cleared your throat and spoke, "Nice to see you again, Tae."

He turned to you with a surprised look and a full mouth. You couldn't help but giggle at the sight of it. He looked like a deer in the headlights. He tried to speak, but some of the croissant's crumbs flew in your direction, landing on your cheek. He quickly grabbed a tissue and debated on whether he should wipe it himself or hand it to you. To save him, you grabbed the tissue from him and wiped it off. He quickly swallowed the food in his mouth and said, "Sorry about that. Nice to see you too, Y/N. How- how've you been? Good?"

You nodded, "I'm alright. You?"

"Just dandy." He gave you a tight-lipped smile. It was obvious that both of you were avoiding the breakup topic.

"So, um, I just wanted to talk to you about the scenes we'll be shooting today. They're, um, scenes of us in love." You said awkwardly.

"Yeah! Oh, fuck. Um, yeah, great idea. So, how do we... how do we do that? Is it awkward for you?" He asked, and you shook your head.

"We were in love for seven years, Tae. I think we got this in the bag. I guess we should just act like how we were before. Let's pretend we didn't break up at all." You suggested.

He nodded, "Alright. I think I can do that. We can cuddle and shit. How about kissing?"

"A short, but sweet kiss would be fine."

"Alright. To make things easier, I could say a few jokes, and you could laugh. Would that be okay?" He asked, taking another bite of his croissant. You nodded, "That's actually a good idea. It would look natural."

Unbeknownst to both of you, both of your managers were talking. They watched with their arms crossed as they stood next to each other, watching the whole exchange.

"God, I hope it goes well. We didn't declare them as exes." Yoongi said.

"We didn't declare anything either. Besides, Daesung hyung's team didn't know. We just gotta keep it professional. Do you think they'll be okay?" Namjoon asked as he turned his head to the older man.

"They'll be just fine," Yoongi answered.

Turns out, shooting the flashback scenes was easy. You and Taehyung did a tremendous job acting in love. In fact, Daesung was so impressed that he let both of you decide its creative direction. You suggested running around the apartment as he chased you, and Taehyung suggested a cute bike ride around the park with you sitting in front, where the bike handles are. Both of you came up with baking together in the apartment, which led to both of your faces being covered in flour, and you sat on top of the counter, Taehyung stood between your legs as he whispered how much he loved you, while you giggled before sharing a sweet kiss.

It was absolutely heartbreaking to know that it's all for a music video. The director yelled, "Cut!", and Taehyung pulled away, staring at you. Daesung clapped and smiled, "Wow! You guys are amazing. The chemistry is so good! Maybe you guys would end up together after this."

Oh, if he only knew you and Taehyung had dated for seven years.

"Save your energies for tomorrow. We'll be shooting the improv part! I'm so excited. Feel free to discuss how to do it. Like, who speaks first, how to end the scene, if there's a prompt you want to go with, and all. Tomorrow's also the last day of shooting, so I hope we all end on a good note. See you tomorrow!"

When tomorrow came, both you and Taehyung were extremely nervous. There were so many things left unsaid because while your breakup was inevitable, it was still abrupt. It was a mutual decision in the end, but it was you who initiated it. Taehyung suggested that both of you could just address the breakup in the guise of shooting for a music video, so it's real. You didn't mind. It would probably be your only chance to speak to each other.

The setting was much like your shared apartment that day. It was all comfy, but you could sense the tension. You and Taehyung were dressed in comfortable house clothes that you brought from home. You wore his sweater and your comfiest pajamas. Taehyung wore his hoodie and his grey sweatpants that you loved. By the time you stood in front of each other in the living room, you felt a wave of emotions come through you.

"So, we'd like to test your professionalism." The director said, causing both of you to turn to him. "We'll do this in one take, okay? That's the challenge. Take your time and end it when it feels right. We'll follow your lead. To have a feel of it, we'll play the second verse and when it stops, start acting."

Both of you looked at each other and nodded. Your stage acting skills would come in handy because being in a play is all in one take, anyway. Taehyung nodded to himself and took a deep breath. As a screen actor, he'd have a semi-hard time adjusting because he wasn't used to it. However, he was willing to do it, and he knew he could pull it off because, well, it was you he was doing a scene with.

"Ready?" The director asked. Both of you were mentally prepared for it and gave the director a thumbs-up. "Action!" As soon as the director said that, all eyes were on you. You had to remember that you were still doing your job while you were having some kind of closure with your ex-boyfriend of seven years.

Uh, geuge majimagieotdamyeon Han beon deo nae pume Neol gadeuk anasseul tende, mm (Uh, if it was our last, I would have held you tight in my arms once more, mm)

Wae ijeya, ijeseoya, itji mothae Neol geurineun geoya, oh (Why is it just now, now that I helplessly dream of you? Oh)

Music stops.

"I can't have this argument with you again, Tae." Your voice was shaky. You knew you were about to cry, so you walked around the apartment to make it more natural, picking up clothes and putting them in the laundry basket. In all fairness, the apartment looked lived in. It made it more real.

"Aish, I'm not looking to argue with you, Y/N. I just want to apologize for how I acted, okay? Is that too much to ask?" He asked as he followed you around.

"That's the thing!" You raised your voice and turned to him. "You always apologize for how you react, for what you say, and for how you treat me, but you repeat it anyway! What's the point?!"

Taehyung was quiet, but his eyes were clouded with tears.

"You- you always blame it on alcohol or stress. Heck, I'm stressed too, but I never take it out on you! How is that fair?" You asked. Your voice finally cracked. Tears streamed down your face, and Taehyung immediately wiped them with his thumbs as he cupped your face.

"But Y/N, I love you. You're it for me." Taehyung cried. "I always thought I never amounted to anything, but you came into my life and suddenly, I want to be great. I was pressured, but I don't blame you. It was all me, but please, cut me some slack. I was trying really hard to be the perfect boyfriend on and off camera! I was loyal, and I always showed you the projects being offered to me because I wanted to be transparent with you. I love you so much."

You were quiet, but your tears continued to fall.

"You made me think I actually mattered, Y/N."

"That's because you mattered so much to me. Do you know if I happened to matter to you? Because you surely didn't make me feel that way. You were too busy battling your demons that you forgot that you were hurting me." You cried as you removed his hands from your face. You grabbed the laundry basket and walked to the 'laundry room'. You opened the door and left it there before closing it.

"Of course you mattered to me! How dare you accuse me-"

"Because I was drowning, Tae!" You screamed, turning to look at him. Your chest was rising up and down as you stared at each other. You harshly wiped your tears and said, "I was drowning right in front of you, and you were too busy and too focused on yourself to even notice."

"I was trying, okay?! Do you know how hard it is to start off as a child actor?"

"Oh, here we go again with the child actor argument!"

"It wasn't fucking easy!" Taehyung yelled. "That shit gave me so much trauma, Y/N. All I asked for was a little more patience. Fuck! They all call me an alcoholic, they slandered my name so many fucking times, and they made rumors about me. How the fuck was I supposed to overcome that?!"

"You're a grown-ass man, Taehyung!" You shouted back. "Your trauma doesn't fucking define you. I understand what you went through, but it wasn't a fucking excuse to treat me like shit! Seven years wasn't a fucking joke." You cried even more.

"So, my trying will never be good enough, huh? What's the point of trying if I'll never be good enough for you? Was I even enough for you, Y/N?" He asked, hurt written all over his face.

"No, you were too much for me." You confessed. "Too much to handle, Tae."

Both of you were crying your hearts out at this point. Even Namjoon and Yoongi were in tears. Both of them were witnesses to your relationship, after all. Daesung and his team were beginning to have a clue because it all felt personal, but they didn't say anything.

"Every time I think it'll get easier, it doesn't." You hiccuped. "Pretending to be happy is exhausting, Tae."

"Then don't pretend." Taehyung walked towards you once more and held both of your hands, "We could go back to the way we were in the beginning. Just you and me forever, right?"

"That's the thing, Tae." You said softly, letting go of his hands. "Sometimes, forever just doesn't last long."

"You won't wait for me to get better?"

"Truthfully, how long am I supposed to wait, Tae? You kept saying the old you would come back soon, and when I think the old you is back, you change and become worse. You keep pushing me away and pulling me back in. It's dizzying."

"I was scared that you wouldn't like the old me. Even when I met you, I had my troubles. I was afraid you'd leave me if I went back to who I was." Taehyung cried.

"I was scared of you, yet I still stayed because my love for you triumphed over everything." You said, lip quivering. "Over everything, Tae. I lost myself in the process of loving you and choosing you, and I hate it. I hate myself for not giving myself an ounce of love because I foolishly gave it all to you. Now, I can't fucking function because you drained the shit out of me. You barely even returned the love I gave you."

"So, what? You're leaving?" He asked, hands in the pockets of his hoodie. You could only nod. He poked his tongue through his cheek and sniffed, "This is it, then? Seven years down the drain. Did it matter to you?"

"It meant the world for me, Tae." You cried hard. "Please don't misunderstand. You were my whole world, and we planned our future together. It was everything to me, but I have to choose myself this time."

He nodded, tears continuously falling, "I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry that I messed it up for you, for us. I wish I weren't fucked up, and maybe we'd be married with children by now."

"Things happen for a reason. Maybe our paths will cross again, or maybe you'd find someone else who could silence your demons. I'm not that girl, Taehyung. I'm sorry."

He shook his head, "You're wrong. You'll always be my girl. There's no one else for me, Y/N. I made that pretty fucking clear this whole time. I hope you come back to me."

You grabbed your bag from the couch and walked to the door with Taehyung following behind. He hugged you tightly from behind, causing you to stop in your tracks. Both of you cried and cried.

"I'm sorry, Y/N."

"I'm sorry too. I don't want to leave, but I have to. Please get better for me." You turned around and cupped his face with your hands, wiping his tears away with your thumbs. "I will always love you, Tae."

"And I, you," Taehyung said with a small smile on his face. You pulled him in for a deep and passionate kiss, knowing it won't happen either ever again or anytime soon.

Everyone was surprised, but Namjoon and Yoongi were the most surprised. They didn't think you'd share a kiss, but to them, it made sense. You couldn't avoid the love of your life forever, right? The heart wants what it wants after all.

Both of you pulled away from the kiss and rested your foreheads against each other.

"Goodbye, Taehyung."

"Goodbye, Y/N."

You gave him the tightest hug. Taehyung did the same as he memorized your scent and the way your arms enveloped his tall frame. He wanted to engrave it all in his mind. You pulled away first and opened the door without looking back. You walked out and closed the door behind you.

One camera followed you, and one stayed focused on Taehyung. You had your back against the door, and you slid down as you broke down. Taehyung's heart broke even more when he heard you crying. He stared at the door and broke down, too, falling to the floor.

After two minutes, the director yelled, "Cut!" The director knew better than to address anything. It wasn't anyone's business. You and Taehyung immediately wiped your tears, but both of you were still in hiccups. You joined Taehyung as the director, and Daesung thanked both of you for your incredible work.

When it was time to leave, your and Taehyung's van was waiting for you outside of the set. Namjoon and Yoongi were walking ahead of both of you, and as they entered the vans, you turned to face Taehyung, and he did the same.

"I'll see you around, Tae. It has been a pleasure to work with you in my small screen debut." You chuckled lightheartedly, and he did the same.

"It was an honor to work with you on your debut." He smiled.

Both of you stared at each other for what seemed like hours. It was clear that the love was still present. Neither of you ever really moved on from each other. He still wanted you to be his wife and mother of his children, and you wanted to be those things too. You wanted to be his wife, the mother of his children, his best friend, his confidant, and his partner in everything.

"I love you too much to let you go." He said, tearing up a bit. "Do you think we could try again?"

"It's only been five months, Tae. Both of us should heal first. Give it a year or two, but please know that you're still the man I want and need. You're it for me."

"We're it for each other, jagiya," Taehyung said.

"How about this, when you're almost completely healed and okay, come find me. This industry's smaller than you think." You proposed, and he nodded eagerly.

"I won't disappoint you."

"But don't rush it. Healing takes time, Tae. I want to heal, too, before we try again."

"I know. I love you, Y/N. I'll look for you when the time is right for both of us. Will you wait for me?"

"I waited seven years for you to heal. I think I can wait for you again."

"I'll wait for you too. I'll wait for you to come back to me once I finally find you." He smiled and kissed your cheek. "See you around, Y/N."

"See you around, Tae."

With that, both of you went in your respective vans and drove separately, not knowing what the future held for both of you, but you hoped it was positive.

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for a while so i decided to finish it! hope you liked this angsty fic! lmk ur thoughts!

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Jungkook was going to Qatar. Job stuff. legendary things are coming for him and you couldn't be more proud but right now.. he was fucking you goodbye. - he wasn't leaving for months but his schedule has been low-key tight, he's been rehearsing so much, perfectioning his acting, singing and presence so much. he's been working really hard.

it's not that you two don't have time because you literally fucked 4 days ago, but jungkook said he wasn't leaving for many days without having to feel you one more time. something about him feeling your touch fresh into his skin and memory while he's away. facetiming exist, but you both know is not the same.

so that's why he's now man-handling your hips on his dick while he teases you with questions even though he sounds very out of breath but god, isn't him so stupidly hot right now.

..and always.

"mmhg so badly." you sound out of breath too.

his dick is so thick, so rich. there's a small but very notorious transparent fluid decorating his dick of proof of just how good he's making you feel and by the way his eyes gazes at you right now.. even his slight rosy cheeks..

sigh. was he really a sight.

"wish you could come with me." he deeply moans against your neck very close to your ear when you rest your head on his left shoulder. hips moving on its own but he squeezes your ass to stop. "mmhg come here baby."

and he man-handles you once again. ass up, back slightly arched when he places you back to the sofa and his dick enters you again.

"mhg" moaning, you lean your head down when he closes both your legs to feel more pleasure and he's fucking you so slow now, all you can hear is him, breathing - along side the sound of liquids moving on all places.

"god. gonna miss this pussy." whispering a little in between teeth. "can't believe this is all because of me." he hardly bites his lips.

for some reason.. hearing him say that, made you more turned on. he noticed though - you squeezed your walls a little.

it made him smirk.

one hand caresses your ass-cheek when he slaps it and you don't know how to stop getting wet for this.

"fucking greedy for me, hm?"

you start pushing your hips back, currently biting your lips. he always gives it to you good. "always".

"Is that so?"

"eungg"

and for a moment he just places both his hands behind his waist to watch your ass move back at him, vagina swallowing whole. "so fucking hot." and he just smiles looking at it as if he was proud of you for taking him so well.

"my pretty girl." softly smiling, you don't know but there's a tiny but notable cockiness in him. - he grabs your waist. "isn't it time for me to fuck you right?"

with that being said, he goes for your previous position. on top of him, he stabilizes your hips just so you can't move when he thrust rapidly into you.

"fuck!" pushing your body at his side, your boobs are bouncing so much as you try to keep your body still with your hands resting beside his face. holding the sofa instead.

"yeah baby. so good, hm?" he's gone.

and so it happens for the rest of the night. It's wild.

but so good.

"have a nice flight babe, I'll be watching you from afar like always."

"but that's only when I'm away though." he hugs you. "you know I rather keeping you close." kissing your cheek at the front door of his/your apartment.

smiling, "you know me too." kissing his lips. "you looks very pretty today."

"so are you," he spins you around like a princess. "look at you!"

lightly punching his shoulder, "stop," you giggle in between. "now.. come on. you'll be late."

"won't you come with me?"

you stare confusely at him.

he corrects himself. "I mean, on the car.." he rambles, "my departure. me, leaving. me-"

"yeah, yeah, I understand." you laugh, making him too. "If you're good with that-"

"you know I am." he 'obviously' says.

You smile. "let's go then. It'll be one more time kiss."

"one of the many though. It could lead to more but, you know." he jokes.

"yeah, whatever" you playfully roll your eyes when you finally step outside.