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Too Good To Be True - Ch. 21 | kth(m)

Summary: Kim Taehyung is a world famous idol in the hit K-pop group, BTS, and you are his personal stylist. Per your contract with Big Hit, he is absolutely, 100% off-limits, and yet, you are completely and hopelessly in love with him. You’ve spent years trying to shove your feelings down, but it’s getting harder and harder to ignore and hide them, especially considering the way Tae always treats you. He’s affectionate and protective and sometimes outright flirtatious, but that’s how he is with everyone, right? Confused, frustrated, and lovesick, you find yourself wondering if it might finally be worth risking your career and your heart to find out.

pairing: Taehyung x reader

genre: Idol! au, fluff, angst, eventual smut, friends to lovers, slow burn

rating: 18+

word count: 2.4k

warnings: none

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Chapter 21: Best Friend Zone

When you got home that evening you plopped down on the couch, snuggled the ‘I’m Sorry’ Tata plushie, and let out a very long sigh. The last few days had been an absolute whirlwind and everything was just now sinking in. You’d gone from feeling excited to angry to devastated to guilty to happy to ultimately now feeling quite overwhelmed and honestly a bit confused. There was just so much to process and understand. 

The two most important revelations were definitely that Tae was not in any way, shape or form, with Jisoo and that he had not been purposefully avoiding or forgetting you this past month. As crazy as his story sounded, you had no reason to think he would lie and every reason to believe that Jisoo had been the root cause of the entire mess. 

Just thinking about what she’d done made your blood boil. She had manipulated and lied to and legitimately stolen from Tae. Years of his hard work had almost gone completely down the drain because of her. You honestly just couldn’t believe someone could be so selfish, especially if it meant hurting someone as kind as Tae.

A far more sobering thought was the fact that she had clearly manipulated you as well. There was not a doubt in your mind that she posted that photo of the strawberries hoping you would see it and be hurt. You were now all but certain she knew you harbored at least a schoolgirl’s crush on Tae, if not deeper feelings. The potential havoc she could wreak with that information was honestly not something you were prepared to contemplate at the moment.

Due to the devastation of your failed date, and the fact that you spent all weekend trying to forget that entire day, you hadn’t really spent much time thinking about your fight with Tae. Looking back at it now, you couldn’t help but note the cruel irony that his worry, which had seemed blown out of proportion at the time, had been justified. Minho hadn’t hurt you physically, which was what Tae seemed most concerned about, but he had hurt you, deeply. 

Although you knew it wasn’t fair to assume the next guy would treat you like that, you found yourself legitimately shuddering at the thought of setting up another Tinder date. With a quick tap and a swipe, the app was deleted from your phone. One day you hoped to be able to try again, but it was clear that right now you just weren’t ready.

As you continued to replay your fight over and over in your mind, you couldn’t stop yourself from wondering if, in addition to worry, Tae had been feeling another emotion that night: jealousy. You had been so worried that he would recognize your obvious envy that you hadn’t really picked up on any of the signs of his own which, in hindsight, had been plenty. Even before your fight, he had noticed you were talking to someone and clearly wasn’t happy about it. After the shock of discovering you were going on a date wore off, his next gut reaction was to be annoyed and angry. And, although he claimed it was out of concern for your safety and wellbeing, he had literally held your hand and flat out told you he didn’t want you to go. 

Exactly where that jealousy stemmed from, you did not know. While you desperately wanted to believe it was because he had feelings for you, past experience made you extremely wary of that line of thinking. Despite all his sweet words and little affectionate gestures over the years, he still had never once given you a legitimate sign that they meant anything more. 

On top of that was the fact that jealousy was possible in completely platonic relationships. In college you’d gotten really jealous when your best friend got a boyfriend and stopped hanging out with you as much. Also, last year when Jimin started seeing someone, Tae had acted similarly protective and been slightly annoyed at first. If he considered you his best friend, maybe he really was just hurt that you hadn’t told him something so important and worried that it would affect your friendship.

There was a part of you that feared him saying you were his best friend was just a knee-jerk reaction to your fight. It felt so good to finally hear him say those words, for him to acknowledge that you were one of the most important people in his life; you would be absolutely crushed if he hadn’t meant it after all. But, the sincerity with which he said it, and how much time and energy he’d put into his apology and gift, helped quell that fear. 

Around and around your mind went thinking through everything and, while some things became more clear, others only grew hazier. After an hour of being lost in deep thought, you finally decided to get up and make yourself some dinner. Standing from the couch, you held the Tata out in front of you and gazed at its cute, slightly angry face.

“You are so confusing, and you drive me insane, but I love you all the same,” you told it before giving it a kiss, gently placing it down on the cushion, and heading off towards the kitchen.

~~~

Over the next few weeks you discovered that being the official best friend of Kim Taehyung meant being showered with even more attention and affection than ever before. You didn’t know if he was simply trying to make up for the last month or if this is how things would always be, but you weren’t going to question it.

He started to text you more in the evenings and on the weekends too about stuff that wasn’t related to work. Even if you’d spent all day with him in the studio, you would sometimes pull up to your apartment after driving home to find that he’d already sent you a message. Oftentimes he would start by sending a random meme or GIF, but other times he would just say hi and ask how you were doing. One Saturday evening after he’d been away for a few days visiting his parents, he even began the conversation by simply texting ‘I miss you.’ 

Initially, he was always the one texting you first, you were terrified of bothering him or coming off as clingy, but eventually you started to initiate conversations too. Sometimes you only chatted briefly, but other times you talked for hours on end until late into the night. When you did that, you were almost always the first one to fall asleep. You would usually wake up the next morning to a string of adorable messages from the night before.

[Taehyung 12:30 AM]

Ok, either you did not find that joke even remotely funny…or you’ve fallen asleep.

[Taehyung 12:33 AM]

I hope it’s the latter.

[Taehyung 12:33 AM]

Though, if you’re asleep that means I can’t talk to you anymore which is sad.

[Taehyung 12:34 AM]

Tannie is asleep too. I can hear him snoring from his bed.

[Taehyung 12:34 AM]

Did you know dogs could snore?

[Taehyung 12:35 AM]

It’s cute. Somewhat annoying, but still very cute.

[Taehyung 12:36 AM]

Jimin once told me that I snore, but I think he was lying. 

[Taehyung 12:36 AM]

I definitely don’t snore.

[Taehyung 12:37 AM]

But, anyway. I should probably stop texting you now and let you get your beauty sleep.

[Taehyung 12:37 AM]

Not that you need it.

[Taehyung 12:38 AM]

OK, that was extremely cheesy.

[Taehyung 12:38 AM]

I’m definitely going now. 

[Taehyung 12:39 AM]

Goodnight, Y/N. I hope you have sweet dreams.

The two of you talked about everything and anything: music, movies, photography, books, travel, your families, the future. It’s not that you hadn’t talked about these things before when you were in the studio or on set, but those conversations had always been slightly measured. There was always someone else around or not enough time to really dig deep into any one topic. Now with more time and without fear of interruption, conversation just flowed so much more naturally.

He also became ever so slightly more physically affectionate which in some ways was not surprising. It was no secret that Tae was one of the more touchy members of BTS; he was always hugging Jungkook or holding Jimin’s hand or trying to snuggle someone while he slept. What he did with you was far more subtle, though. For instance, sometimes when you were doing his makeup and you placed your free hand on the arm of his chair, he would rest his fingertips on top of yours. He’d also started to do things like booping your nose or squishing your cheeks if you said something stupid or silly. And, he gave you more hugs, albeit just friendly ones and not intimate embraces like the one you shared after he gave you your birthday present. 

However, he did clearly make sure to never do any of these things when other people were watching. Skinship between same-sex friends was totally normal, but between friends of the opposite sex it was far less common, if not a little taboo. Also, even if you were just friends and all of his gestures were strictly platonic, they still could be taken the wrong way which would undoubtedly get you both in trouble. 

When Tae first said you were his best friend, you worried that might mean you’d end up being treated differently, possibly even like one of the guys. Now that you were here, though, firmly planted in his innermost circle alongside Jimin, you couldn’t help but think the best friend zone wasn’t such a bad place to be after all.

~~~

One afternoon you were in the studio trying to write a carefully worded email to Mrs. Choi about her suggested tweaks to the guys’ wardrobe for the upcoming Dynamite MV shoot. At a loss for how to nicely tell her that her ideas were complete crap, you were grateful when Tae walked in and sat down next to you.

“So there’s a photo shoot for Itaewon Class this Saturday,” Tae said, clearly very excited. “It’s taking place at a national park by the ocean a few hours south of the city.”

“They’ve asked me to come,” he went on. “They want some photos of me to use when they promote the song.”

At the mention of his song, you stiffened ever so slightly and turned back towards your laptop. You had promised him you would listen to it that day in the studio, but you had not had the courage to bring it up since then. He hadn’t mentioned it either and now you couldn’t help but wonder if he had changed his mind and actually didn’t want to show it to you. Obviously, you would hear it eventually when the show premiered and the song was released, but there was something special about him wanting to share it with you ahead of time. You had shut him down, though, rather harshly you later realized, and just didn’t know how to go about undoing the hurt you’d clearly caused him.

“They said their stylists would help get me ready,” he then said casually.

“I’m sure they’ll do a great job,” you said, trying not to sound disappointed as you kept your eyes locked on the screen in front of you. 

“But...I told them I wanted to bring my own,” he tentatively added a moment later.

At that, you finally looked back over at him.

“Is that so?” you asked as a big, silly grin spread across your face. 

“Don’t go getting a big head about it,” he said jokingly. “I’m only bringing you because I’m a primadonna and I’m accustomed to a certain level of individualized attention and pampering.”

“I’m definitely not bringing you because I want to hang out with you,” he continued. He said this in a mock serious tone, but he was sporting a small grin and a light blush.

“I haven’t even agreed to go,” you replied coyly. “I might already have plans for this Saturday.”

When you said that his face instantly fell.

“I’m sorry,” he said, suddenly looking sheepish and sounding nervous. “I shouldn’t have assumed you would be free.” 

“Or that you would want to go,” he then added, running his hand through his hair.

Your heart plummeted seeing how sad he looked right now and you immediately felt bad for teasing him.

“Tae, I’m just kidding,” you quickly assured him. “I don’t have plans.”

“I would love to go with you,” you then added, giving him a shy smile. 

In the three years you had been working at Big Hit, you had never gone to a shoot with just him. Of course, you wouldn’t be alone with him, a driver would surely be taking you and there would obviously be all the show’s cast and crew on set, but it was still exciting that you two would get to go together.

“Great,” he said back, giving you a big, boxy smile that nearly melted your heart. “I’ll text you all the information tonight.”

As he pulled out his laptop and you returned your attention back towards your own, you couldn’t help but wonder if he thought you had a date when you said you might already have plans. The two of you had not spoken about your ‘date’ with Minho since the night of your fight. You certainly were not going to bring it up; you were positively mortified for him, or anyone else for that matter, to know that you had been stood up. 

You also had not mentioned that you were no longer on Tinder, but you had a feeling he already knew this. One day a couple weeks ago you had asked him to text something to your sister while your hands were full. Out of the corner of your eye you saw that, after he sent the message, he went back to your home screen and briefly scanned over it before putting your phone back down. You were almost positive he was checking to see if the Tinder app was still there, the relieved look on his face indicating he was pleased not to have seen it.

Alas, there were no dates for you in the near future, just work. For now, though, that was enough.

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Too Good To Be True - Ch. 22 | kth(m)

Summary: Kim Taehyung is a world famous idol in the hit K-pop group, BTS, and you are his personal stylist. Per your contract with Big Hit, he is absolutely, 100% off-limits, and yet, you are completely and hopelessly in love with him. You’ve spent years trying to shove your feelings down, but it’s getting harder and harder to ignore and hide them, especially considering the way Tae always treats you. He’s affectionate and protective and sometimes outright flirtatious, but that’s how he is with everyone, right? Confused, frustrated, and lovesick, you find yourself wondering if it might finally be worth risking your career and your heart to find out.

pairing: Taehyung x reader

genre: Idol! au, fluff, angst, eventual smut, friends to lovers, slow burn

rating: 18+

word count: 2.9k

warnings: none

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Chapter 22: Say The Magic Words

As you stood outside your apartment building the following Saturday morning, fidgeting with the sleeves of your jacket, you tried to calm your racing heart. You were nervous, excited too, but also strangely nervous. It was just Tae, just another photoshoot, but yet your stomach had been filled with butterflies since last night when you received the following text from him:

[Taehyung 9:45 PM]

Goodnight, Y/N. Sleep well. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.

I can’t wait to see you tomorrow

He had never said anything like that to you before and you honestly didn’t know what to make of it. It could be that he was just really looking forward to the shoot and was projecting that excitement onto you. After all, it was his first big solo project; it made complete sense for him to be feeling giddy about it. 

You were re-reading his text for perhaps the hundredth time, willing yourself to stop overanalyzing it, when suddenly a black Hyundai Genesis GV80 with dark, tinted windows pulled up. The passenger side window rolled down and, to your complete surprise, there was Tae sitting in the driver’s seat, sporting a baseball cap and black facemask.

“You’re driving us?” you asked in amazement as you opened the door, got into the car, and threw your bags in the backseat. 

“I am indeed,” he replied with a satisfied smirk.

“I thought you always used a driver,” you said, still in shock. 

“I do when it’s for official BTS business,” he said casually as he entered an address into the car’s navigation system. “But, technically this isn’t for BTS so I convinced Bang Si-hyuk to let me drive myself.”

You stared at him in disbelief for a couple moments while you fastened your seatbelt. 

“Isn’t this kind of dangerous?” you then questioned, somewhat seriously. “What if someone recognizes you or follows us or something?”

He pulled his mask down and turned to face you.

“Do you trust me?” he asked in response, giving you a serious look.

“Of course,” you replied automatically. 

“Then don’t worry,” he said earnestly. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

~~~

The ride down south was an absolute blast. As co-pilot, you were in charge of the music and you decided that, even though it was still only 6 AM, it was time to fiesta. You alternated between ‘Road Trip’ and ‘Karaoke’ playlists you found on Spotify. The two of you belted out song after song, Tae clearly trying very hard to not sound like he had the voice of an angel which you greatly appreciated. 

An hour into the trip Tae remembered that he made strawberry jam sandwiches for breakfast. You were extremely grateful for this since, in your haste to be ready on time, you hadn’t eaten a single thing before you left. As he took the first bite of his sandwich a glob of jam came dangerously close to slipping off and falling onto his lap. Upon witnessing this, you informed him that you would not, under any circumstances, clean his jammy pants. He then proceeded to burst out laughing and spit strawberry jam all over the steering wheel.

By the time you arrived at the park a little after 8:00, you were feeling excited yet relaxed. You had told Tae on the way down that you were nervous to meet the big shot TV show stylists, but he assured you that, in their eyes, you were the queen of stylists. This made you feel slightly less nervous, but also made you blush wildly. After going through a quick security checkpoint at the entrance, you guys drove through the park to the beach where the shoot was being held.

As expected, the entire cast and crew was incredibly excited to have Kim Taehyung on set. Several people came over to say hello to him and a few even asked for an autograph which he happily gave. You always admired how kind he was to fans; even when he was busy or tired or hungry he always greeted everyone with a smile and gave them his undivided attention, even if only for a few moments.

At one point, one of the show’s female leads, a beautiful actress and singer who went by the stage name Nara, came over to say hi. She was one of the original members of the recently disbanded girl group, Hello Venus, so she and Tae had met several times before. Their conversation was friendly enough, but she was clearly quite smitten with him. 

Feeling slightly awkward to be witnessing her obvious flirting, you were about to excuse yourself to go get something from the lunch table when Tae suddenly introduced you to her and steered the conversation towards styling. Seeming to take the hint that he wasn’t interested, she backed off and left a few minutes later. As she walked away, and you turned back to Tae to find him already looking at you with a shy smile, you felt the butterflies from earlier in the day increase tenfold.  

Sometime in the afternoon, while Tae was off shooting, you were packing up your supplies when suddenly someone walked up next to you.

“Hi there,” you heard a friendly voice say. 

When you turned to see who it was, your jaw nearly hit the floor.

“Whoa. You’re Park Seo-joon,” you said, inwardly cringing at how fangirly that sounded.

“I am,” he said with a laugh. “You must be Taehyung’s stylist, Y/N.”

“That’s me,” you said with a laugh as you willed yourself to calm down and act casual. 

“I’m glad you were able to make it today,” he went on. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

For a moment your brain short circuited. 

Tae talked about you to the Wooga Squad?

You supposed it made sense that you had come up in conversation, he came up occasionally when you were talking with family or close friends about your work, but still the idea of him talking about you to Park Seo-joon or his other friends had you suddenly feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. 

“Hopefully all good things,” you replied with a smile, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Yes,” he said with another laugh. “Only good things, I promise.”

After a few more minutes of you being a totally awkward, bumbling mess, the two of you eventually fell into an easy conversation about what it was like to work on the set of a K-drama. You explained that when you first graduated from college you had originally intended to get a job in the film industry, but that the opportunity at Big Hit just presented itself. He asked if you knew who you would be working with when you interviewed for the job, to which you honestly replied ‘No’, and then followed up by asking what your reaction was when you learned it would be Tae. You shyly replied that you were pleasantly surprised before recounting the story of meeting him for the first time, a story which you got the sense Seo-joon had actually already heard.  

Eventually the conversation steered away from work and the two of you began talking a little more about yourselves and your families. This is what ultimately led you to sharing the following bit of information.

“My older sister absolutely loves you,” you said with a laugh. “She’s going to be so jealous that I got to meet you.”

“We should take a picture and send it to her,” he said with a wicked smile. 

“No, no, no. We couldn’t possibly,” you immediately replied.

“We can and we will,” he said with a laugh as he came up next to you.

“Alright, if you’re sure,” you then said as you pulled out your phone, opened up the camera, and held it out selfie-style. 

The two of you smiled brightly, Seo-joon leaning over your shoulder to get into the frame, and just as you snapped the photo Tae walked over.

“What are you guys doing?” he asked somewhat tensely as he gave the two of you a curious look, clearly noting how close Seo-joon was to you.

“Taking a photo to make Y/N’s sister jealous,” Seo-joon said casually.

“OK that sounds so bad when you say it out loud,” you said with a laugh. “I’m really not a terrible sister, I swear.”

“Ahh, I see,” Tae said with a small smile, sounding slightly more relaxed.

As the two boys then began chatting about the shoot and the show, you sent the photo to your older sister along with the following text:

[3:25 PM]

Guess who I’m hanging out with right now…

She replied within seconds and you immediately burst out laughing.

“What did she say?” Seo-joon asked, leaning in closer to you.

“Keyboard smash. ‘I hate you’. ‘Tell him I love him’,” you replied before another fit of laughter overtook you.

The three of you then talked for a little while longer before Seo-joon was called over to take a few more photos. You said your goodbyes, saying how nice it was to meet him, and he was just about to head off when he turned back around.

“Hey, Y/N,” Seo-joon said with a cheeky smile. “If you ever get tired of this guy just let me know. I’ll get you hooked up with a sweet TV gig.”

“Alright, it’s definitely time for you to leave, hyung,” Tae then said, shooing Seo-joon away before you could respond.

The older man then walked off, laughing to himself as he went. As Tae sat down in the chair next to you, a small pout on his face, the realization hit you like a tidal wave. 

He’s jealous

~~~

Towards the end of the day, once the shoot was finished, Tae had to meet with the show’s producers to go over some details regarding the song's release. You decided to take the opportunity to go down to the beach and enjoy the sunset over the ocean. Since the park had been closed to the public for the day, and almost everyone from the shoot had already left, the beach was completely empty. 

You walked down to the water’s edge and, after standing there for a few minutes contemplating the appropriateness of the situation, you finally said fuck it, took off your shoes, rolled up your pants, and walked in a little ways.

As you stood there enjoying the view, toes curled in the sand, waves gently lapping at your ankles, you thought to yourself this is the happiest you’ve been in a long time, maybe even the happiest you’ve ever been, period. Mindlessly, you began humming the melody of Tae’s song, the little bit you knew at least, and then eventually started swaying along to it as well. You’re not sure how long you were out there, but the sun was now just barely above the horizon, bathing the sky in a beautiful canvas of yellow and orange and red.

“Whatcha doing?” you suddenly heard Tae say behind you in a teasing voice.

“Shit. Tae you scared me,” you said as you jumped and then turned around.

“How long have you been standing there anyway?” you then asked nervously, aware that you likely looked like a fool just now dancing alone on the beach.

“Long enough,” he said with a laugh as he walked down towards you. 

You felt yourself flush as it also then occurred to you that he might have heard you humming his song, the song you had claimed you didn’t want to listen to, but now couldn’t get out of your head. He didn’t say anything, though, so you decided to let it go. 

“Thanks for bringing me today,” you said after a couple moments. “I had a lot of fun.”

“Me too,” he agreed as his face broke out into a big grin as well. 

“Although,” he then went on, “I am now slightly concerned you’re going to leave Big Hit to go work in the TV industry.” 

“I’m not going anywhere,” you said with a laugh. “At least not until you guys disband.”

“Then I may have to take Seo-joon up on his offer,” you said teasingly, noting the way his jaw clenched ever so slightly when you said that.

“Well then we’ll just keep going forever,” he said in reply, almost sounding serious. “Or at least I will.”

“You know, I can totally picture you on stage singing and dancing at 80,” you joked. “I mean, you already dress like grandpa when I’m not in charge.”

“Hey!” he cried, sounding deeply offended as he put a hand over his heart.

“It’s true!” you shot back, giggling. “ARMY agrees with me, too. They’re always commenting on how you look like a cute old man when you wear sweater vests and berets and giant glasses.”

He laughed and then gave you his adorable shy smile. “I think you secretly love my grandpa style.”

“I might,” you replied with a bashful smile of your own as you turned back towards the ocean. “But, I will never admit it.”

For a few minutes you two stood there enjoying the view, but eventually you looked down at your watch and realized how late it was. 

“We should get going,” you said to him reluctantly.

He nodded in agreement and you began walking towards him but then abruptly stopped. 

“Shoot. I didn’t think this through,” you said, looking down with a pout. “My feet are going to get all sandy.”

A beat of silence passed.

“I could carry you to the road,” he said hesitantly, but with a little grin.

You quickly glanced around the beach. There was no one in sight, it was already starting to get dark, and the road was only a little ways away. You still should have immediately said no, but you didn’t. You just couldn’t, not when he was looking at you all cutely like that, not when you loved the idea of being in his arms.

“OK,” you said shyly.

At that, he reached down to pick up your shoes and socks and then walked over until he was just barely outside the reach of the water. As you came over he handed you your things and then bent down and scooped you up while you wrapped your arms around his neck. He started towards the road, but then suddenly stopped and turned around.

“What would you say if I just threw you into the ocean right now?” he asked mischievously.

“You wouldn’t dare,” you said, gasping as you looked at him wide-eyed.

“Oh, but I would,” he said with a laugh as he took a few tentative steps out onto the wet sand.

“Tae!” you scolded, as you tried to keep a straight face. “Do not take another step!”

You wiggled in his arms, but that only made him hold you tighter. He was so strong which you would have found incredibly sexy were it not for the fact that he was currently using his giant muscles for evil.

“Say you love my grandpa style,” he said teasingly as a wave came dangerously close to his shoes.

“What?!” you asked incredulously.

“Admit you love my sweater vests and berets and giant glasses,” he repeated with a smirk. “Only then will I spare you.”

He took a few more steps forward and, as another wave crashed by and actually submerged his shoes, you let out a tiny shriek and burst out laughing.

“Kim Taehyung!” you cried between giggles. “You stop this madness right now!”

“Only you have the power to do that,” he replied calmly. “Just say the magic words.”

When you said nothing in reply he then moved as if he was legitimately about to throw you.

“Fine!” you nearly shouted as he swung you backward. “I love your grandpa style!”

“I love your adorable sweater vests and your silly berets and your cute, nerdy glasses!” you continued, clinging to him like a koala bear.

“Why thank you, Y/N. That’s very sweet of you to say,” he then said with a smug smile as he adjusted his grip and pulled you back up into his chest.

“Oh my god. I hate you,” you said with a laugh, slightly breathless after your outburst.

“Hmm. I don’t know about that,” he mused as he turned to look at you.

Your laughter died in your throat when you saw the way he was looking at you. His expression was soft, but intent; his dark eyes staring deeply into yours. He took a quick, but unmistakable glance down at your lips and you felt your heart skip a beat. Your entire body instantly flushed with heat as you considered what he might or might not be about to do, but a sudden strong gust of wind had you shuddering in his arms nonetheless.

“Is my Y/N cold?” he whispered, hugging you closer ask he spoke.

You wordlessly nodded your head and then buried your face in his neck, suddenly feeling incredibly nervous and shy, not to mention totally exposed out there on the beach.

“Let’s get you home,” he then said gently, pressing a little kiss to your temple, as he turned and slowly made his way back through the sand towards the road.

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Too Good To Be True - Ch. 23 | kth(m)

Summary: Kim Taehyung is a world famous idol in the hit K-pop group, BTS, and you are his personal stylist. Per your contract with Big Hit, he is absolutely, 100% off-limits, and yet, you are completely and hopelessly in love with him. You’ve spent years trying to shove your feelings down, but it’s getting harder and harder to ignore and hide them, especially considering the way Tae always treats you. He’s affectionate and protective and sometimes outright flirtatious, but that’s how he is with everyone, right? Confused, frustrated, and lovesick, you find yourself wondering if it might finally be worth risking your career and your heart to find out.

pairing: Taehyung x reader

genre: Idol! au, fluff, angst, eventual smut, friends to lovers, slow burn

rating: 18+

word count: 3.2k

warnings: cursing, lowkey sexting

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Chapter 23: Happening So Fast

Tae kissed your temple and time itself came to a screeching halt. It was such a small, simple gesture, one that could easily be written off as strictly platonic under most circumstances, but in the context of the greater situation - you in his arms, moments after he had called you his with utter sincerity - it felt like so much more. The whole moment was just so tender and intimate.

So undeniably romantic.

As he carried you across the sand, you felt goosebumps slowly spread across your body, but they had absolutely nothing to do with the cold.

The rest of the night was a blur. That’s how near-catatonic you were after what happened on the beach. There were really only a few things that you recall in much detail. You remember him taking off his favorite gray hoodie and putting it on you after he set you down on the road. You remember him holding your hand the entire drive home, his thumb gently rubbing yours in little circles, and how he pressed a kiss to the back of it before he finally let go so you could get out of the car. You remember reading and re-reading the adorable, yet hysterical string of texts you discovered after getting out of the shower.

[Taehyung 10:32 PM] Finally made it home. Tannie says hi! He also says he’s jealous that I got to spend the whole day with you and he didn’t.

[Taehyung 10:34 PM] I hope you’re snuggled in bed all warm and cozy right now. I’m sorry I let you get so cold out there on the windy beach. I should have given you my hoodie sooner.

[Taehyung 10:37 PM] Speaking of my hoodie, I spoke to him telepathically just now and he told me to tell you that he would like to live with you from now on.

[Taehyung 10:39 PM] He’s very needy, though, just so you know. He requires a lot of attention and affection and snuggles (he also requires low heat when drying).

[Taehyung 10:45 PM] Anyway, I just want to say again that I had a really fun time with you today. I know technically we were working, but it was still nice spending time together.

[Taehyung 10:50 PM Also, I’ve decided we should go back to that beach someday. I can bring Tannie (he’s never seen the ocean before) and my camera and you can show me how to make those epic sandcastles you bragged about on the way home.

[Taehyung 10:52 PM] But, OK. I realize I’m the world’s worst double texter and that you’re probably already asleep. I promise I’ll stop now.

[Taehyung 10:55 PM] Wait, I lied. I still have to say goodnight.

[Taehyung 10:56 PM] Goodnight Y/N 💜

But, most importantly, you remember the exact moment later on when you were lying in bed, still wearing his hoodie and just about to fall asleep, when a most profound and potentially life-altering realization finally hit you:

It was a date

He took you on a date.

Kim Taehyung took you on a date.

Kim. Taehyung. Took. You. On. A. Date.

He took you on a date so stealthily, so subtly, that you didn’t even know it was happening. Sure, it was unconventional, he technically asked you under the guise of work and never explicitly used the word date, but looking back now it was so obviously one all but in name.

That’s why he was so nervous about asking you to go.

That’s why he was looking forward to it so much.

That’s why he convinced Bang Si-Hyuk to let him drive himself.

That’s why he made sure to immediately shut down Nara’s advances.

That’s why he got so jealous when he thought you were flirting with Seo-joon.

That’s why he was so attentive and affectionate and flirty on the beach and in the car and basically the entire day.

HOLY FUCK IT WAS A DATE

Suddenly, despite the fact that it was after midnight, you were wide awake, an infinite number of questions running through your mind.

Was I supposed to know it was a date?

Do I now acknowledge that it was a date?

Does this mean he knows how I feel about him?

Does this mean he wants to be together?

Where do we go from here?

At first you felt blindsided, thinking this had come out of absolutely nowhere, but as you began looking back on the last month, slowly it all started to make sense. Things had been noticeably different between you two since that day with the Tatas when he called you his best friend. You had been so focused on those two words, though, that you hadn’t really stopped to consider the greater implications of his actual actions.

The truth was he had clearly stopped treating you like just a friend a while ago, even before that day in the studio. You had just been too afraid to admit it, too scared to let yourself believe it meant he might actually feel something more for you. Because, in all honesty, it just seemed too good to be true.

The fact that he never explicitly said anything about the now obvious change in your relationship did not surprise you. Things between you two had always gone somewhat unspoken, you’d slowly, almost hesitantly slotted yourselves into each other’s lives over the course of several years without much fanfare. Letting things unfold naturally the way they had kind of just made sense.

Not openly speaking about it also meant refusing to acknowledge the big, glaring flaw in your current state of semi-togetherness: that it absolutely wasn’t allowed. Obviously, you couldn’t avoid addressing this issue forever, but you wanted to put it off as long as possible. You knew the moment you did the spell would be broken and you’d have to face whatever harsh reality was surely awaiting you both.

However, right now none of that mattered. What mattered was Tae and the fact that he had made a big statement today, both with his words and his actions. The ball was now clearly in your court and you knew you needed to make the next move and show him that, whatever was happening between you two, you were all in.

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It was the following Thursday night and you were sitting on the bed in a hotel room a few hours outside Seoul. You and the rest of the BTS team had arrived here, the location for the Dynamite music video shoot, that afternoon and would be here for the next three days filming. It had been a whirlwind of a week getting everything ready; there were so many last minute adjustments and modifications to the wardrobes, so much stuff to pack up and prepare for travel.

You and Tae had both been so busy that you’d hardly had time to see each other. He had still texted you every night, though, and even called on Tuesday, claiming he was too tired to text and also saying he also just missed the sound of your voice. In a way the busyness had been a good thing; it had given you time and space to really think things through, to make sure you were ready for what you were about to do.

You were currently giving yourself a pep talk in preparation for asking Tae out on a ‘date’. You were using the term date loosely here; after all, this was Kim Taehyung you were about to ask out and that unfortunately meant you couldn’t really go anywhere with him. You wrote and rewrote your message to him no less than fifty times. You didn’t want to come off as too forward or desperate, but you also wanted to make sure he understood what you were asking. The last thing you wanted was for the two of you to go on another date where one of you was completely unaware that it was, in fact, a date.

[9:04 PM] Sooo...I was wondering if you maybe wanted to watch a movie together tomorrow night? This hotel has some surprisingly good pay per view options. We could order room service too for dinner? I peeked at the menu. There are a handful of items that seem edible, though, most things do look rather spicy (sorry in advance to your sensitive taste buds). I’m up for anything, really. I just want to spend time together. It’s been a busy week and I miss you.

The moment you pressed send, you felt your heart stop: there was no turning back now.

Suddenly, a million doubts and worries began rushing through your mind. What if you’d gotten everything wrong? What if the photoshoot actually wasn’t a date and you just imagined the whole thing? What if he did only see you as his best friend and nothing more? What if the absolute last thing he wanted to do tomorrow night was hang out with you alone in a hotel room watching some random movie and eating crap room service?

Mortified by what you had just done, you flung your phone across the bed, buried your face in a pillow, and waited with bated breath. The fact that it took so long for him to respond only deepened your embarrassment. He must be wondering what the fuck was wrong with you and trying to figure out how to respond to your extremely awkward invitation. He was a nice guy, so he would probably let you down easy, maybe just make some sort of excuse about being busy, but surely his rejection was only moments away.

When he finally did respond it took you five solid minutes to summon the courage to look at what he wrote. Slowly, as if held down by a physical manifestation of the weight of your actions, you crawled across the bed to where your phone was laying. After unlocking it with a shaky swipe, you put your hands over your face and then hesitantly peered between two fingers at the screen.

[Taehyung 9:15 PM] You are a mind reader.

[Taehyung 9:17 PM] I was literally just thinking we should do something.

[Taehyung 9:18 PM] I miss you too. So much.

[Taehyung 9:18 PM] So yes, I would love to :)

PHEW.

You let out the breath you had been holding. Ok. Maybe you had overreacted a bit just now. He said yes, told you he’s been missing you, and even threw in a smiley face. These were all very good signs.

[Taehyung 9:20 PM] What time? And do you want to watch in my room or yours?

Following up to actually start working out the details of your proposed date - another good sign. Yes, OK. This is definitely good. Emboldened by his apparent enthusiasm, you decided to get a bit cheeky.

[9:22 PM] Let’s say 8:00 PM. As for the room, I’m going to have to say mine.

[9:24 PM] The last time I went to your hotel room I was held hostage...

[Taehyung 9:27 PM] I’m still so sorry about that.

[Taehyung 9:28 PM] But, I just want to state for the record that I absolutely got the short end of the stick that night. I got stuck on the old, lumpy couch while you got the fancy, comfy bed.

[9:30 PM] No one said you had to sleep on the couch.

[9:30 PM] That bed was certainly big enough for two.

[Taehyung 9:32 PM] Well, I have a tendency to subconsciously cuddle people while I sleep. I didn’t want to inconvenience you...

You blushed at him suggesting that, had you both slept in that bed, he would have ended up cuddling you. Tae was usually not this flirty, but then again neither were you. Also, the two of you had never maybe, kind of been together before. Curious to see just how far he might be willing to take things, you upped your game a little.

[9:35 PM] Who says I would have found your cuddles inconvenient?

[9:36 PM] I might have felt lonely all night without them.

You saw the three dots appear and then disappear several times before he responded.

[Taehyung 9:40 PM] Here I was thinking I was being a gentleman when actually I was being neglectful.

[Taehyung 9:42 PM] My sincerest apologies. I promise you’ll get all the cuddles you want next time.

Next time

Your entire body flushed at the insinuation that he planned on having you in his bed again at some point. He had never said anything that suggestive to you before, but clearly the two of you were in uncharted territory right now. If he was on board with flirting like this, you were definitely not going to stop now.

[9:45 PM] Will I get to wear Kim Taehyung’s infamous plaid Burberry pajamas again next time too?

[9:46 PM] They were so soft and comfy.

[Taehyung 9:48 PM] Most definitely.

[Taehyung 9:49 PM] They looked rather good on you.

[Taehyung 9:50 PM] The top was ridiculously big, but in an adorable sort of way.

And just like that you were blushing again. He had seemed so unfazed at the time by you wearing his clothes, but perhaps he had been affected by it after all.

[9:52 PM] You seem to like seeing me wear your clothes.

[Taehyung 9:54 PM] It may or may not be a sight I enjoy.

[9:56 PM] What would you say if I told you I was wearing your hoodie right now?

[Taehyung 9:57 PM] I would say that I wanted proof.

You knew at once what he was asking: he wanted a photo of you wearing it. Immediately, your mind began to race. This was dangerous, you were most definitely playing with fire right now, but god, did you love it. Sweet, affectionate Tae had you swooning last Saturday and feeling all warm and fuzzy inside, but sexy, seductive Tae had you feeling a whole different way right now.

You got up from the bed and stood in front of the floor length mirror. His hoodie was massive on you, so long that it grazed the top of your thighs and completely covered the shorts you had on. You should have hiked the bottom of it up to reveal that you were, in fact, wearing shorts, but you didn’t. You snapped the photo with the hoodie as is, leaving Tae to wonder what you might or might not have been wearing underneath.

[10:02 PM] Image Sent

He didn’t respond right away, and you immediately felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment that you’d sent something so risqué to him, but then came his reply which quieted every single thought in your head.

[Taehyung 10:10 PM] You wearing my pajamas was cute, but this...this is something else entirely.

[Taehyung 10:11 PM] I never thought you’d be such a tease.

[Taehyung 10:12 PM] But, I can’t say I don’t like it.

Well fuck

Tae had called you pretty several times before, and even once said you looked beautiful, but this was the first time he had ever hinted that he found you desirable. You honestly were at a loss for words on how to respond, but before you even had time to think, Tae was taking things to a whole new level.

[Taehyung 10:15 PM] However, you must know that two can play at this game.

[Taehyung 10:18 PM] Image Received

FUCK.

Kim Taehyung just sent you a shirtless selfie. He was laying down on the hotel bed, his phone held out in front of him and angled so as to show his gorgeous face, his deliciously muscular chest, and the pajama pants sitting low on his hips. The only thing he was wearing up top was his ring necklace, the jewel hanging tantalizingly between his pecs.

It was literally the definition of a thirst trap.

And fuck if you weren’t now absolutely parched.

You needed to play it cool, though. You didn’t want him to know how incredibly turned on you now were just from that picture alone.

[10:23 PM] A shirtless selfie. How typical of Kim Taehyung. You going to post it to Weverse later on? Get yourself a nice ego boost from ARMY going feral?

[Taehyung 10:25 PM] Absolutely not. This one is just for you.

[Taehyung 10:27 PM] Besides, you admitting it’s a feral-worthy photo is the only ego boost I need.

Shit, you walked right into that one. He was entirely too good at teasing you like this. Needing to regain the upper hand in whatever game you two seemed to be playing right now, you decided to throw caution to the wind and go in for the kill.

[10:30 PM] Alright Mr. World's Most Handsome Man, I’m going to ask you a question and I expect you to answer truthfully.

[Taehyung 10:31 PM] That title sounds so much better coming from you, but please ask away.

[10:33 PM] Are you curious about what I’m wearing underneath your hoodie?

[Taehyung 10:35 PM] Shit. I knew you knew exactly what you were doing when you sent that photo.

[10:37 PM] Answer the question TaeTae.

[Taehyung 10:38 PM] I might be.

[10:38 PM] I want a yes or no.

When he didn’t immediately reply, you goaded him further.

[10:39 PM] You were so cocky a minute ago.

[10:40 PM] Don’t be shy now.

[Taehyung 10:41 PM] Fuck. Yes. I am very curious.

[Taehyung 10:42 PM] There, I was a good boy and answered your question.

[Taehyung 10:43 PM] Do I get to know now?

[10:44 PM] Nope. It’s a secret.

[Taehyung 10:45 PM] You little minx.

[10:46 PM] 🎤 🎤 🎤

[10:48 PM] I think perhaps that’s enough teasing for one night.

You meant that for yourself as much as for him. Although you were definitely the one who started everything, you honestly hadn’t meant for it to go as far as it did. You still weren’t even sure what exactly was going on between the two of you right now, but whatever it was, it was all happening so fast. A week ago you were still convinced you two would only ever be friends and now here you were lowkey sexting. It was extremely hot, and you thoroughly enjoyed it, but it made one thing very clear: tomorrow night you two needed to have a legitimate conversation about your relationship.

[Taehyung 10:50 PM] Yes, I think you’ve tortured me enough.

[Taehyung 10:55 PM] But OK so I’ve been scrolling through the movie options and there are a bunch that look good. What are your thoughts on Frozen? I’ve seen it an embarrassing number of times, and know pretty much every word, but it’s my #1 contender right now.

And just like that, as if he hadn’t spent the last hour saying incredibly scandalous things to you and sending you half-naked photos of himself, he was back to being absolutely adorable.

Oh the duality of Kim Taehyung

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Too Good To Be True - Ch. 24 | kth(m)

Summary: Kim Taehyung is a world famous idol in the hit K-pop group, BTS, and you are his personal stylist. Per your contract with Big Hit, he is absolutely, 100% off-limits, and yet, you are completely and hopelessly in love with him. You’ve spent years trying to shove your feelings down, but it’s getting harder and harder to ignore and hide them, especially considering the way Tae always treats you. He’s affectionate and protective and sometimes outright flirtatious, but that’s how he is with everyone, right? Confused, frustrated, and lovesick, you find yourself wondering if it might finally be worth risking your career and your heart to find out.

pairing: Taehyung x reader

genre: Idol! au, fluff, angst, eventual smut, friends to lovers, slow burn

rating: 18+

word count: 3.6k

warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption

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Chapter 24: Love Drunk - Part 1

It was 7:45 PM the following evening and you were giddy. There was really no other way to describe the fluttery feeling in your chest or the slight dizziness you felt every time you thought about the fact that, in just a few minutes, Tae would be arriving for your movie dinner date. It honestly just felt so surreal, the idea of him coming to see you not because you were his stylist, not because you were friends, but because he wanted to legitimately be with you.

It had been an extremely busy day taking care of all the last minute preparations before the shoot began tomorrow, but honestly that was probably a good thing. It kept your mind occupied and kept you from overthinking things and letting yourself get too nervous. You hadn’t been able to text with Tae much since he was also busy with rehearsal all day, but in a way that was good too since it was helping build up the excitement and anticipation.

After finally getting back to the hotel with the rest of the staff around 5:00 PM, you then popped out again real quick to visit the local liquor store. You weren’t a big drinker, and neither was Tae, but you thought it might be nice to have a small drink with dinner. Thankfully, the store had the only drink you could possibly imagine having to commemorate this special occasion with him: strawberry champagne.

You got back to the hotel for good around 6:00 PM with plenty of time to get ready. You wanted to look nice, but not too fancy since you were literally only hanging out in your hotel room. After trying on an absurd amount of clothes that you had specifically packed for this very occasion, you ultimately decided to go with jeans and a loose, open-neck long sleeve shirt that was just barely off the shoulder.

You had actually worn it to work once, but you realized halfway through the day that you could clearly see down your shirt when you leaned over. Tae hadn’t said anything when you did his makeup that morning, and you hadn’t specifically caught him looking, but he had seemed extremely flustered the entire time you were working on him; he was literally a blushing, stuttering mess. Later on, once you realized what was happening with your shirt, you couldn’t help but wonder if he had noticed and if that’s why he was so flustered. Smiling to yourself at the memory, you thought perhaps you might ask him about it tonight.

It was now a little after 8:00 and you were patiently, but excitedly waiting for him. The last text you got from him was around 4:00 PM when he told you he was supposed to be back at the hotel by 7:00 PM so you sent him a couple quick texts to follow-up.

[8:05 PM] Text me whenever you’re on your way so I can go make sure the coast is clear.

[8:10 PM] I’m room #218 in case you forgot.

Another 10 minutes went by without a reply, but you didn't think much of it. He had jokingly mentioned earlier that it was stressful that he had to style himself to come see his stylist. You thought maybe he was just taking a long time to get ready and decided to tease him a bit.

[8:20 PM] I hope you’re not actually stressing over your hair right now. I’m sure it will be perfect and you will look very handsome, just like always.

After a half hour of waiting, though, you still had not heard from him. All of your recent texts were unread, so you figured maybe rehearsal had run late and he wasn’t back yet or he was scrambling to get ready and therefore hadn’t checked his phone, but you began to feel anxious nonetheless.

Had you not recently been stood up, the idea that Tae might not actually be coming wouldn’t have even crossed your mind, but it did. Obviously he couldn’t just ghost you like Minho did, you would literally have to see him in about 12 hours once the shoot started, but you couldn’t stop an awful, intrusive thought from filling up your mind: that he was purposefully ignoring your texts so he could pretend like he forgot.

[8:41 PM] Tae?

[8:45 PM] Do you still want to come over?

[8:50 PM] If you’re too tired after rehearsing all day it’s OK. I understand.

You were trying so desperately to keep it together, to not let yourself jump to conclusions, but at 9:05 PM you saw Jimin post a photo from his hotel room to Weverse with the following caption:

“Happy to be resting after a long day of rehearsal. Can’t wait for you all to see this MV!”

And that’s when you lost it.

By 9:10 PM you had cracked open the bottle of champagne.

By 9:20 PM you had downed your first glass.

By 9:30 PM you had finished half the bottle.

By 9:45 PM the bottle was empty.

By 10:00 PM you were officially drunk and heartbroken. You had long ago changed out of your date attire and were now in your pajamas, a simple loose tank top and a pair of shorts. You had cried your way through the first few glasses of champagne and were now in a state of utter despair.

Waiting for Tae had been like waiting alone at that restaurant bar, only worse. Infinitely fucking worse. Minho was a stranger, someone who honestly didn’t matter in the slightest at the end of the day, but this was Tae. This was the love of your life who, up until about an hour ago, you thought might actually, finally reciprocate your feelings.

You were laying on the bed staring blankly up at the ceiling, trying to stop the room from spinning while you contemplated how you were going to move forward with your life after this, when your phone finally buzzed for the first time all night.

[Taehyung 10:05 PM] Fuck, I’m SO sorry. They made me stay late at rehearsals because I was so distracted all day and kept messing up the choreography. Son Sung Deuk literally reamed me out in front of everyone. It was so embarrassing. I left my phone in the van and they wouldn’t let me leave to go get it so I could text you. Y/N, I’m so sorry.

And just like that your drunk mind was racing. That was a perfectly logical explanation for Tae’s silence over the last two hours. It was not uncommon for one of the guys to be held back individually if they were having an off day. Him being distracted today was totally believable; you certainly had been. In fact, Mrs. Choi had yelled at you numerous times for that very reason.

Fuck, what have I done?

[Taehyung 10:10 PM] Are you still awake right now?

[10:11 PM] No.

Smooth, Y/N, very smooth.

[Taehyung 10:12 PM] Either you’re trying to be funny...or you’re mad.

[Taehyung 10:16 PM] OK, you’re mad. And you have every right to be. Again, I’m so sorry 🥺

[Taehyung 10:19 PM] I just got back to the hotel. Can I come see you?

[10:23 PM] I don’t think that’s a good idea.

It took you so many tries to write that one short sentence without any typos. The absolute last thing you wanted was for him to realize you were drunk right now.

[Taehyung 10:24 PM] Please?

[Taehyung 10:24 PM] Just for a few minutes?

[Taehyung 10:25 PM] I just want to apologize in person.

[10:31 PM] Tae, I’m not in a good place right now.

FYI, that’s code for I’M WASTED.

[Taehyung 10:32 PM] Then I definitely want to see you.

[Taehyung 10:33 PM] Please let me explain and make you feel better.

[Taehyung 10:40 PM] Y/N?

Ten minutes later you were still trying to figure out how to respond to him when you heard a knock on your door.

FUCK

This was not good. You were not in any state to be talking to him right now. The fact that you had freaked out and gotten absolutely wasted after not hearing from him was so fucking embarrassing. You wanted him to just leave so you could sleep this off and pretend like it never happened, but he knocked again, this time the more urgently. Suddenly, it dawned on you that the longer he stood out there the more likely it was that someone would see him coming to your room late at night which would be even worse than him seeing you drunk.

FUCK FUCK

You jumped up out of bed, tripping over a shoe in the process and stumbling into the wall on the way to the door. You peeked through the peephole and, sure enough, there was Tae standing outside your door looking incredibly frazzled. You undid the chain lock and the deadbolt and then opened the door, hiding behind it as you did so in order to avoid actually seeing him as long as possible. He came in and you closed the door behind him, but before he could say anything you immediately walked past him and flopped down on the bed, facing away from him.

Seeing that you were clearly very upset, he came over and laid down on the bed beside you. He gave you space, but did bring his hand up to rest on your arm.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he said, softly. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“I believe you, Tae,” you assured him after a few seconds, trying to sound normal and casual. “Really, I do. It’s not a big deal.”

This was Tae, though, your best friend who read you like a book. Immediately, he realized that something more was wrong.

“Hey,” he said, now sounding extremely worried. “Can you look at me?”

Slowly, you turned to face him. He looked stressed and exhausted and his hair was all over the place, a clear sign that he had been running his hands through it. At first his gaze was on you, his eyes going wide when he noticed your red, puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks, but then he was looking at something behind you. Suddenly, he reached over you and picked up the now empty champagne bottle.

“Did you drink all of this?” he asked, his voice filled with surprise and concern.

You didn't respond. You merely nodded your head up and down.

“Because of me?” he then all but whispered, looking absolutely devastated.

You briefly considered lying and making up some sort of excuse, but ultimately thought better of it. He deserved to know the truth.

“I thought you didn't want to see me,” you admitted, your voice trembling. “I thought you were purposefully not reading my texts so you could pretend like you forgot we were supposed to see each other tonight.”

Saying those words out loud made it seem all the more ridiculous that you had actually let yourself believe that’s what had happened. The look on his face when you said them confirmed this; he looked so taken aback, so genuinely hurt that you had actually thought this.

“Y/N, do you really think I would do that to you?” he asked quietly, looking you in the eyes as he spoke, his own filled with such obvious pain it made your heart hurt.

A flood of guilt instantly washed over you. He had never given you any reason to believe he would treat you like that, but you had so easily let yourself assume the worst of him all because of something someone else had done to you.

“No. It’s just...,” you started, turning back away from him and curling yourself up into a ball. “That’s what happened last time and I just got scared.”

“Last time?” he questioned slowly. “What do you mean by ‘last time’?”

Still so embarrassed for him to know the truth about what happened that night, you didn’t say anything. You just kept staring out the window.

“Y/N?” he asked again after a minute as he gently rubbed your arm.

Again you didn’t respond at first, but you soon realized he wasn’t going to just let it go. He was probably going to find out eventually, so you might as well just say it.

“The night of our big fight,” you finally whispered.

Tae’s hand came to an abrupt halt on your arm.

“Are you saying…?” he started tensely. “Did he…?”

“He didn’t even bother to make up an excuse,” you said sadly. “Just no-showed and then ghosted me.”

Though you tried desperately to hold them back, tears began trickling down your cheeks as you spoke. With a sniffle, you quickly began wiping them away with the backs of your hands as you kept your gaze fixed on the far wall.

Tae said absolutely nothing in response to your admission. He just laid there, staring straight ahead, his grip on your arm having tightened considerably. With every passing second, your embarrassment grew and eventually, once you could no longer stand his silence, you turned towards him. The look on his face nearly stopped your heart. It was a mixture of total shock and seething anger; you had honestly never seen him look so upset before. When he looked over at you, though, his hard expression immediately softened.

“Come here,” he said gently, pulling you into his chest and wrapping his arms around you.

The moment you were settled in his embrace the floodgates opened. You cried into his shirt a mixture of tears, some of sadness over what Minho had done, but mostly of relief that Tae had not done the same.

“I’m so sorry he did that to you, Y/N,” he said in a soft, comforting voice as he rubbed your back soothingly.

“I can see why what happened tonight made you so upset,” he went on, sounding so incredibly guilty. “I’m so sorry I made you worry like that.”

“I would never do that to you, though,” he then said, hugging you closer to him. “I would never hurt you like that.”

“I know, Tae,” you said with a hiccup, your tears finally slowly down. “I’m so sorry I doubted you.”

“It’s OK,” he assured you as he brushed some of your hair away from your face. “It was all just a big misunderstanding.”

“But we’re finally together and that’s all that matters,” he then said before pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

Realizing he was absolutely right, you just snuggled deeper into his chest, curling your whole body into him. You were finally together. Not just after waiting a couple hours, but after waiting a couple years. You could honestly just feel Tae having this same realization, his hold on you tightening as he angled his body towards yours to get just a bit closer. The two of you laid there like that in each other’s arms for a long time cherishing the moment which honestly was probably the happiest of your life.

Sometime later, after cuddling like that for who knows how long, you broke the silence with a question that had been on the tip of your tongue all night.

“Was the Itaewon Class photoshoot a date?” you questioned hesitantly.

“Yes, it was most definitely a date,” he replied instantly, his face breaking out into a big smile. “Took you long enough to figure that out.”

Even though you had essentially already come to that conclusion yourself, and he had said and done many things since then to indicate that conclusion was right, it felt so good to hear him officially say it.

“Ok, just checking,” you said as a big, cheesy smile broke out across your face as well.

“It was definitely the best date I’ve ever been on,” you then said before jokingly adding. “And not just because you actually showed up.”

“I’m still so fucking angry about that,” he said back, legitimately tensing up as he spoke.

“Don’t be,” you assured him. “It’s really not important anymore.”

“Honestly, the worst part about it was that I did my hair and my makeup and got all dressed up for nothing,” you then said with a small laugh.

“It wasn’t for nothing,” he said after a moment. “I got to see how beautiful you looked.”

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better,” you said with a bashful smile.

“No I’m really not,” he said seriously.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how you looked in that dress,” he then admitted, his voice dropping ever so slightly as he spoke.

“You remember what it looked like?” you asked shyly as you mindlessly traced the pattern on his shirt with your finger.

He took a deep breath before answering you.

“It was emerald green, like the color of my mic, and covered in floral lace,” he started slowly. “It had a fitted, V-neck bodice held up by thin straps and a flowy, high-low skirt that billowed out so prettily whenever you moved.”

Your mouth dropped open: he had just described your dress perfectly. It was literally like he was reading the item description from the website you bought it at. The fact that he had remembered all of that was absolutely mind blowing.

“You looked stunning in it,” he went on as he gently stroked your arm. “So incredibly beautiful.”

He hesitated slightly before continuing, as if debating how much more of this memory he should reveal.

“I wanted to kiss you the moment I saw you standing there,” he said dreamily. “I should have. I should have kissed you and made you mine right then and there.”

“But, I didn’t,” he continued, a mixture of anguish and bitterness now in his voice. “I let you leave and then sat at home all night wondering if he was kissing you, wondering if he was making you laugh or holding your hand or touching that pretty lace.”

“That was honestly one of the worst nights of my life,” he then said quietly. “And I had no one to blame but myself.”

He was silent for a few moments, letting the weight of his statement wash over you, before he spoke again.

“I’m so angry that he hurt you, Y/N, but I’m selfishly so relieved that he didn’t get to kiss you or touch you or even see how beautiful you looked,” he finally whispered.

You were absolutely melting in his arms right now, the admission of his desire and jealousy almost too much to handle.

“You could kiss me now,” you said tentatively as you leaned back to look at him.

He looked at you, his gaze unabashedly lingering on your lips, and for a moment you were sure he was going to do it, but then he didn’t.

“You don’t want to anymore?” you said in the smallest voice imaginable, recoiling from him ever so slightly.

“I do,” he replied instantly, almost desperately, as he pulled you back into him. “I want to kiss you more than I’ve ever wanted anything before in my entire life.”

“But, I want our first kiss to be special,” he then said tenderly as he brought a hand up to cup your cheek. “I don’t want it to happen when you’ve been drinking.”

Your heart overflowed with adoration at his words; he was absolutely right. Even though you could definitely give your consent, anything you did right now would undoubtedly be marred by the fact that you’d downed an entire bottle of champagne a few hours ago. After all this time, all this waiting, you didn’t want your first kiss to be forever tainted because of that.

“You’re right,” you agreed with a sigh.

“I’m sorry I ruined everything,” you then added quietly.

“Y/N,” he gently scolded. “You did not ruin anything.”

He was being so kind and understanding right now, but you still couldn’t help but feel unbelievably embarrassed and also incredibly frustrated. If you hadn’t been such an insecure idiot earlier this night would have turned out so much differently; you could have his perfect lips on yours right now.

“But I did,” you said defeatedly.

“Tae, you really should get going,” you then added. “The shoot starts tomorrow and it’s already so late.”

“You should be sleeping right now, not dealing with me being drunk,” you went on.

“I’m not leaving now,” he said with complete seriousness, giving you a surprised look. “I’m going to stay and take care of you.”

“You don’t have to do that, though,” you replied guiltily.

“But, I want to,” he said earnestly, his eyes filled with nothing but sincerity.

“Besides, even if I went back to my room now I’d still be up all night worrying about you,” he continued.

Overcome with emotion at just how sweet and caring and wonderful he was, you sat up slightly, leaned down, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. As you pulled back to look at him, you saw him wearing the most adorable expression you’ve ever seen on his beautiful face.

“That’s the first time you’ve ever kissed me,” he said shyly, his cheeks turning pink as he spoke.

You realized he was right. He’d given you several kisses before, on your fingers, your hand, your temple, the top of your head just now, but you had never given him any.

“And it won’t be the last,” you said with a grin as you leaned back down and kissed his other cheek, already making good on that promise.

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Too Good To Be True - Ch. 25 | kth(m)

Summary: Kim Taehyung is a world famous idol in the hit K-pop group, BTS, and you are his personal stylist. Per your contract with Big Hit, he is absolutely, 100% off-limits, and yet, you are completely and hopelessly in love with him. You’ve spent years trying to shove your feelings down, but it’s getting harder and harder to ignore and hide them, especially considering the way Tae always treats you. He’s affectionate and protective and sometimes outright flirtatious, but that’s how he is with everyone, right? Confused, frustrated, and lovesick, you find yourself wondering if it might finally be worth risking your career and your heart to find out.

pairing: Taehyung x reader

genre: Idol! au, fluff, angst, eventual smut, friends to lovers, slow burn

rating: 18+

word count: 3.6k

warnings: cursing, mentions alcohol consumption, some slight adult content (hehehe)

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Chapter 25: Love Drunk - Part 2

After discovering there was no food in your room except for dark chocolate, Tae called down to room service using the most ridiculous fake woman’s voice you’d ever heard. You were literally howling with laughter as he ordered the pancakes you asked for and nearly rolled off the bed when he told them his name was ‘Mrs. Choi’. When he was finished, he hung up the phone and walked over to where you were laying.

“You need to keep it down, little missy,” he said sternly, but with a smirk as he caged you with his arms and hovered over you.

Your laughter ceased immediately; being scolded by sexy, serious Tae was infinitely more arousing now that you could act on the desire he fueled in you.

“And if I don’t?” you asked mischievously, giving him your best smoldering stare.

He leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Then you will be punished.”

Well fuck

It dawned on you just then that you were now maybe, hopefully dating not only the World’s Most Handsome Man, but arguably the world’s biggest tease. If you were going to survive him, you knew you needed to step your game up.

“You’re only teasing yourself, Mr. Kim,” you replied coyly. “As per the rules of my drunkenness, I’m fairly certain none of the punishments you have in mind are permissible.”

The look on his face when you said that was absolutely delicious: it was a mixture of complete astonishment and unmistakable lust.

“Little minx,” he muttered as he pulled away from you, echoing his sentiment from last night. “You are going to be the death of me.”

After recovering from that steamy encounter, and while waiting for your pancakes to arrive, drunk you then thought it was best to perform your own interpretive dance to Dynamite. Tae found your performance inspiring and declared that, should he be unable to perform tomorrow, he would most definitely nominate you as his replacement. He gave it the following officially unofficial scores: 10/10 for creativity, 11/10 for effort, and 9.5/10 for execution, the .5 point deduction coming because you accidentally knocked over a lamp while attempting a fan kick. Once you were finished, he then performed the actual Dynamite choreography, with a little extra flare that came in the form of several winks, lip bites, and blown kisses.

When your pancakes were delivered you obviously had to be the one to get the door and when you got back inside you found Tae with the remote in his hand, his big, boxy smile plastered on his face. You turned to look at the TV and, sure enough, the opening credits to Frozen were playing. You ate your pancakes with your hands, claiming that they tasted better that way, a statement which Tae wholeheartedly agreed with. They came with strawberry jam, but you just wanted to eat them plain so you let Tae have that. He ate it from the little container with his finger, doing so ever so slightly seductively and giving you a little smirk when you noticed and blushed.

When you were done eating you moved to sit between his legs, your back resting against his sturdy chest as he leaned against the headboard. He kept his arms snuggly wrapped around your waist, briefly removing one every now and then to grab the glass of water from the bedside table to remind you to drink. Every so often he would ask how you were feeling and when you at one point said you had a bit of a headache, he jumped up to get the Ibuprofen you kept in your purse. After you took some, he made sure to settle right back into his previous spot, his arms instantly encircling you once more.

As you kept watching the movie, you realized he truly did know almost all of the words which you found absolutely adorable. Listening to him sing “Do You Want To Build A Snowman?” was so endearing that your love for him had literally doubled by the time the song was over. Once the movie finally came to an end a little while later and Tae turned off the TV, a giant yawn involuntarily escaped you.

“Is my Y/N sleepy?” he asked softly, sweeping your hair to the side and placing a little kiss just behind your ear.

“Maybe,” you replied, smiling at his words and giggling because that tickled just a bit. You would never stop loving how wonderful it sounded when he called you his.

“But, I don’t want you to leave so I have to stay awake,” you then said sleepily.

“Who says I’m going to leave?” he asked in reply, hugging you a little tighter as he spoke. “I believe I owe you a night’s worth of cuddles.”

A million butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the thought of him actually staying the night with you. Even if you were truly just going to sleep, it was still such an intimate thing to do together. It was something you wanted, though, something you truly felt ready for. You may have only been unofficially together for a week, but you had known and trusted and loved him for years. Intimacy, of every kind, was something you desperately craved with him.

“Yes, I believe you do,” you replied shyly as you slid your hands down his arms and intertwined your fingers with his.

For the next few minutes you just sat there like that, basking in not just the current moment, but in all the wonderful moments, both big and small, that comprised the entire evening. To be completely honest, the thought that you might actually be asleep and dreaming did cross your mind; it all just seemed so unreal. However, the sound of Tae’s voice pulled you from that thought.

“I was wondering if maybe you would like to hear my song now?” he asked hesitantly.

“I would love to,” you replied dreamily.

And so he sang his song for you, the sad, sweet lullaby about ships that you first heard what felt like ages ago. You realized at once that the song wasn’t simply about love, rather, it was a confession of love. Even in your half-asleep, still slightly buzzed state of existence, you were all but sure as to why he wrote it and why he was singing it for you now.

Around and around your mind whirled searching for the words to say and the courage to say them once he stopped singing, but nothing seemed right. Nothing you thought of could match the tenderness and sincerity of his voice, could quell the unmistakable sense of longing or secure the loose thread of hesitation woven throughout the song. In the end, though, it mattered not; the song was most certainly a lullaby, the sound of his soft, wistful humming after the second chorus being the last thing you remember hearing before you finally drifted off.

After falling asleep on his chest, you woke at some point a while later to the feeling of him gently extracting himself from your embrace. Now completely sober and suddenly feeling very self-conscious about everything that had happened, you kept your eyes closed and pretended to still be asleep. He laid you down beside him, making sure to tuck you under the covers, but then got up from the bed. For a minute or two you heard him shuffling around the room, the indistinct rustling giving nothing away as to what he was doing, until eventually the lights flicked off.

For one heart-stopping moment you thought he might be leaving, that he had changed his mind about staying, changed his mind about you, but then suddenly you felt the bed dip. The covers were lifted up briefly as he crawled under them and laid down beside you. The next thing you knew, his arm was snaking around your waist and gently pulling you closer until your back was flush with his now bare chest. He kept his arm wrapped around you, his fingers grazing the exposed skin between your tank top and shorts, as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. A second later he pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder and then whispered two words just barely loud enough for you to hear.

“Goodnight, jagi.”

~~~

When you woke the next morning in Tae’s koala-bear-like embrace, you realized you were absolutely wrong last night: this was the happiest moment of your life. You had flipped over at some point during the night and were now facing him. The two of you were also now sharing a pillow, your faces close enough that you could count his long, beautiful eyelashes. His arm was still wrapped around your waist and his leg was now haphazardly thrown over yours. You were positive you could not have escaped his hold even if you tried, but that was not at all a problem; you would have been perfectly happy staying there with him like that forever.

A few moments later, when he opened his eyes and gave you the most adorable sleepy smile, you felt an incredible urge to tell him you loved him. You almost did it too, but at the last second you got cold feet. He hadn’t explicitly said it last night and you were still ever so slightly afraid that you’d misinterpreted the meaning of his song and him singing it for you.

“Hi,” he said, making absolutely no move to extract himself from you.

“Hi,” you said back, a shy smile on your face.

“How are you feeling?” he asked with a slightly concerned expression. “Do you have a headache or anything?”

“No, I feel OK,” you replied honestly before adding. “Thanks to a certain someone taking such good care of me.”

His face broke out into his signature big, boxy grin which you decided looked infinitely cuter than usual while laying in bed.

“Did I say or do anything embarrassing last night?” you then asked him hesitantly.

Instantly, his smile disappeared.

“Wait, do you not remember parts of last night?” he asked, sounding slightly panicked as he retracted his arm and leg.

“No, no, no. Tae, I remember everything,” you quickly assured him.

“I guess I was just trying to get your opinion on whether or not I made a complete fool of myself,” you went on sheepishly.

He visibly relaxed when you said that, and placed his hand back on your waist, but then furrowed his brow at you.

“You were not a fool,” he gently scolded before adding with a smile. “You were just silly and adorable.”

You breathed out a sigh of relief. You realized he likely wouldn’t have stayed the night if he thought you were a complete trainwreck, but it was still nice to get reassurance that you had not ruined everything with your drunken shenanigans.

As you looked back over at him and gave him a small smile, the gravity of the whole situation finally seemed to dawn on you. Kim Taehyung was in your bed right now. Correction: Kim Taehyung had been in your bed all night. Furthermore, he had spent that entire time holding you while shirtless, a fact you were reminded of every time your gaze wandered down from his beautiful face. You were trying, and completely failing, to keep your eyes from lingering on his bare chest, when suddenly he spoke up.

“I have a confession,” he said, looking extremely nervous.

“Ok,” you said slowly as your heart began beating erratically in your chest.

He was quiet then for a few moments and you held your breath waiting for him to continue.

“The night of The Grammys,” he started. “I-I remember everything.”

Your mouth dropped open.

“I told you I didn’t because I was embarrassed, but I did,” he said, wincing as he spoke.

“I wanted to see you,” he continued. “I was drunk and happy and I just wanted to see you.”

“I wasn’t trying to like get with you,” he quickly clarified. “Though, you did look insanely hot in that sequin tank top which was incredibly distracting.”

“Kim Taehyung, did you purposefully smear strawberry jam on a $1,500 shirt just so you could ask me to come clean it?” you asked incredulously.

“No, no! I swear I didn’t. I really was that clumsy,” he said with a laugh. “But it was the perfect excuse to text you. At least, that’s what my drunken brain thought.”

There were a million thoughts rushing through your mind and a million emotions washing over you right now, but ultimately the only response to his confession that felt appropriate was to burst out laughing.

“I’m going to kill you and that goddamn jammy shirt,” you said a moment later once you had caught your breath.

“We raised a ton of money for charity with the auction if it makes you feel any better,” he said, grinning at you.

“It does,” you replied with another laugh.

It got quiet again for a minute and you found yourself thinking that the whole incident from the night of The Grammys would one day make a really great story. You then blushed, and internally scolded yourself for jumping ten steps ahead, when you realized who exactly you imagined telling the story to.

“I’m sorry,” he then said, sounding serious once more. “I know I shouldn’t have lied to you.”

“I just panicked when I woke up in the morning and you weren’t there,” he continued quietly. “I thought you were mad at me or that you felt uncomfortable or unsafe being with me.”

Recalling the momentary panic you felt last night when you thought he was leaving, and knowing how absolutely devastated you would have been to wake up this morning with him gone, an enormous wave of guilt instantly washed over you.

“Tae, I’m so sorry for leaving like that,” you said, reaching up to take his hand in yours.

“I was just really overwhelmed,” you then admitted. “Waking up in your room, in your bed, and in your clothes was kind of devastating, to be honest.”

“It was like a dream come true that then turned into a nightmare when I remembered that I wasn’t supposed to be there,” you continued. “That you didn’t actually want me there.”

“But, I did want you there,” he said earnestly. “Even if it only happened by accident.”

“The moment I saw how cute you looked in my pajamas I decided I couldn’t wait any longer,” he then added with a sad smile. “I was going to tell you how I felt the next morning.”

“You were?” you asked softly.

He nodded his head in reply and you felt your heart constrict. The two of you could have been together months ago, could have avoided so much heartbreak, if you hadn’t left that morning.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered as an immense amount of regret welled up inside you.

“Y/N, it’s OK. It doesn’t matter anymore” he said gently as he let go of your hand and instead reached up to cup your cheek. “We’re together now.”

He then stared into your eyes with that same intent look he gave you on the beach, the same one he gave you last night. His eyes flicked down to your lips as he nervously licked his own. He tilted his head ever so slightly and you instinctively mirrored the action. Then you were both slowly leaning in. Your lips were just inches apart as your eyes fluttered closed.

Oh my god it is finally going to happen…

*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*

At the sudden sound of someone absolutely pounding on your hotel room door, you two instantly jumped apart.

“Were you expecting someone this morning?” Tae whispered frantically.

“No!” you practically yelled in return.

Just then a few more loud knocks came, this time along with some commentary.

“Y/N, you better be awake!” the muffled, but unmistakable sound of Mrs. Choi’s voice said impatiently.

Fucking Mrs. Choi would be the one to ruin the most romantic moment of my life

“Shit, shit, shit,” you said, scrambling up out of the bed.

Tae got up too and immediately started looking around the room for somewhere to hide.

“Fuck, get in the bathroom,” you whispered, opening the door and shoving him inside. “Hide in the shower just in case.”

Two seconds later you opened the door to find Mrs. Choi mid-knock, a look of extreme annoyance plastered on her face.

“I see you were still in bed just now,” she said, eyeing you disdainfully. “I’m disappointed, but not surprised.”

“I was expecting you to take the first bus over this morning,” she added bluntly.

You tried to respond, but she immediately cut you off.

“This is your concept we’re using today,” she then went on. “You have a responsibility to make sure it’s executed properly.”

“Yes, Mrs. Choi. Of course,” you replied sweetly, trying so hard not to let it be known that you wanted nothing more than to murder her right now. “I will be ready shortly.”

“Good,” she then said curtly before turning on her heel and storming off down the hall.

You shut the door, closed your eyes, and then leaned your forehead against it.

Fuck that was a close call

“You can come out now,” you then called to Tae as you began fiddling with the door’s numerous locks.

You heard the bathroom door open and when you turned back around a few moments later you found Tae standing right in front of you. He immediately brought his hands up to cup your cheeks and the next thing you knew his plush, pink lips were pressed against yours. It took your brain a fraction of a second to register what was happening, but then you were kissing him back, every nerve ending in your body alight.

The kiss was soft and gentle and ever so slightly hesitant, but so sweet and so indescribably perfect. Every other thought in your head disappeared and the rest of the world faded away as the only thing you could focus on was the feeling of Tae’s lips on yours. You were in a state of complete euphoria; kissing him was literally everything you ever dreamed it would be and more.

After a couple seconds he released your lips and leaned his forehead against yours, his eyes still closed. He dropped his hands from your face and instead laced them with your own at your sides. You two stood there like that for a few wordless, blissful moments before he finally whispered, “I have wanted to do that for three years.”

“Me too,” you whispered back.

A few seconds of silence passed as the weight of your confessions settled in.

“Can I do it again?” he asked hesitantly.

“Yes,” you answered immediately.

At once his lips returned to yours only this time there was no trace of hesitancy. The kiss was urgent and hungry, fueled by years of pent up desire. At some point you must have stopped holding each others’ hands because his were now gripping your hips and yours were wrapped around his neck.

He backed you against the door slowly and when you felt his bare chest press against your thinly covered one you let out a soft moan. His kisses grew even more passionate in response as his hands pushed up the bottom of your tank top to settle on your waist. When you began tugging gently on the hair at the nape of his neck a moment later he let out a low groan of his own, a sound which you found to be utterly intoxicating.

Eager to taste that wicked, teasing tongue of his, you swiped yours against his lower lip. He complied immediately and began deepening the kiss with a dominance that had you going weak at the knees. When he gave your lower lip a soft bite a moment later, you reflexively arched your back, pressing your hips forward into his.

A jolt of electricity instantly shot through you upon feeling that he was as turned on as you were, but it dissipated a second later when he suddenly broke the kiss, removed his hands, and pulled back to look at you.

“W-we should stop,” he said breathlessly.

You were confused and on the verge of panic thinking you’d somehow already managed to ruin things with your subpar kissing abilities when he spoke again.

“I-I want to take it slow,” he said nervously. “But, I honestly don’t feel like I can control myself right now.”

“You are so beautiful and so sexy and I want to do so much more than kiss you right now,” he admitted as he slowly ran his hands down your sides, eventually settling them on the thin strip of exposed skin just below your tank top.

“But, I want to wait,” he then said, leaning his forehead against yours again. “I want to savor this. I want to savor you.”

You felt yourself flush immediately, but it wasn’t because you were embarrassed. If he had intended to de-escalate the situation with that statement, he had unfortunately failed miserably. Kim Taehyung admitting that you were making him lose control was just about the hottest thing anyone had ever said to you.

But, you fought back the urge to pull him in for another kiss because he was absolutely right, you should take this slow. After years of waiting and hoping to one day be with him, you wanted to savor every last drop of it too.

“OK,” you whispered as you kissed the beauty mark on the tip of his nose. “We’ll take it slow.”

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Too Good To Be True - Ch. 26 | kth(m)

Summary: Kim Taehyung is a world famous idol in the hit K-pop group, BTS, and you are his personal stylist. Per your contract with Big Hit, he is absolutely, 100% off-limits, and yet, you are completely and hopelessly in love with him. You’ve spent years trying to shove your feelings down, but it’s getting harder and harder to ignore and hide them, especially considering the way Tae always treats you. He’s affectionate and protective and sometimes outright flirtatious, but that’s how he is with everyone, right? Confused, frustrated, and lovesick, you find yourself wondering if it might finally be worth risking your career and your heart to find out.

pairing: Taehyung x reader

genre: Idol! au, fluff, angst, eventual smut, friends to lovers, slow burn

rating: 18+

word count: 3.6k

warnings: cursing, making out, some light touching, SO MUCH TEASING

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Chapter 26: Such A Tease

As you stood off to the side on set later that day watching the guys run through the choreography, you simply could not calm your racing heart. Your smile, the one that had been plastered on your face since the moment Tae left your room that morning, felt like a scarlet letter. It’s not that there was anything inherently wrong with grinning from ear to ear for hours at a time, but Tae had been sporting the same exact expression all day.

People had immediately noticed his change in demeanor and performance from the previous day. Son Sung Deuk had simply complimented him, noting how focused he seemed and how sharp his movements were, but the guys were less subtle in pointing out Tae’s altered state. While you were touching up his hair after they’d filmed the first couple scenes, Jungkook strolled over and straight up called him out.

“Alright, what are you on right now?” Jungkook asked jokingly. “Yesterday you were a mess, but today your dancing is better than Hobi-hyung’s.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Tae said, his smile somehow growing even larger.

“That. That right there,” the younger man said, pointing directly at Tae’s face. “Why are you so smiley today?”

“I just really love this song,” Tae said with a laugh.

Your heart skipped a beat at the potential double meaning of his words.

“And, I really love this green suit Y/N picked out for me,” he added cheekily a second later. “I don’t know what it is, but people always look extremely attractive in green.”

You bit back a laugh and hoped that Jungkook couldn’t see how much you were blushing right now. When he left a few minutes later, you gave Tae the sternness glare you could muster, which probably was not all that threatening, but all he gave you in return was a knowing smirk.

An hour or so later you were in one of the trailers organizing the outfits the guys would be wearing next when Tae walked in with a mischievous look on his face.

“Kim Taehyung, are you following me?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him questioningly.

“I most certainly am not,” he said in mock defense as he scanned the room and hastily picked up a hair dryer sitting on the table. “I came here for this hair dryer.”

“Your hair isn’t wet,” you said, trying to hold back a smile as you folded your arms over your chest and gave him a dubious look.

“Ahh, you’re right. It’s not,” he said as he set the hair dryer down. “I guess I don’t need it after all.”

“But, since I’m here anyway, I might as well give you this,” he then said with a smirk as he leaned over and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“Tae!” you scolded, the big, silly grin you were now sporting making it obvious you were anything but angry. “You can’t do stuff like that.”

“Jagi, no one else is in here,” he replied calmly, giving you a shy smile.

“Well, you’re also being way too obvious out there,” you then added somewhat seriously.

“Obvious about what?” he asked innocently.

“Obvious about the fact that I woke up this morning with a beautiful woman in my arms? Or that I then got to make out with said beautiful woman?” he went on teasingly, wiggling his eyebrows at you in such a ridiculous way that you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Or,” he continued, suddenly sounding much more serious. “Is it too obvious that I am the happiest man in South Korea, perhaps even the entire world?”

As he said this, he took your hands. He brought each one up to his lips and placed a gentle kiss to your fingertips, just like he did that night on the roof.

“You make me so happy, Y/N,” he said, giving you his big, boxy grin. “I just can’t hide it.”

“You make me happy too, Tae,” you replied, smiling back at him with so much love in your heart you thought for sure it might explode.

“But, could you please just try to look slightly less ridiculously happy?” you asked with a laugh as you let go of his hands and turned back to the rack of clothes. “Maybe throw in a frown every once in a while?”

“I will try,” he replied seriously before his face broke out into another smile. “But, I cannot make any promises.”

You were about to then shoo him out so you could get some actual work done, when suddenly he spoke up again.

“Can I please just have one kiss before I go back out there?” he asked sweetly, giving you his puppy dog eyes. “It’s been like 6 whole hours since I last kissed you and that’s just too long.”

You looked over at him and, for perhaps the millionth time in your life, thought to yourself that he was entirely too charming for his own good.

“One kiss,” you said sternly.

You pulled him into a corner in the back of the trailer behind the clothing racks where you couldn’t be seen from the door or any of the windows. Gripping the vest of his green suit, you drew him in for what you thought would be one quick kiss. You were fooling yourself, though, for thinking that would be enough to satiate either of you. One kiss turned into two which then turned into three...

“I thought you said just one,” he pulled back to say with a smirk.

“You’re right, I did. We should sto-,” you started, but were cut off when Tae’s lips crashed back onto yours.

Before you knew it, he had an arm wrapped around your lower back holding you tightly to him, the other bracing against the wall behind you. His kisses were deep and passionate and you found yourself utterly lost in them as all rational thought left you. You should not be doing this with him right now, here on the set of a fucking BTS music video, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop.

You were cursing yourself for dressing him in this green suit that made him sinfully irresistible when suddenly he broke the kiss. Instead of pulling away, though, he began trailing kisses down your jawline and onto your neck.

“I’ve always wanted to kiss you here,” he said a moment later before his lips latched onto the sensitive spot just below your ear.

“Fuck, Tae,” you breathed out, trying desperately to keep it together despite the fact that what he was doing felt so good. “D-Don’t leave marks.”

“I won’t, Jagi,” he assured you before pulling back to give you a wicked smile. “At least not where anyone else can see.”

You were on the verge of losing it, wondering where exactly on your body he planned on hiding his kisses, when suddenly you heard the sound of Namjoon’s voice calling out Tae’s name somewhere outside the trailer.

“Shit, I’ve got to go,” he said, immediately letting go of you. He gave you another quick peck, flashed you an adorable smile, and then sprinted out of the trailer.

Fucking Kim Taehyung and his duality

He would come in here acting all sweet and innocent, get you all worked up with his hot neck kisses, and then have to leave. After taking a few minutes to compose yourself, and finish organizing the clothes, you casually strolled out of the trailer, determined not to let anyone, especially Tae, know just how tightly you were wrapped around his finger.

~~~

Shooting didn't wrap up until almost 8:30 PM and the buses didn’t get back to the hotel until after 9:00 PM. On top of that, for reasons you would never understand, the guys were scheduled to do a VLive starting at 10:00 PM.

It had been a long day and you knew Tae was exhausted; he and the rest of the guys had literally been on the floor once the final scenes were filmed. You didn’t want to bother him, but you couldn’t deny that you wanted more than anything for him to stay with you again. It just felt so wonderful falling asleep and waking up in his arms. Unsure how to ask, or even broach the subject, you were in the process of rewriting a text to him for the umpteenth time when you received one from him.  

[Taehyung 9:23 PM] So I was thinking. We got to bed so late last night that I’m not sure I can count it as giving you a full night of cuddles. I think I might still owe you…

He wanted to stay with you again too

And, just like that you were that person smiling down at your phone like an idiot.

[9:24 PM] Hmm you’re right. According to my calculations, you definitely still owe me. Would you like to pay off your debt tonight?

[Taehyung 9:25 PM] Yes. Absolutely.

[Taehyung 9:26 PM] We still have this VLive at 10, though, so I might not be there until pretty late. I don’t want to keep you up. I know you must be tired. You worked so hard today.

You had worked really hard today. Mrs. Choi had made sure of that. The fact that he noted this, even though he and the rest of the guys clearly worked even harder, was just so sweet.

[9:28 PM] I don’t mind if it’s late. I could maybe give you one of my room keys? Just in case I fall asleep? That way you don’t have to wait in the hallway.

[Taehyung 9:29 PM] OK, that sounds good. I’ll stop by to get it in like 15 minutes.

[9:30 PM] OK 😊

With a sudden burst of diabolical inspiration about how to get back at Tae for his shenanigans in the trailer, you suddenly leapt to your feet and strode over to your suitcase. After rummaging around in it for a minute or so, you finally found what you were looking for: the black lace bra and panties you may or may not have bought specifically for this trip. You hastily put them on and then threw Tae’s hoodie on over top.

A few minutes later, you were eagerly watching through the peephole of your door, its many locks already undone. As soon as you saw him come into view, you yanked the door open and he quickly slipped inside. You closed the door and turned to find him staring at you, his gaze fixed on your barely covered legs.

He didn't say a word, he simply walked over to you, slowly backing you against the wall in the process. Cupping your cheeks, he brought his lips to yours for a slow, sensual kiss that had you almost forgetting your plan entirely. After a minute, he dropped his hands from your face and gently ran them down your sides.

“What are you wearing underneath this?” he asked softly as he toyed with the hem of his hoodie.

“I’ll let you find out for yourself,” you replied flirtatiously. “But, there’s a catch.”

“You can look or you can touch, but you cannot do both,” you went on, biting your lower lip seductively like you’d seen him do countless times before.

Without hesitating, he put his hands on the sides of your bare legs. After watching your reaction to make sure that was OK with you, he then slowly began running them upwards and underneath his hoodie. Higher and higher he went, well past the point where a pair of shorts would have sat, until finally his fingers brushed the delicate fabric.

“Fuck,” he breathed out.

“You seemed to really like my lace dress,” you whispered in his ear. “I thought you might like these too.”

For a moment he was still, utterly transfixed by the feeling of the thin, lacy band beneath his fingertips, but he soon began running his fingers back and forth along the fabric, his touch light and gentle and ever so slightly hesitant. When he slid his hands backward, his eyes went wide when he felt how cheeky the panties were, how little they actually covered and how they perfectly hugged the curve of your ass. When he then slipped his hands to the front and trailed his fingers over the little bow just below your navel, he swore again under his breath.

“Do you like them?” you asked innocently, now looking up at him with big doe eyes.

“I fucking love them,” he all but whispered.

“Do you wear things like this every day?” he then asked in a low, husky voice as he continued to play with the bow, gently pulling it and letting the band snap back softly against your skin.

“Only for special occasions,” you replied, trying to sound casual despite the fact that having his hands on you like this was driving you wild.

“Good,” he murmured, leaning his forehead against yours. “I’ll never be able to focus at work if I know you’re wearing these.”

“Well in that case, maybe I will start wearing them to the studio,” you then said coyly.

He pulled back to look at you and you saw something dark flash across his beautiful features.

“Now you’re just being a tease,” he said with a sternness that shot right through you.

“You’ve always been such a tease,” he went on. “Wearing those loose shirts that you know I can see down or that one skin-tight pair of dark jeans that make this look incredible.”

As he said that last part, he slid both hands backward again to palm your ass and give it a light squeeze. He then kept them there, his fingers slowly tracing the outline of the lace. If you didn’t already have a kink for his hands, you most certainly did now. You simply could not get over how fucking huge they were; he could literally cup your entire cheek in one hand.

“You knew I couldn’t have you, but you made me want you anyway,” he continued as he brought his hands back to your sides and then dipped his fingers beneath the lacy band. He then began trailing them back and forth along your hips, each time coming a little further forward, a little closer to where you most wanted them.

“You can have me now,” you whispered, now incredibly turned on and well aware of the fact that he was definitely the one teasing you.

“Unfortunately, I don’t think there’s time for that,” he said regretfully, giving you a devilish smirk before removing his hands from you entirely. “Our VLive starts in 5 minutes.”

You pouted at him, folding your arms across your chest.

“Don’t give me that face. You started this,” he teased before placing a light kiss on your pouty lips.

“But, I really do have to go now,” he then said seriously, looking genuinely disappointed, as he brought his hand up to gently caress your cheek. “I’ll see you later tonight, OK?”

“OK,” you replied as your pout morphed into a shy smile.    

He gave you another quick peck, took the spare key from you, and was about to open the door to leave when suddenly he turned back around. In the blink of an eye his lips were back on yours for a brief, but incredibly intense kiss.

“Just so you know, it’s not the lace, Jagi,” he said after releasing your lips. “It’s you in the lace.”

With that, he finally left your room, leaving you rooted to the spot, smiling like a fool, and blushing from head to toe.

~~~

It was almost midnight by the time he came to your room. You had been teetering on the edge of sleep for the last hour, trying desperately to stay awake so you could see him. The moment you heard the door unlock, though, you were wide awake. You heard him shuffle into the room, heard the unmistakable sound of him unzipping his jeans and removing his outer layers of clothing, and then heard him call out to you.

“Y/N?” Tae whispered.

“No, it’s Mrs. Choi,” you replied, biting back a laugh.

“Oh god, don’t even joke about that,” he said back as he climbed onto the bed.

“I might leave now just because you said that,” he went on, though, as he said this he was already slipping under the covers.

“You’re not going to leave,” you said smugly, turning to face him. “You want my cuddles.”

“I do want them,” he admitted with a laugh as he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you flush against him. “I need them, actually.”

He leaned in to kiss you then, but this kiss was much different than the urgent, hungry ones you’d shared that morning and throughout in the day. This kiss was slow and sweet, passionate too, but not as if it was meant to lead anywhere. It felt like he was kissing you simply for the sake of kissing you and being close to you, not because he wanted anything from you, which you appreciated so much.

It’s not that you didn't want to do more with him physically, because you definitely did, especially after all the teasing you two did today, but you didn’t want your entire relationship to be centered on that. It meant the world to you that he seemed to feel the same, that he came here tonight not with an agenda or expectations, but to truly just be with you.

“I loved waking up next to you this morning,” he said once you parted, sounding so sincere. “I wish you were the first thing I saw every day.”

If anyone else had said this, you would have worried it was some sort of practiced line, but this was Tae. You knew he wasn’t like that. He simply said whatever came to mind in the moment and what he was thinking right now were the most adorable, wonderful thoughts.

“You’re making me blush,” you said shyly as you hid your face in the crook of his neck. “You can’t see it because it’s dark, but I am.”

“I love making you blush,” he teased.

“I remember the first time I ever said you looked cute you turned the prettiest shade of pink,” he went on. As he spoke, you could just hear the smile in his voice.

“Stop,” you whined. “I’m going to die of embarrassment.”

“It would be my pleasure to revive you via mouth-to-mouth,” he said back smoothly.

You burst out laughing. “If the embarrassment doesn’t kill me, your cheesy pickup lines will.”

“Well then we should start planning your funeral now because they are only going to get cheesier,” he replied before he too started to laugh.

The two of you then spent the next hour talking and giggling and, yes, occasionally locking lips. You knew you should have gone to bed right away, the second day of the shoot was starting in just a couple hours, but you were far too excited to sleep. It just felt like you guys had too much to catch up on, too much lost time to start making up for, to waste a single moment on sleep.

As it neared 1:00 AM, and you were finally starting to get sleepy, it dawned on you that being here with him on a trip like this was actually such a tease. In the hotel you had relatively easy access to each other with your rooms being just a floor apart. Since Big Hit had actually gone ahead and rented out the entire hotel, you didn’t have to worry about being spotted by fans or the media or any other random people. You obviously had to be careful about being seen by other members of the BTS team, but they weren’t specifically watching Tae’s every move like many people would be outside the hotel. Even in the trailer, where you were literally on set with the entire rest of the team, you had been able to get some privacy.

Back in Seoul, once you returned to normal life, things would undoubtedly be different. You wouldn’t get any privacy at Big Hit; there would be no closed, locked doors to hide behind. You could still spend time together in the studio, but it would have to be in a strictly platonic capacity. If you wanted to actually see each other, you would have to go to each others’ apartments, which was easier said than done. Tae lived in a gated apartment complex that was under constant surveillance by security as well as by the media and sasaeng fans. You lived in a random apartment building that would be extremely difficult for him to visit without being followed or recognized.

You suddenly found yourself feeling rather anxious about everything, wondering what exactly you’d gotten yourself into and how you were supposed to make it all work.

“Tae,” you called out softly, almost nervously, after you’d flipped around to get ready to actually go to sleep. “What happens when we get home?”

“We figure it out together,” he said simply, seeming to know exactly what you were asking, as he gathered you in his arms and pulled you close.

“OK,” you replied, his quiet confidence already making you feel infinitely better.

“Goodnight, Tae,” you said a moment later.

“Goodnight, Jagi,” he replied, once again giving your shoulder a little kiss.

You took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and then closed your eyes.

You'll figure it out together

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Too Good To Be True - Ch. 27 | kth(m)

Summary: Kim Taehyung is a world famous idol in the hit K-pop group, BTS, and you are his personal stylist. Per your contract with Big Hit, he is absolutely, 100% off-limits, and yet, you are completely and hopelessly in love with him. You’ve spent years trying to shove your feelings down, but it’s getting harder and harder to ignore and hide them, especially considering the way Tae always treats you. He’s affectionate and protective and sometimes outright flirtatious, but that’s how he is with everyone, right? Confused, frustrated, and lovesick, you find yourself wondering if it might finally be worth risking your career and your heart to find out.

pairing: Taehyung x reader

genre: Idol! au, fluff, angst, eventual smut, friends to lovers, slow burn

rating: 18+

word count: 4.0k

warnings: cursing, heavy petting, mentions of character death

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Chapter 27: The Real World

Seventeen days.

It had been seventeen days since you had last been with Tae in any meaningful capacity. Seventeen days since you had last been alone with him. Seventeen days since he had last held you in his arms. Seventeen days since you had last felt his lips on yours.

It had been the longest seventeen days of your life.

Figuring things out back in the real world was infinitely harder than either of you imagined it would be. Over the course of just those three days at the Dynamite music video shoot, you two had managed to completely destroy the emotional dam you had spent the previous three years carefully constructing. Everything was now pouring out, and there was absolutely nothing you could do to stop it, but it was all just flowing into the abyss since you couldn’t actually be together.

Having to act normal and casual everyday at work like nothing between you two had changed was incredibly difficult and honestly painful. You wanted to openly comfort him when he was stressed or upset. You wanted to hold his hand or hug him when you were having a bad day. You wanted to give him a kiss hello when you first saw him every morning and kiss goodbye before you left for the night. In a million ways you wanted to be close to him and show him affection, but you couldn’t and it was absolutely killing you.

If you had been able to see him outside of work it would have made the façade you had to uphold at work more bearable, but you couldn’t even do that. With the single coming out in just a few weeks, the full album being released not long after, and a month-long promotional trip to America scheduled to kick off days after the album was released, the guys’ schedule was busier than ever. Every single day, including weekends, was jam-packed with dance practice, vocal coaching, performance rehearsals, interview filming, photoshoots, meetings to finalize album details and the promotional tour, and so much more.

Most nights, Tae wasn’t finishing up work until almost 8:00 or 9:00, but that wasn’t even the worst part. Immediately after filming for the Dynamite music video had wrapped up, the decision had been made that the guys would all be living back in the dorm for the time being. This was done partly to keep everyone focused during the final stretch of the comeback, but mostly to keep everyone on the same schedule and make travel more convenient. Even Namjoon, who was married, and Jin, who was engaged, were staying there most nights of the week. Jimin and Hobi got to leave once a week to stay with their girlfriends, but since Tae obviously couldn’t tell anyone you two were together, he had no legitimate excuse to stay back at his own apartment.

You two texted all the time, and he called or Facetimed you whenever he could without being overheard by one of the guys, but it just wasn’t enough. You found yourself missing him constantly, longing for him in a way you never had before. You missed him even when he was right in front of you at work because, even though he was so close, he still felt so far away. You always missed him most at night, though, a feeling which you knew went both ways.

[Taehyung 2:14 AM] I miss you so much, Jagi.

[Taehyung 2:14 AM] I can’t sleep without you.

[Taehyung 2:15 AM] I just want to hold you again and wake up beside you.

You had woken up to those text messages one morning and immediately felt a literal pain in your chest because you felt the exact same way. Even though he had only stayed with you twice, you found yourself feeling unimaginably lonely each night without his arms around you.

You just wanted to be with him. To spend time with him as a couple, however unofficial that title was. To talk to him without having to filter and censor everything you said. To love hearing him call you Jagi, not worry constantly about that word slipping out of his mouth around someone else. To watch a movie or cook dinner or stay in your pajamas all day together. To laugh and be playful and flirty without someone yelling at you to stop. To cuddle and kiss and be intimate.

The abundance of physical contact you’d gotten during those three days, and subsequent absence of it these last two plus weeks, had left you desperately craving him, absolutely starving for his touch. You had obviously always found Tae insanely attractive, had always desired to be with him, but previously that had only been in a theoretical, abstract sense. Now, though, the concept of being with him was real, never more so than the second day of filming for the Dynamite music video, the last time the two of you had been truly alone together.

The morning had begun innocently; you had woken up first in his warm embrace and then proceeded to pepper his face with tiny kisses until his lips curled up into a shy smile and his eyes opened a few moments later. Shortly after that, you began sharing slow, tender morning kisses, ones that made you completely forget that a world existed outside of the bed you were sharing. However, when you casually mentioned that the lace panties from the day before came with a matching bra he unfortunately didn’t discover, the situation escalated quickly. The kisses became more passionate, his hands began wandering underneath your tank top, and the next thing you knew, you were on top of him, straddling his hips.

From that new position you could easily kiss his deliciously thick neck, something you had literally dreamed of doing for years. You began just below his ear, smiling to yourself when he cursed over how good it felt to be kissed there, and then worked your way down to his broad chest. As you covered his body with kisses, you began rolling your hips, subtly at first, but more purposefully once you saw, heard, and felt just how much he loved it. He brought his hands to your hips to help guide you back and forth over himself, but you were clearly in charge, slowing down and speeding up at will just to relish in how needy he grew beneath you.

It was all fun and games teasing him like that until he suddenly used those big muscles of his to flip your positions, the overt display of dominance being something you found incredibly sexy. Now on top and in control, it took him no time at all to discover how sensitive you were, the small gasp you let out when he applied just a bit of pressure with his hips bringing a smirk to his lips. You knew you were in trouble when he shifted slightly and brought his thigh between your legs. As he began slowly grinding into you, he hungrily swallowed the string of curses and small whimpers that left your lips.

Were it not for your ‘15 minutes until bus departure’ warning alarm going off a minute later, you’ve no doubt he would have soon had you coming undone. So enthralled with the way your body was responding to him, he didn’t even hear the beeping at first. He simply kept going, kept on whispering sweet nothings and praises into your ear as he slowly rocked his hips. You had half a mind to ignore the alarm and your responsibilities entirely and let him continue, that’s how good he was making you feel. However, you used all your willpower to gently push him off of you, telling him if you two didn’t stop now, you were literally never going to be able to leave the bed.

Had you known that the passionate kiss you shared just before he left your room was the last one you were going to get for a while, you would have made it last a little longer, would have savored it just a bit more.

~~~

Today, the seventeenth day since you’d last been with Tae, was significant for two reasons.

First, it was the day of the new album’s concept photoshoot. A shoot like this was always important, but this one was especially so because Tae was serving as the Visual Director. Taking on this role was a huge opportunity for him to showcase his many other artistic skills outside of singing, dancing, and performing. You were so proud of all the hard work he had put into planning everything and knew how nervous he was for the photoshoot to go smoothly. Even if you couldn’t show your support the way you wanted to, you were still determined to be there for him throughout the day, which is partly why you didn’t tell him the other reason why today was significant: that it was the five year anniversary of your mother’s death.

You had been thinking about her a lot lately, mostly wishing you could talk to her about what was happening with Tae. You wanted her advice and guidance, her assurance that you following your heart right now wasn’t the biggest mistake of your life. If anyone could have helped you navigate through the challenges you were facing now, and would surely face in the future, it would have been her.

In previous years, you had taken this day off to be with your dad and your sisters. You would visit her grave together and then relax at home cooking her favorite dinner and watching her favorite movies. But this year, with it falling on the exact same day as a major photoshoot, you just couldn’t swing it. You honestly hadn’t even tried to ask Mrs. Choi about taking the day off; you knew all she would have done was make you feel guilty and question your commitment. Your family had understood, though, and the four of you had made plans to remember her together over the weekend.

When you told Tae the story about your mom, you had mentioned she passed in late summer, but never told him the specific day. Over the last few weeks you had gone back and forth about whether or not to tell him today was that day, but had ultimately decided it would be best not to. You didn’t want him to feel guilty that you had to be working when you would have otherwise been with your family and also didn’t want to stress him more on his big day. More than that, though, you were afraid of how he would act if he knew. You worried that he would be unable to stay on his side of the invisible line you two drew between yourselves at work, that he would be too affectionate and protective and would inadvertently give you two away.

The day had started off OK. The shoot was taking place not far from Big Hit at an indoor studio where the set had been constructed. Being somewhere new was a welcome distraction and it was busy enough throughout the morning that your mind stayed relatively occupied. Tae still realized something was off right away which shouldn’t have been a surprise. He eyed you curiously the whole time you were doing his hair and makeup and asked no less than fifty times some variation of ‘Are you OK?’. You just smiled back at him, though, and assured him you were fine, just a little tired perhaps, which you hoped he believed.

However, as the day went on, it became harder and harder to focus and keep it together. Your mind began drifting elsewhere, to thoughts of your mom both before and after she got sick, to the dark days that followed her passing, to all the questions you wished you could ask her right now. At one point, after you had looked up to find Tae looking at you from across the room, a slightly concerned expression on his face, the thought that she would never get to meet him crossed your mind and you got momentarily choked up; she would have loved him.

Eventually, it all became a bit too overwhelming so you stepped off to the side of the set and pulled out your phone. Hoping to take your mind off things with some mindless social media scrolling, you opened up Instagram, but the first photo you saw stopped your heart. It was you and your sisters and your mom, smiling together at the beach, your dad’s shadow as he held the camera just barely in the frame. Your younger sister had posted it earlier that day along with what you were sure was an incredibly heartfelt message that you absolutely did not have the stomach to read right now.

It was one of your absolute favorite photos, a memory from a truly wonderful day before everything changed, but it was not something you were prepared to see just now. At once, you felt the all too familiar closing of your throat and stinging behind your eyes, telltale signs that you might start sobbing at any moment, but you forced yourself to shove your feelings down. Now was not the time to have a complete and utter breakdown.

Stopping by the lunch table to grab a coffee, the caffeinated beverage ironically always helped you relax, you headed back to the prep room to try and calm down. As you turned into the room, you saw none other than Tae standing at one of the mirrors. He was fiddling with one of his earrings, happily humming one of the songs from the upcoming album, but when his gaze met yours through the reflection his smile immediately faded. In an instant, he was crossing the room to you, worry etched all over his features.

“Jagi,” he whispered as he leaned in close. “Please talk to me.”

Just hearing his voice and having him near was almost enough to break the dam. You wanted nothing more than to be in his embrace right now, to hear all the sweet words of comfort you know he would give to you.

“Please tell me what’s wrong,” he pleaded when you didn't respond.

“I’m fine, Tae,” you said back, your lower lip trembling.

“No you’re not,” he said, sounding so distraught. “Something is wrong. Something has been wrong all day.”

“Did I do something to upset you?” he then questioned fearfully.

You shook your head at him, silently willing him to stop asking questions before you completely lost it.

“Do you not feel well?” he then asked, sounding more worried than ever. “Did someone say or do something to hurt you?”

“Tae, I’m fine,” you replied. You tried to say it calmly, but when your voice broke on the word ‘fine’, Tae’s eyes went wide in alarm.

He instinctively reached out to put his arms around you, but your hands immediately shot up to stop him, the coffee cup flying out of your grasp in the process. It fell directly onto Tae’s white shirt and then crashed to the floor. Looking first to the complete mess on the ground and then to the massive stain on his shirt, your composure finally cracked.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” you said as tears welled up in your eyes. “I ruined your shirt and you haven’t finished shooting yet.”

“Jagi, it’s OK. It's just a shirt. Really, it’s not impor-,” Tae started before being cut off by Mrs. Choi’s shrill voice.

“Y/N, what have you done?” she asked venomously, coming from somewhere in the room where you didn’t realize she had been standing.

You looked up at her, saw her angry, disgusted expression, and immediately shrunk into yourself. If it was any other day you could have handled her, could have brushed off her attack, but not today.

“You’ve ruined an outfit that cost thousands of dollars and jeopardized the whole photoshoot,” she then said snidely, answering her own question. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“I’m sorry,” was all you could manage, your voice barely above a whisper.

“You have been distracted and careless all day long,” she continued as she stared daggers into you.

“I’m not even surprised something like this happened, though,” she went on, throwing her hands up in exasperation. “You are always distracted and careless. You never focus or take your work seriously. Honestly, you are a complete disgrace to this-”

“Enough!” Tae suddenly said, cutting her off sharply as he turned to face her.

Mrs. Choi blanched, having never heard Tae use such a tone with her or anyone else for that matter.

“For the last three years you have been dismissive, overly critical, and downright rude to Y/N and I will not tolerate it anymore,” he said heatedly. “You may be the stylist’s manager, but she is my stylist and I will not let you speak to her this way.”

“Your constant beratement is not only unprofessional, but completely unfounded. The quality of her work is excellent; she is talented and hardworking and extremely dedicated to our team,” he continued as he shifted in front of you slightly, shielding you from her.

“Just look at what she did with the Dynamite music video. Everyone was so impressed with her concept idea, and saw how hard she worked, but you never once complimented her or appreciated her efforts. All you did was criticize her and belittle her and make her doubt herself,” he then added angrily.

For a moment it looked like Mrs. Choi was going to say something in reply, but before she could get a word out Tae continued.

“What happened just now was an accident that I clearly caused,” he said, gesturing to the mess on the floor. “If you would have taken two seconds to stop yelling at her and talk to us you would have realized that.”

“But, more importantly, if you had been paying attention at all today to the stylists you’re supposed to be managing you would have realized hours ago that she has been extremely upset about something all day and is genuinely not OK right now,” he finally said, now looking incredibly distressed himself.

You stood there in stunned silence, tears still threatening to fall, as your gaze flickered back and forth between Tae and Mrs. Choi. His chest was heaving from the exertion of his outburst while she was motionless, a look of complete shock on her face. Upon remembering you were still here, though, she turned to you with an unmistakably guilty expression on her face.

“Y/N,” Mrs. Choi began apprehensively. “Is something wrong?”

You hesitated for a moment before answering, unsure how to respond, but eventually decided to just go with the truth.

“Today is the five year anniversary of my mother’s death,” you said quietly, wiping away a few tears from your cheeks with the backs of your hands.

Knowing how devastated he would be to learn this, you purposefully didn’t look at Tae as you spoke, but the audible gasp he let out was more than enough to shatter your heart.

“Normally I take this day off, but I knew how important the photoshoot was so I didn’t want to let everyone down,” you went on. “But, clearly I’ve done that anyway.”

It was quiet for a few moments as your admission washed over them and, surprisingly, it was Mrs. Choi who then broke the silence.

“Y/N, I am very sorry for your loss,” she said with a tenderness you did not know she was capable of possessing, much less directing at you. “I am also sorry that you have been dealing with your grief while working today. I am sure that must have been very difficult.”

“I am sorry too for overeating today,” she then said before adding tentatively, “and for perhaps being a bit too hard on you over the years.”

Completely taken aback by not only her apology, but the genuine sincerity with which she delivered it, you simply stood there and stared at her.

“I think we should talk sometime about the things Taehyung mentioned,” she went on. “But, I don’t believe now is the appropriate time.”

“Taehyung, why don’t you take Y/N out for a short break?” she then suggested. “Take her somewhere private where she can have a minute to collect herself.”

He nodded at her and then silently led you from the room, his hand resting on the top of your back comfortingly. Down the hall you two went until he stopped in front of a door into what appeared to be some sort of guest lounge. He opened it and ushered you inside.

The moment the door closed, he had you in his arms. He sat you two down on the couch and then gently pulled you onto his lap, his arms cradling you in a tight embrace. You buried your face in his neck and sobbed, letting out all the emotion you’d been keeping hidden. He stroked your back soothingly and gently rocked you as he whispered the sweetest words of comfort.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked a little while later once you had calmed down, the hurt in his voice evident.

“I didn’t want you to worry or feel guilty,” you said quietly.

He didn’t respond to that at first, just hugged you to him more tightly.

“Jagi, how am I supposed to take care of you if you don’t tell me things like this?” he then questioned, sounding so devastated.

“I’m sorry,” was all you said in reply.

“It’s OK,” he said back, his voice thick with emotion. “Just, next time please let me be there for you.”

You nodded your head in reply and just burrowed deeper into his chest.

A comfortable silence then fell between the two of you. As you sat there, curled up on his lap like that, absentmindedly playing with the buttons on his robe, it dawned on you that this was the first time you had been legitimately alone with him in weeks. You lifted your head up to look at him and could tell from his expression that he must have just had the same realization. Bringing a hand up to cup your cheek, he brushed away a tear with his thumb and then leaned in to connect your lips for the tenderest of kisses.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he said softly once you parted, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear as he spoke.

“I know I see you every day, but it’s just not the same,” he continued before drawing you in for another kiss, this one just as slow and sweet as the first.

“I've missed you too, Tae,” you said after breaking away again, your voice catching just a bit. “So much that it hurts.”

“I know, Jagi,” he said sadly, leaning his forehead against yours. “I can’t stand being away from you.”

“But, I promise I’ll find a way for us to be together soon,” he then said, dropping his hand from your cheek and wrapping it around your waist to pull you closer to him.

He kissed you again, this time more deeply, and you wound your arms around his neck in response. As you began running your fingers through his hair, his kisses grew more desperate, like he was afraid if he detached his lips from yours for even just one second you would disappear and he would never get to kiss you again. You matched his passion immediately; you wanted nothing more than to drown in his kisses, to drown in him.

The indescribably perfect feeling of his lips on yours had you wondering how you had gone the last seventeen days without it, much less the last three years. Being with him like this just felt so good, so right; there was literally nowhere else in the world you would rather be. You were completely lost in him, and in the moment, so lost that the overwhelming sadness of this day felt a little more bearable, so lost that you forgot about the photoshoot and his ruined shirt and Mrs. Choi, so lost, unfortunately, that you didn’t hear the door open.

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Too Goo To Be True - Ch. 28 | kth(m)

Summary: Kim Taehyung is a world famous idol in the hit K-pop group, BTS, and you are his personal stylist. Per your contract with Big Hit, he is absolutely, 100% off-limits, and yet, you are completely and hopelessly in love with him. You’ve spent years trying to shove your feelings down, but it’s getting harder and harder to ignore and hide them, especially considering the way Tae always treats you. He’s affectionate and protective and sometimes outright flirtatious, but that’s how he is with everyone, right? Confused, frustrated, and lovesick, you find yourself wondering if it might finally be worth risking your career and your heart to find out.

pairing: Taehyung x reader

genre: Idol! au, fluff, angst, eventual smut, friends to lovers, slow burn

rating: 18+

word count: 3.3k

warnings: cursing

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Chapter 28: Dinner Before Dessert - Part 1

“Taehyung! Are you in- OH SHIT,” said the unmistakable voice of Park Jimin.

You and Tae immediately broke apart, and your next instinct was to scramble off of his lap, but he surprisingly didn’t move to get you off of him. He just kept holding you, his arms actually tightening around you protectively.

“Fuck. Thank god it’s just you, Jimin,” Tae said in relief as he turned towards the older man. “Come in and close the door.”

Jimin did just that, immediately locking it once he was inside, something you and Tae clearly should have done before you decided to start making out. Nervously, you followed Tae’s gaze to where Jimin was standing. At first, his angelic features were sculpted into a look of complete shock, but as his eyes traveled back and forth over you two, clearly noting the way Tae tenderly held you in his arms, a small grin spread across his face.

“This...this explains a lot,” he said slowly before letting out a little laugh.

Immediately, you relaxed, letting out the breath you didn’t even realize you had been holding. Jimin wasn’t mad and didn’t look like he was about to go telling everyone. Honestly, he didn’t even seem that surprised anymore by what he was seeing which made a lot of sense once you thought about it more. He was Tae’s soulmate, after all. Turning back to Tae, you found him already looking at you, a shy smile on his face.

“I hadn’t told him yet about this,” he said, gesturing between the two of you. “But, I have told him some other stuff before.”

It was adorable how bashfully he had said that, how much he was blushing right now. Knowing that he had talked to Jimin about his feelings for you made you giddy. It’s not that you hadn’t believed everything Tae had told you, how long he wanted to be with you and how much he cared about you, because you absolutely did, but him telling Jimin did make everything feel that much more real.

“You didn’t tell me, but I knew something was up,” Jimin chimed in with a smirk. “You’ve been all happy and smiley for weeks now.”

“You’ve also been attached to your phone, though, texting constantly and sneaking off for private conversations,” he continued, now sounding much more serious. “And, I’m not the only one who has noticed.”

When he said that, Tae immediately tensed up and finally did gently lift you off of his lap.

“Namjoon-hyung asked me point blank if you were seeing someone,” Jimin then said with a grimace.

“You told him I’m not, right?” Tae immediately asked, getting to his feet.

“Of course,” Jimin replied. “I mean, I had some suspicions, but I wasn’t going to tell him that.”

“Good,” Tae said, sounding so relieved. “He and the rest of the guys can't know.”

"No one can know, Jimin,” he then added solemnly.

You couldn’t deny that it stung just a bit to hear him say those words, how easily that ‘I’m not’ rolled off his tongue, how adamant he was that no one knew. The obvious reason why he didn’t want anyone to know was because of your contract and the fact that you would be immediately fired if the wrong person ever found out you were romantically involved with him. Reminding yourself that he was only trying to protect you and your relationship, you actively worked to keep out the little doubts and worries trying to crawl into your mind, the ones that said Tae was ashamed to be with you and that your relationship actually wasn’t that serious to him.

“I understand,” Jimin replied earnestly, nodding as he spoke. “I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

“We can talk more later about everything,” he added. “Shooting starts again in 15 minutes, though. That’s why I came to find you in the first place.”

“Wow, I didn’t realize we’ve been gone that long,” Tae said sheepishly, his face flushing.

You felt your own cheeks heat up as you realized the two of you had been in here making out much longer than you realized.

“Time flies when you’re having fun,” Jimin replied, giving the two of you a wolfish grin before slipping back out into the hallway, leaving the two of you smiling and giggling like lovestruck teenagers.

~~~

Jimin walking in on you two ending up being a blessing in disguise. That Saturday, at the guys’ next group meeting, he secretly advocated on behalf of Tae for letting people stay back at their own apartments more often, claiming everyone needed a break from each other and that his girlfriend’s needs were not being met. The guys laughed at his cheekiness, but agreed that it might be best to have some time apart. It was decided that, after the single was released the following Friday, everyone could stay back at their own apartments before they left for America two weeks later.

Tae had texted you this news immediately after the meeting. You could tell he was excited, but also that he was trying to contain that excitement out of respect for that fact that you were with your family to remember your mom. He had been incredibly supportive while you were away, sending you sweet, comforting messages every now and then, but still giving you space. He was being so wonderful that you had almost told your sisters about your relationship, but at the last second decided not to. Given the nature of the trip, and the somber mood everyone was in, it just didn’t feel like the appropriate time to share such happy news.

After getting home late Sunday evening, you texted Tae to let him know you made it back safely and he called you less than a minute later. You picked up, but before you could even say hello he started talking.

“Do you have plans for next Saturday night?” he asked excitedly.

“That depends,” you replied. “Does binge watching Netflix alone in my apartment count as plans?”

“No. No it does not,” he said back with a snicker.

“Then no, I do not have plans,” you said dryly.

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line.

“Would you like to go on a date with me?” he then asked, sounding adorably nervous.

“I would love to,” you answered as a big, silly grin spread across your face. “What did you have in mind?”

“I’m going to make you dinner,” he announced proudly.

“Tae, you don’t know how to cook,” you said with a laugh.

“I know,” he said. “But for you I will learn.”

“I want this to be a real date,” he went on. “On our first one you didn’t realize it was a date until after it was over and on our second one you were...slightly inebriated.”

“I was totally wasted,” you deadpanned.

“OK. I was trying to say it nicely, but yes, you were totally wasted,” he said with a laugh.

“I want this date to be special,” he then said, sounding so sincere it made your heart flutter.

“How should I dress for this special date?” you then asked, your smile growing impossibly wide.

“You will look beautiful in anything, but pretend as if you’re going to a fancy restaurant,” he replied smoothly.

“Hmm Ok,” you said coyly. “I think I know just what to wear.”

~~

It was 5:00 PM the following Saturday and you were walking down the hall of Tae’s apartment building towards his door, your phone in one hand and an overnight bag in the other. When he invited you over for your date he hadn’t specifically asked you to stay the night so you spent all week wondering if he wanted you to and worrying that maybe he didn’t. However, earlier in the day he had texted you asking what you wanted for breakfast tomorrow which made you realize that he hadn’t even thought twice about you staying over, it was just a given to him.

Getting into the apartment complex and then into the building itself had been rather stressful. You had to be buzzed in at the gate and then had to check in at the front desk by showing the security guard your ID so he could match your name to the one Tae provided. It made you incredibly nervous to know there would be legitimate evidence that you’d visited him, but he promised you the visitor’s logs were confidential. He did ask that you cover your face with a mask and wear a hat, though, which also made you anxious.

Coming to see him honestly felt like a scandal waiting to happen, there were so many things that could go wrong and you both had so much to lose, but the idea of not coming when you finally had the opportunity to spend time together was just crazy. Aside from your brief rendezvous at the photoshoot, you had been a part almost a month and that was simply too long. You missed him terribly, longed for him constantly, and would have gone to the moon and back if it meant you got to be with him.

Just as you reached his door you raised your hand to knock, but before you even made contact it swung open. There stood Tae, looking handsome as ever in dark slacks and a light blue button-up, an impossibly large grin on his face. In an instant he had pulled you into his apartment, closed the door, and wrapped you in a hug. You immediately melted into him, having forgotten just how good it felt to have his arms around you, how safe you felt when he held you tightly to his chest. The best way to describe it was that it felt like home. Tae felt like home.

After standing there like that for a minute or so, you finally let go of each other and you removed your mask and hat. He then leaned in to give you a kiss, but instead of kissing you on the lips, he only kissed you on the cheek. Confused, and quite disappointed not to have his plush lips on yours, you gave him a questioning look.

“I told you this was going to be a real date,” he said as he took a couple steps backwards.

“And on a real date you have dinner before you have dessert,” he then added with a smirk.

You stared at him, simultaneously loving and hating him: loving him because it was so sweet that he wanted to make tonight special and not just about being physical, but hating him because he looked like a hot, powerful CEO right now and you wanted nothing more than to devour him, especially after that last comment. He was teasing you, dressing like that and then making you wait to kiss him, but you had come prepared for him and his tricks.

“Are you sure you don’t want to have dessert before dinner,” you asked seductively as you slipped off your jacket to reveal the green lace dress.

The way his eyes first grew wide and then darkened as he looked you up and down had you flushing all over. After spending a few moments staring at you, clearly wrestling with himself on what to do, he came back over and placed his hands on your hips. As his fingers brushed back and forth across the lacy fabric, his gaze again wandered over you before he looked up into your eyes.

“Maybe just one bite,” he finally said as his tongue darted out to wet his lips.

He leaned in to kiss you, but at the last second you pulled back.

“On second thought, I think it’s best if we don’t spoil our appetites,” you said, giving him a wicked grin.

Obviously displeased to have been given a taste of his own medicine, he pouted at you like a child that had just been told to eat their vegetables. It was adorable and hysterical, but before you could comment on it the sound of excited barking suddenly filled the room. From out of nowhere, Tannie came bounding down the hall, stopped right at your feet, and then looked up at you with his adorably angry little eyes.

“Tannie!” you exclaimed as you kneeled to pet him. He was jumping up and down so excitedly that you gathered him up in your arms and started cuddling him.

“You're such a good boy. Yes you are,” you cooed as he began smothering your face with tiny licks. “I’ve missed you, Tannie. Yes I did.”

“Alright, that’s enough, Tannie,” Tae eventually said with another pout as he extracted the dog from your arms and set him down. “She came here for me, you know.”

“I did?” you questioned playfully, giving him a sly sideways glance.

“You did,” he confirmed smoothly. “You came here for my cooking and my cuddles and my kisses.”

You bit your lip shyly, no doubt blushing wildly. He was right, absolutely right.

“Come on, Jagi,” he said with a smile as he took your hand. “Let me give you the tour and then we’ll eat.”

His apartment was, unsurprisingly, both large and luxurious. The décor was so Tae: artsy, minimalist, each room covered in mostly neutral tones but containing some sort of vibrant, eye-catching statement piece. Everything looked so elegant and tasteful, but also so unmistakably expensive. You didn’t often think about the massive difference in wealth between you two since he was not one to flaunt how well-off he was, but it was hard not to think about it now.

He was literally a millionaire and acknowledging that fact suddenly had you feeling a bit anxious. If and when your relationship ever did get out, you knew with absolute certainty that you, a lowly stylist still paying off college loans, would be accused of being with him for his money as well as his fame. The thought made your stomach churn, but you pushed it from your mind and focused back on Tae and the special evening he’d planned for you.

Eventually, he took you to the dining room where you saw he had put together an incredibly romantic dinner. The table arrangement honestly looked like something you would see at a five star restaurant. It was truly exquisite, but the best part wasn’t the flowers or the candles or the fancy bottle of red wine, it was the fact that he had done it all himself and done it for you. Standing there in the doorway, you were momentarily speechless and honestly a tiny bit choked up knowing just how much effort he had put into everything. You leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek as a thank you and absolutely melted at the shy smile he gave you in return.

He held your hand all throughout dinner, having made sure that he sat on your left since you were right handed and he was ambidextrous. Although it was ever so slightly difficult to eat with one hand, you happily endured the hassle: you absolutely loved the feeling of his hand in yours. Conversation flowed easily between you two, as did laughter. With no one else around to watch or judge or tell you to settle down, the two of you unleashed your full rowdiness. Everything was funny, even the things that weren’t funny, and you had to stop every few minutes to catch your breath and regain your composure. You were so grateful that this aspect of your relationship hadn’t changed since you’d started ‘dating’. After all, you had been howling with laughter when you first realized you were in love with him three years ago.

When you finished your meal he got up, went to the kitchen, and returned a minute later with a tray full of dark chocolate covered strawberries. Your heart swelled knowing he had specifically gotten your favorite dessert, but almost burst out of your chest when you realized he hadn’t bought them, he had made them. As you sat there, peeling the chocolate off of one like you always did, swooning at the way he was eating with his lips adorably pouted, you felt more certain than ever before that what you two were doing right now was worth the risk, that he was worth the risk.

A little while later you two were in his kitchen, having just finished cleaning up from dinner. You had tried to help put things away, but he immediately scolded you, saying your only job tonight was to relax and enjoy yourself. You were sitting on the counter watching him put the leftover dark chocolate covered strawberries into a Tupperware when it suddenly occurred to you that dinner was over and it was time for the real dessert of the evening.

“You know,” you began in a sultry voice. “I had a dream once that you were a strawberry farmer. A sexy strawberry farmer, to be exact.”

“Is that so?” he asked with a grin, turning to face you.

“It is,” you said coyly.

“It was right after the Map Of The Soul ON:E concert,” you then went on. “When you wore those overalls for your ‘Inner Child’ performance.”

“Ahh, yes,” he said, recalling the memory fondly. “I suppose I could have been mistaken for a farmer while wearing those.”

“If you remember, you were wearing them without the blazer while I did your hair and makeup,” you reminded him, leaning back on your hands and noting the way his eyes followed the skirt of your dress as it slid up your thighs.

“You were very fidgety that day,” you continued. “You kept stretching your arms and leaning back with them behind your head and running your hands through your hair.”

“I couldn’t help but wonder if you knew that doing all those things while wearing those overalls would show off those big muscles of yours,” you then added, eyeing him curiously as you spoke.

The mischievous smirk he now wore told you your suspicions were absolutely correct: he had been purposefully flexing for you that day.

“Kim Taehyung,” you scolded teasingly. “It’s not very gentlemanly to try to seduce a lady at her place of work.”

“What if the lady wanted to be seduced?” he asked provocatively as he came to stand in front of you, leaning against the counter and caging you with his arms. “What if I could just tell that she liked what she was seeing?”

You did like what you saw that day. Loved it, actually. It wasn’t often that he wore sleeveless tops that showed his biceps and shoulders, let alone ones that also left his sturdy chest and broad back on full display. You had tried so hard not to stare, but apparently you hadn’t tried hard enough.

“You could just tell?” you asked, well aware that you were definitely blushing right now.

“I could,” he said smugly as he gently spread your legs apart with his hands and stepped between them. “Just from the way she was looking at me.”

“And what way was that?” you questioned slowly, your heart rate rising with him so close and his hands on your bare legs.

He paused for a moment before answering, his eyes fixed on you in smoldering stare.

“Hungrily, lustfully, like she might be having some very unprofessional thoughts,” he then said smoothly before adding in a low voice. “The way I’m looking at you right now.”

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To Good To Be True - Ch. 29 | kth(m)

Summary: Kim Taehyung is a world famous idol in the hit K-pop group, BTS, and you are his personal stylist. Per your contract with Big Hit, he is absolutely, 100% off-limits, and yet, you are completely and hopelessly in love with him. You’ve spent years trying to shove your feelings down, but it’s getting harder and harder to ignore and hide them, especially considering the way Tae always treats you. He’s affectionate and protective and sometimes outright flirtatious, but that’s how he is with everyone, right? Confused, frustrated, and lovesick, you find yourself wondering if it might finally be worth risking your career and your heart to find out.

pairing: Taehyung x reader

genre: Idol! au, fluff, angst, eventual smut, friends to lovers, slow burn

rating: 18+

word count: 2.9k

warnings: cursing, fingering, handjob

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Chapter 29: Dinner Before Dessert - Part 2

Before you even knew what was happening, he was capturing your lips in a ravenous kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he slid his around your waist, the two of you molding into one another seamlessly. For the next few minutes, not a single word was spoken as you simply devoured each other, your hunger insatiable after holding back all evening. It was desperate and messy, all tongue and teeth, but you simply could not get enough.

“I have unprofessional thoughts every time I see you in this dress,” he said breathlessly after finally releasing your lips. “Every time I think about you in this dress.”

“You think about me in this dress?” you asked flirtatiously.

“I do,” he replied at once. “And about you in my hoodie and those lace panties.”

“I always think about you, Jagi,” he then added almost guiltily as he leaned his forehead against yours. “I-I just can’t help myself.”

You knew at once what he was admitting to and found it to be possibly the most arousing thing you’d ever heard in your life. The idea that Kim Taehyung, literally the sexiest man on the planet, fantasized about you was such a deliciously scandalous thought.

“I think about you too, Tae,” you said as you cupped his cheeks and kissed him deeply.

“You do?” he asked in amazement.

“Mmhmm,” you hummed in response as you then began trailing kisses down his neck.

“Fuck, that’s so hot” he murmured as he pulled you forward on the counter and pressed his hips into you. “Tell me what you think about.”

You’d had so many fantasies of him over the years it was hard to know where to start. One thing you did know, though, was that nothing you’d ever imagined held a candle to what you were experiencing with him right now. His every touch sent a jolt of electricity through you, every word spoken in his deep, husky voice had your mind hazy with desire.

“I think about you flexing these muscles for me,” you began as you trailed your fingers up his arms and then down his chest. “And about how strong you are and how easily you can pick me up and take me wherever you want.”

“I think about how sexy you look when you’re performing on stage,” you went on. “Especially during those body rolls at the end of Mic Drop or that hip thrust during Dimple.”

“But, mostly I think about your big hands and your long fingers and all the things you could do with them,” you whispered in his ear.

You wrapped your legs around his back as you spoke, pulling him deeper into you, and could instantly tell how affected he was by the risqué things you’d just said. The feel of him between your legs, nothing but a few pieces of fabric separating you, had your entire body buzzing; you had never been more turned on in your entire life. You crashed your mouth back onto his and poured all of your desire into the sensual kiss you shared. He began running his hands up your thighs, pushing the skirt of your dress upwards as he went, but he stopped partway up and leaned his forehead against yours again.

“Can I touch you, Jagi?” he asked hesitantly as his thumbs rubbed little circles on your inner thighs, all hints of teasing and suggestiveness suddenly gone from his voice. “The way you just talked about?”

You were taken aback by his sudden change in demeanor, but your answer came without hesitation.

“Yes,” you replied quietly before giving him a kiss on the cheek.

You were so appreciative of him asking for permission before things went any further. You had clearly alluded to your desire to be intimate with him like that, but you hadn’t explicitly told him you were ready for it now. It meant so much to you that, even though you had teased each other and fooled around a bit before, he hadn’t made an assumption about what you might be comfortable with now, that this kind of intimacy was something he took seriously and wanted to talk about first.

“Can I touch you?” you then asked back as you gently ran your fingers through his hair.

“Yes, Jagi,” he replied before mimicking you and kissing your cheek.

“I still want to go slow, though,” he then said, bringing his head up to look at you, a tender expression on his face. “I don’t want to rush everything tonight.”

“But, I want to be with you,” he added softly. “I want to be close to you and make you feel good and take care of you.”

You didn’t think it was possible to love him anymore than you already did, but knowing that this was how he felt about intimacy, how meaningful it was to him, a whole new kind of love for him bloomed uncontrollably in your chest.

“I want to be with you too,” you said with a shy smile before leaning in to give him a slow, sweet kiss.

Without another word, he lifted you up off the counter and carried you to his bedroom where he then gently laid you down on his bed. Laying down beside you, he took your hand in his and asked if you were sure, saying with absolute sincerity that you didn’t have to do anything if you weren’t ready. You gave him a kiss, with it trying to convey all your appreciation for his thoughtfulness, told him you had never been more sure of anything, and then slowly slipped off your dress to reveal the black lace bra and panties.

The expression on his face as he took in the sight of your near-naked body had you blushing. He looked to be in complete awe of you, his eyes wide and mouth slightly agape, as his gaze lingered on the lace and what it barely covered. Still ever so slightly shy, and wanting to maintain just a bit of mystery, you decided to keep the lacy garments on. A minute or so later, after he finally seemed to remember how to speak, he said you were beautiful and perfect, the most stunning woman he’s ever seen in his entire life.

When he eventually moved to put his hands on your body, you scolded him and said he was still wearing entirely too many clothes to allow such behavior. The speed with which he got up and started undressing had you giggling, but you stopped immediately once his shirt and pants were off. You’d seen him in his boxers before, but never like this, never with him straining inside of them with unadulterated desire for you. The sight left you speechless and aching. You gave him the come hither sign and he obliged at once, climbing back onto the bed and settling down directly beside you, his body pressed against yours.

He proceeded to not simply touch your body, but to explore it, savoring every last inch of you. You shuddered as his fingertips brushed over the swell of your breasts and let out a small gasp when he dipped his fingers under the lace to caress them. As his hand then trailed lower, down past your navel, his eyes were locked on yours, watching for any signs of hesitation or discomfort. When he found none, and instead saw only desire, he leaned in to give you a deep kiss and then slowly slipped his hand beneath the lacy fabric.

He was gentle and teasing at first, but grew bolder with every soft moan that left your lips. Attuned to your body’s every response, he quickly learned what you liked most, what subtle changes had your breath hitching and your back arching off the bed. All at once, you realized that you hadn't even come close to imagining the amount of pleasure his long, dexterous fingers could give you; the things he was doing with them had you in pure ecstasy.

At first you were embarrassed at how loud you were being and tried to hold back, but after he said he loved hearing you make such pretty sounds you stopped trying to be quiet. If he wanted to hear how good he made you feel, you would let him hear. In the heat of the moment you also called him ‘baby’, the first time you’d ever referred to him by a pet name, and he told you at once how much he loved hearing that too.

When he wasn’t kissing you or softly sucking and biting at the sensitive skin of your neck, he was whispering into your ear, most of his words being surprisingly, but delightfully filthy: praise over just how much of a good girl you were being for him, an admission of how many times he’d imagined doing this to you, vivid descriptions of all the other things he wanted to do to make you feel good. Given his sweet, innocent nature, you hadn’t ever imagined him talking to you this way, but now that he was, you never wanted him to stop.

Being with him like this was overwhelming, but in the best sense of the word. He was such a generous and attentive partner, using every part himself to make you feel good, from the soft touch of his fingers to the sultry sound of his voice. Before long, he had you falling over the edge, a cry of his name leaving your lips as your body trembled and the pleasure washed over you. Afterwards, as you laid there panting, still slowly coming down from your high, he told you that you’d never looked more beautiful. All you could manage in response was to gaze at him in wonder and adoration, a bashful smile and light blush on your face.

After how good he’d just made you feel, you were determined to give him the same amount of pleasure. It had been a long time since you’d been with someone, the last time being with your boyfriend in college, so you were a bit nervous, but with Tae you felt comfortable and safe and knew it would be OK. Slowly, you ran your fingers down his chest and along the waistband of his boxers. You teased him like that for a few moments before finally nudging the fabric down, your entire body instantly flushing at the sight before you.

The low groan that escaped his lips when you first took him in your hand was by far the most erotic sound that had ever reached your ears. You were certain it would find its way into every single one of your fantasies from that point forward. The feel of him also shot a whole new wave of arousal through you as you thought back to some of the things he’d whispered in your ear and how much more enticing they now seemed.

You began slowly, teasingly, just like he had, but soon found yourself unable to hold back. He had just given you so much, literally worshiped your body; you wanted to give him everything in return, didn’t want to deny him a moment longer. As you continued, mutters of expletives, praise, and your name began falling from his lips, always in the same deep, breathless voice. Every word out of his mouth only made you all the more desperate to satisfy him, to make him feel as good as he made you feel.

Given how vocal he had been while he was in charge, you thought he might like it if you talked to him like that too. The way he bucked his hips as you told him the naughtier parts of your sexy strawberry farmer dream let you know he didn’t like it, he loved it. Mesmerized by the effect your words had on him, you began unraveling three years worth of unprofessional thoughts between hot, open-mouth kisses to his chest.

The sight of him laying there, head thrown back, eyes closed, lower lip bitten, that beautiful purple diamond glistening against his bare chest, was downright sinful; he truly looked like a piece of erotic art. When he came a short while later, and you felt him shaking with pleasure beneath you, heard him moaning your name, you were overcome with a rush of several emotions: desire, pride, but, most of all, bliss. Being with him like this was better than anything you’d ever imagined. You’d never felt closer to him, never loved him more.

~~~

Later on, after cleaning up, watching a movie, and polishing off the rest of the dark chocolate covered strawberries, you were on his bed cuddling, trying hard not to fall asleep and let the night end. You were in his arms laying with your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, while he gently ran his fingers through your hair. He had been softly singing to you for a while now, having serenaded you with ‘Scenery’, ‘Winter Bear’, and, of course, ‘Sweet Night’, when he suddenly stopped singing and grew quiet for a few moments.

“Jagi, can I tell you something?” he asked hesitantly.

“You can tell me anything, Tae,” you assured him as you lifted your head up to look at him.

He didn’t respond right away. He just sat there looking at you, his eyes searching yours as he seemed to be gathering the courage to say his next words.

“You are the first person I have ever been intimate with,” he then said quietly, almost ashamedly.

His admission was honestly not at all surprising. Tae had never been in a serious relationship before and was not someone you ever thought would have casual partners. He was rather traditional when it came to his values, family being of the utmost importance to him, and was, as he had once told you, a hopeless romantic. Knowing what intimacy meant to him, it made complete sense that he hadn’t been with anyone before. It broke your heart, though, that he seemed to think there was something wrong with that fact.

“That’s perfectly OK, Tae,” you told him gently.

“I’m really glad you chose me to share your first experience with,” you then said before giving him a kiss.

“I-I’ve always wanted it to be you,” he said shyly.

The weight of that statement enveloped you like a warm hug; he waited for you. He cared about you that much, thought you were that special, that he wanted his first time to be with you.

“Tae, that means more to me than I will ever be able to put into words,” you said sincerely before leaning in to capture his lips again, trying to express with the kiss what you couldn’t with words.

However, the warmth you felt a second ago immediately disappeared when you realized the next logical step in this conversation would be for you to share your past experiences.

“I’ve been intimate with one other person,” you said tentatively.

“And I’m not a virgin,” you then added quietly.

It’s not that you regretted having sex with your college boyfriend. You were with him for three years, and truly did love him at the time, but you now wished more than anything that you had waited. The love you felt for Tae was so much deeper and you couldn’t help but think that it would have been even more meaningful to share all your first experiences along with him. Upon realizing this, you found yourself getting ever so slightly choked up.

“Y/N, that’s perfectly OK, too,” he said tenderly, sensing you were a little upset.

“It will still be special when we do things for the first time together,” he then said as he leaned in and gave you the sweetest kiss.

If you were choked up before, you were on the verge of full on sobbing now, but for the best of reasons. He was just so wonderful, so kind and sweet and caring. You honestly couldn’t believe how lucky you were to be with him.

Once again, you found yourself on the verge of saying those three words, but before you could utter them, Tannie burst into the room, jumped onto the bed, and plopped down on Tae’s chest exactly where your head had just been.

“Ok he’s definitely jealous that I’m cuddling with you right now,” you said with a laugh.

“Tannie, you’re going to have to learn how to share,” Tae said scoldingly as he gave the pup a scratch behind the ears. “Y/N is going to be staying here with us from now on.”

With the amount of butterflies that started fluttering in your stomach, you were shocked that your body didn’t float up off of the bed.

“I am?” you asked shyly, unable to contain a giant grin from spreading across your face.

“Oh. Shit, I-I didn’t mean to assume. You obviously don’t have to if you don’t want to. I just...I’d really like you to. We could spend so much more time together if you’re staying here. I understand if you’re not ready for that, though. I’m so sorry for just saying that without talking to you first,” he rushed out, growing more and more adorably flustered by the second.

He was just about to start more of his precious ramblings when you brought your finger to his lips to shush him.

“I would love to stay here with you,” you said softly, watching in delight as his lips turned up into a smile beneath your fingertip as you spoke.

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Too Good To Be True - Ch. 30 | kth(m)

Summary: Kim Taehyung is a world famous idol in the hit K-pop group, BTS, and you are his personal stylist. Per your contract with Big Hit, he is absolutely, 100% off-limits, and yet, you are completely and hopelessly in love with him. You’ve spent years trying to shove your feelings down, but it’s getting harder and harder to ignore and hide them, especially considering the way Tae always treats you. He’s affectionate and protective and sometimes outright flirtatious, but that’s how he is with everyone, right? Confused, frustrated, and lovesick, you find yourself wondering if it might finally be worth risking your career and your heart to find out.

pairing: Taehyung x reader

genre: Idol! au, fluff, angst, eventual smut, friends to lovers, slow burn

rating: 18+

word count: 2.6k

warnings: implied smut, a lethal amount of fluff

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Chapter 30: Domestic Bliss

After snuggling in bed all morning the night after your dinner date, you finally convinced Tae that, if he actually wanted you to stay with him, he had to first physically let go of you so you could return to your apartment and get your stuff. Begrudgingly he obliged, saying with an adorable pout that he would miss you the whole time you were gone. Several kisses and ‘wait, five more minutes’ later, you extracted yourself from his embrace, got dressed, and headed out to go back to your apartment.

Once you got there, and began packing things into a suitcase, you started trying to wrap your head around everything that had happened in the last 24 hours. All of the developments were profoundly positive, but it had still been a whirlwind to say the least. In some ways, it seemed like things were happening so fast, maybe even a bit too fast. You wondered what your sisters were going to say when you told them you weren’t just dating Tae, but staying with him in his apartment now too. They would probably freak out which you supposed would be a normal reaction given that you and him had only been together for a little over a month.

Still, you kept reminding yourself that, even though you two had only recently shared your feelings with each other, those feelings hadn’t just materialized overnight. They had been slowly growing over the course of several years, as had your relationship. Physical intimacy was obviously a new aspect of that relationship, but emotional intimacy wasn’t. The truth was you and Tae had been closer than mere friends for years, showing your affection for one another in a million little ways, the sum of which had, until recently, gone largely unnoticed. It was almost comical how obvious everything now seemed, but the two of you could laugh about it together knowing it had all worked out in the end.

When you returned to his apartment with your suitcase later that night, you discovered he had already made space for you in his massive closet, emptied a drawer in the en-suite master bathroom, and cleared off the bedside table on the side of the bed he knew you liked. He had also ordered groceries and specifically bought coffee grinds for the coffee maker he had clearly unearthed from somewhere in storage and set on the kitchen counter. As he made dinner for you for the second night in a row, you unpacked your belongings, officially establishing your new semi-permanent residency.

In addition to your clothes, you had also brought with you the ‘I’m Sorry’ Tata Tae had given you as part of your surprise birthday present, stating that he had separation anxiety and wouldn’t want to be left alone in your apartment. Tae’s smile when you pulled him out of your bag was absolutely adorable, all big and boxy, his eyes turning into crescent moons. You put the Tata on the couch in the living room, however, the next morning when you woke up you found him in Tannie’s bed. You chose to take that as a peace offering from the little rascal, a sign that he had finally accepted you into his pack. That morning over breakfast, you and Tae decided that the Tata’s official name would be Tannie Jr., Tanju for short.

It took surprisingly little time for you to feel comfortable with your new living situation, one of the biggest developments being that you no longer felt nervous and anxious every time you came and went from the apartment. After a day or so of walking on eggshells anytime you were in the parking garage or the lobby or the elevator, you realized that no one you encountered really paid you any mind. Tae’s building contained less than 20 units total and all of them were occupied by other rich and famous people. Knowing the true value of privacy, they did not seem to concern themselves with the comings and goings of others. People were certainly friendly, giving a smile or saying ‘good morning’ or engaging in light chit chat about the weather, but you never got the sense they were trying to figure out who you were or why you were there which you greatly appreciated.

Inside the apartment you two fell into a routine almost instantly. Every day when you came back from work it was like a switch had been flipped and, as soon as the door was closed and the outside world was shut out, you went into full couple-mode. You cooked dinner together which always seemed to involve making a mess and howling with laughter. Afterwards, you would snuggle together on the couch watching TV or just cuddle in bed talking about anything and everything for hours at a time.

You always went to bed at the same time, the feeling of Tae wrapping his arms around you never ceasing to bring about the tiniest flutter in your chest. A morning person through and through, you always woke up before him, but you didn’t mind that one bit. Waking up to his adorable, sleepy face, his mouth usually hanging slightly open in the cutest of ways, was by far the best part of your day.  

Physically speaking, things were great, fantastic even. Part of you had wondered if the spark you felt with him the night of your dinner date was only there because it was your first time together. However, you quickly realized that was not at all the case. The chemistry between the two of you was undeniable; you simply could not keep your hands off of one another.

Tae was usually the one to initiate things, casually escalating your innocent kissing to heated makeout sessions which eventually featured his wandering hands, but he always asked if you were OK with things. He also always made it clear he didn’t expect anything in return, stating with utter sincerity that he just liked making you feel good. Your desire for him was as insatiable as his was for you, though, and regardless of who started things, you both always finished them. The two of you fooled around literally every night and oftentimes in the morning too which felt ever so slightly more scandalous knowing you were about to head into work.

You hadn’t gone much further than you did that first night, though, that next day you had nixed the bra, the only downside being that Tae was far less vocal with his mouth now otherwise occupied. The desire to do more was absolutely there, and was definitely mutual, but you agreed to wait and continue to savor the current moment. You were both more than satisfied with the way things were and felt no need to rush; you had all the time in the world to enjoy each other. Besides, the anticipation of taking that next step was pleasurable in and of itself; Tae not-so-subtly teasing you with slightly obscene tongue gestures got you going like nothing else.

You hesitated to say you had officially moved in, you obviously still had your apartment, the lease for which wouldn’t be up for almost another year, but you were clearly living there. Given that the two of you would be leaving soon for a month-long trip to America, these first couple weeks with him felt a bit like a trial run. So far everything had been perfect. You had truly never been happier in your entire life. You hoped more than anything that he felt the same and that, when you got back from your trip, he would ask you to stay for good.

~~~

That Friday you were in the studio packing up your bag and about to head out for the day when you got a text message which had you smiling down at your phone like an idiot.

[Taehyung 4:55 PM] Hey rehearsal is taking forever so I won’t be leaving here for a while. I’ll see you at home later, OK? Text me if you have any trouble getting in. The key I gave you sometimes gets stuck, but just wiggle it around a bit and it will work.

Home

He called it home, not his apartment, but home, the implication being that it was as much your home as it was his. As you reread his text over and over and over again, you thought for sure you would die of happiness right then and there.

The truth was his apartment did feel like home. You had been staying there for less than a week, but it already felt more like home than your own apartment had ever felt at any point during the last three years. This was partly because Tae himself felt like home to you, but also because had gone out of his way to make sure you felt welcomed and comfortable there which you appreciated so much.

After rereading his text message for the hundredth time as you climbed into your car, you decided you wanted to do something special for him as a thank you for all that he had done for you recently. When your stomach started to grumble on the drive home, you knew instantly what you wanted to do. Stopping at the nearest grocery store, you quickly googled an online recipe for a certain special meal, bought the ingredients, and then headed back home.

Not knowing when exactly Tae would be home, you wanted to get started on dinner as soon as possible. Before you did anything, though, you absolutely needed to get out of the dark wash, skin-tight jeans you may or may not have purposefully worn today just to tease him. Walking into the bedroom, you suddenly remembered that most of your clothes were currently in the laundry, but a brilliant idea then popped into your head. After rummaging through Tae’s drawer for a minute, you finally found what you were looking for: his plaid Burberry pajamas. You slipped them on, noting that they were just as ridiculously soft now as they were the first time you wore them, and then headed into the kitchen to get cooking.  

It took you a little while to find all the pots and pans and things you needed, but before long you were humming along. You got the veggies sliced and started cooking and began boiling the water for the glass noodles. While you were cutting up the beef into thin strips, Tannie came bounding over from his bed where he had been lazily lounging since you walked in. He was jumping up and down at your feet, his little paws gently scratching at you through the fabric of the pajama pants. Once you finished the cutting, and placed the meat in the skillet, you finally gave him the attention he was clearly craving.

“Tannie, are you going to be my sous chef?” you cooed, bending down to pet him.

He yipped at you in response which you took as a resounding ‘Yes’.

A half hour later everything was simmering together in the giant wok you found in the kitchen closet. You had just added in the marinade and were pleasantly surprised to find that the concoction in front of you was beginning to look and smell like it was supposed to. Scooping a bit into a bowl and tentatively taking a tiny bite, you squealed with delight when you discovered it tasted exactly like it had the last time you’d ordered it at a restaurant.

“We did good,” you said to Tannie, the pup having begun to run circles at your feet when you got excited.

“We made Daddy a tasty dinner because we love him, don’t we?” you then asked, reaching down to scratch him behind the ears.

Not two seconds later you heard the door to the apartment opening and you immediately scolded yourself for speaking your previous words out loud. You wanted Tae to know you loved him, but you certainly didn’t want him to find out by overhearing you talking to Tannie like a weirdo. Over the last couple days you had actually come up with a plan to tell him in a romantic way while you were in LA as part of your trip to America. You were still a little nervous to say it out loud, but mostly you were excited, so much so that you were finding it harder and harder to not simply blurt it out every time he did or said something sweet.

“Jagi!” Tae called from the entryway. “I’m home!”

Hearing him say those words all excitedly like that had your heart fluttering with domestic bliss.

He burst into the kitchen a moment later, but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you standing at the stove. Walking over to you, he looked down at the wok and then back up at you, the most adorable look on his face.

“Jagi, you made japchae?” he asked in astonishment.

You nodded your head in reply.

“For me?” he then added, pointing to himself as he spoke.

“Of course I made it for you,” you said with a shy smile.

“I hope it tastes OK,” you went on. “I’m not the best cook, but the recipe seemed easy enou-”

He cut you off with a kiss so forceful it almost knocked you off your feet, but he had thankfully also snuck his arms around your waist which kept you from toppling over.

“I must be dreaming,” he said after he broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against yours.

“I come home after a long day at work and you’re here making my favorite dinner while looking all cozy and cute in my pajamas,” he went on softly.

“No, no, no. I’m not cute,” you said bashfully. “I’m a mess right now.”

“I think I have soy sauce in my hair,” you added with a laugh.

“You look amazing, Jagi,” he said sincerely as he leaned in to give you another kiss.

“So does this,” he then continued, nodding his head towards the stove, a massive grin on his face. “I can’t wait to eat it.”

“But, I hope you know you don’t have to cook for me,” he went on, now sounding a bit more serious. “If anything, I should be the one cooking for you.”

You pulled your head back and furrowed your brow at him.

“I know I don’t have to,” you said earnestly. “I just want to.”

“You always take such good care of me, Tae,” you continued. “I want to take care of you too.”

The expression on his face as he gazed at you was so adoring and reverent, so soft. You literally felt yourself melting into a pile of happy mush beneath it.

“Thank you, Jagi,” he said affectionately as he brought his hands up to cup your cheeks. “I can’t believe how lucky I am to call you mine.”

He leaned in then for the sweetest of kisses, one that was unhurried and lingering, like he was trying to commit to memory the exact feeling of your lips on his. As much as you loved the deeper, more passionate and desperate kisses you often shared, ones like this would always be your favorite. When he kissed you like this, slowly and tenderly, like nothing else in the world mattered, you felt more sure than ever of a truth that had once only existed in your wildest dreams.

He loved you

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Too Good To Be True - Ch. 31 | kth(m)

Summary: Kim Taehyung is a world famous idol in the hit K-pop group, BTS, and you are his personal stylist. Per your contract with Big Hit, he is absolutely, 100% off-limits, and yet, you are completely and hopelessly in love with him. You’ve spent years trying to shove your feelings down, but it’s getting harder and harder to ignore and hide them, especially considering the way Tae always treats you. He’s affectionate and protective and sometimes outright flirtatious, but that’s how he is with everyone, right? Confused, frustrated, and lovesick, you find yourself wondering if it might finally be worth risking your career and your heart to find out.

pairing: Taehyung x reader

genre: Idol! au, fluff, angst, eventual smut, friends to lovers, slow burn

rating: 18+

word count: 2.5k

warnings: implied smut

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Chapter 31: Academy Award

The following Sunday you woke to an empty bed. It was a strange feeling since you had always woken up first and found yourself wrapped in Tae’s warm embrace. After rolling over to look at the clock, though, you realized the likely reason: it was almost 11:00 AM. You’re honestly not sure if you’ve ever slept this late. Then again, you’ve never stayed up until 2:00 AM canoodling with a man who had apparently made it his new mission in life to bring you as much sexual pleasure as physically possible. The fact that you legitimately couldn’t recall how many times Tae made you come last night had you blushing; his appetite for hearing you moan his name was insatiable.

Thinking you could perhaps repay him this morning for all that he gave you last night, you decided to surprise him by greeting him in nothing more than his favorite white ‘Celine’ shirt which happened to be laying on the floor. After slipping out of your tank top and shorts and putting his shirt on, you tip-toed across the bedroom, gently pushed open the door and began silently creeping through the living room. You made your way down the hallway towards the kitchen where you heard him puttering around, and were about to turn the corner to reveal yourself, when you suddenly realized he was talking to someone on the phone. Not wanting to eavesdrop, you quickly turned around to head back to bed, but immediately froze when you heard what came out of his mouth next.

“She is not my girlfriend."

His words hit you like a slap in the face.

He had never specifically called you his girlfriend, but he called you Jagi. He called you his. He asked you to live with him. You were together. You were a couple.

Someone must know, or at least be suspicious, and he must be trying to convince them that nothing was happening between you two. He was just trying to protect you and your relationship. That was the only explanation for why he would say such a thing.

“Honestly, I’m offended that you would even ask me that.”

That blow hurt even more than the first, but you forced yourself to remain calm. He probably meant he was offended to have been accused of doing something against the rules, something risky which could cause a scandal for BTS and Big Hit. Obviously, he had broken the rules and taken a risk by being with you, but he hadn’t done so lightly or thoughtlessly like whoever was on the phone might have implied. He had done it because he cared about you and legitimately wanted to be with you.

“I would be embarrassed to call her my girlfriend.”

Upon hearing those words, though, you physically recoiled; no amount of reasoning could soften that blow. Even if he was just trying to convince someone he wasn’t seeing you, there was absolutely no good reason for him to have made that up as part of his defense.

Unless he wasn’t lying.

Suddenly, all the little doubts and worries that had threatened to invade your mind that day at the photoshoot were back and running rampant, but you used every single ounce of your willpower to keep them at bay.

If he truly thought so little of you, was so ashamed to be associated with you, why had he made you such a big part of his life? Why was he so affectionate and protective and generous? Why did he go out of his way to take care of you and make you happy? Why had he brought you into his home? Why had he done and said so many things that made it seem like he loved you?

It just didn’t make sense.

What he had said was crushing, literally your worst fear being realized, but you were still holding onto a tiny flicker of hope that he didn’t mean it or that it was a misunderstanding or that there was some other logical explanation.

But then he spoke again.

“I put up with her because there is something that I want from her...”

An entire eternity came and went as you waited, in stunned disbelief and complete horror, for him to finish that sentence.

“...and I will do and say whatever I need to in order to get it.”

You stood there motionless, absolutely paralyzed by the crushing weight of the devastation that was welling up inside you. This was why he didn’t want anyone to know what was happening between you two, why it was so easy for him to say that he wasn’t seeing someone, why he had pushed your relationship forward so quickly, why everything honestly just seemed too good to be true.

He was playing you.

He was using you.

And, there was no question in your mind as to what it was that he wanted.

You’d given it to him just last night.

Never in a million years would you have believed that he would do something like this, that he would even be capable of doing something like this, but you had heard him admit to it with your own ears. What hurt the most was realizing how long he must have been planning this. He had spent months, no years, gradually, almost imperceptibly reeling you in. Surely he knew all along how you felt about him and had just been waiting for you to finally let your guard down enough to let yourself believe he felt the same.

And, you did. Up until a minute ago you believed with all of your heart that Kim Taehyung truly loved you.

But he didn’t.

You felt your world collapsing around you and it took every bit of strength you had left not to physically collapse along with it right there in the hallway. Silently, you crept back to his bedroom, closing the door behind you without making a sound. As you stood there looking at the rumpled blankets on his bed, you recalled with disgust everything that had happened in it, the intimate ways you had let him touch you.

You realized at once that you were going to be sick. Rushing to the ensuite bathroom, you soon found yourself dry-heaving over the toilet. Nothing was coming out, yet your body kept trying to empty itself, rid itself of him. You suddenly felt dirty, absolutely filthy. Every single part of your body that he had touched felt contaminated. You needed to cleanse yourself. You needed to remove all traces of him, scrub off every single one of his kisses and caresses.

Struggling to your feet, you went to the shower and turned it on. You made the water uncomfortably hot, almost scalding, ripped off his shirt and threw it onto the floor, and then got in. It hurt, the heat was practically searing your skin, but the pain paled in comparison to the ache in your chest. Suddenly exhausted, you sat on the floor, curled up into a ball, and silently sobbed.

You don’t know how long you were in there like that. The concept of time became irrelevant when your sense of reality had been completely shattered. You honestly might have stayed in there all day, Tae’s words stuck on an endless, heart wrenching loop in your head, but the sound of the bathroom door opening pulled you from your thoughts.

“Jagi, do you want me to make you breakfast?” you heard him ask from the door, his voice sickly sweet.

Jagi

Hearing him say that one word, knowing it was utterly meaningless other than to propagate his lie, was infinitely more painful than hearing all the other heartbreaking words he’d said combined.

“Jagi?” he called again when you didn’t respond.

You had to say something. If he said that word one more time you were going to shatter into a million pieces.

“I’m not hungry,” you called back, the shakiness in your voice masked by the sound of the pouring water.

You took a deep breath and tried to calm your heart and steady your breath. If you wanted to keep the last shred of your dignity intact, you couldn’t let him know you had heard him, couldn’t let him know how absolutely devastated you were right now. You just needed to keep it together long enough to get out of the apartment. Only once you had gotten away from him could you start trying to put the pieces of your life back together.

“I actually don’t feel well,” you then said, hoping that sounded believable.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, sounding all concerned like he actually cared.

“I don’t know,” you replied. “I just feel sick.”

“Look, I’ll be out in a minute, OK?” you added before he could say anything back. “We can talk then.”

“Ok,” he said hesitantly. “I’ll be out in the living room.”

Once you heard him close the bathroom door, you waited another minute and then finally turned off the water. You stepped out of the shower, dried off, and then went back into his bedroom. Still in a daze, you hastily got dressed and then stuffed your toiletries and whatever else you could easily find in his room into your day bag, not even bothering to take anything that was in the closet. After slipping on a facemask, you stepped out of the bedroom to find him waiting for you on the couch. He looked genuinely worried, but you forced yourself to remember that it was just an act.

“I-I’m going to go stay at my apartment,” you said, trying desperately to keep your voice from breaking.

He immediately stood up when you said that, now looking completely distraught.

“What?! Jagi, no. You can’t leave,” he said in alarm. “You need to stay here where I can take care of you.”

“I don’t want to get you sick,” you replied cautiously. “We leave for America in three days. If you got sick now it would be a disaster.”

“Whatever you have I probably already have it,” he argued, running his hand through his hair as he spoke. “I mean we...we spent all night together.”

You flinched at his words; the last thing you wanted was to be reminded of what you two had done last night.

“We don’t know that for sure,” you said evenly. “And you owe it to the guys not to take the risk.”

You could sense his resolve starting to falter ever so slightly when you said that. The fact of the matter was that it would be a disaster if he or any of the other guys got sick now. Getting sick or injured before concerts or shows was always one of their biggest concerns. Given that they were preparing for not just one event, but a whole month-long string of events, that concern was infinitely greater.

“I’ll just stay there for a day or so and sleep it off,” you continued. “I’m sure I’ll be fine after that.”

“Jagi,” he said, sounding so conflicted. “I don’t like the idea of you being alone when you’re sick.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay here?” he then asked pleadingly. “What if you sleep in our bedroom and I sleep in one of the guest bedrooms?”

Upon hearing him refer to it as ‘our bedroom’, you actually felt your heart ripping in half. There was truly no limit to his cruelty.

“No,” you said, your voice catching just a bit. “I want to go home.”

He did not miss you referring to your apartment as home and you did not miss the hurt that then flashed across his face.

“OK,” he finally said dejectedly as he started walking towards you. “I’ll walk you out.”

“Stay back,” you almost shouted as you put your hands up defensively, horrified at the idea of him being near you, let alone touching you.

Your reaction had clearly wounded him; the flash of hurt from a second ago was now an obvious pain etched deeply on his face.

“Jagi, is something else wrong?” he asked, his voice trembling. “Did I do something to upset you?”

Him having the audacity to ask you those questions, knowing full-well the terrible things he had said about you and admitted to less than an hour ago, literally made your stomach churn. He was, without a doubt, a truly incredible actor. He deserved a fucking Academy Award for this performance.

“No,” you lied. “I’m just tired and stressed.”

“But, why...why does it seem like you’re afraid of me,” he questioned, now looking to be on the verge of tears.

You were afraid of him, afraid of just how much more damage he could cause to your already bruised and bleeding heart. You had to get out of there. Every single second you spent with him made the pain in your chest exponentially worse.

“Baby, I’m just afraid of getting you sick,” you said in the sweetest, tenderest voice you could muster. “I would feel terrible if I got you sick right before the trip.”

It almost killed you to call him that, to speak to him so lovingly, but it was worth it because he finally seemed to buy your lie.

“OK,” he said quietly, looking down at the floor as he spoke.

For a moment you just stood there staring at him. He looked so miserable, so broken, and you instinctively felt the urge to go and comfort him. You almost did too, almost walked over and wrapped him in your arms, but then you remembered that the sight before you wasn't real, nothing he had ever said or done had been real, and your heart instantly hardened again.

“I’m going to go now” you said as you picked up your bag and started down the hallway. “I’ll talk to you later.”

“Bye, Jagi,” you heard him call out softly behind you. “I hope you feel better.”

You didn’t respond or even acknowledge him, you just kept walking towards the door, hoping and praying he wasn’t going to follow you. You got there, and were just about to leave, literally had your hand on the doorknob, when you heard the unmistakable sound of little paws clicking on hardwood. Turning around, you found Tannie had followed you to the door and was now looking up at you excitedly.

You had done so well, had held it together and been so strong, but for some reason looking down at his little adorably angry face was what finally broke the dam.

“Bye Tannie,” you whispered, choking back a sob as you reached down and gave him, for probably the last time, a gentle scratch behind the ears. “Take care of Tanju for me.”

You then placed the apartment key on the entryway table, opened the door, and walked out of Kim Taehyung’s apartment and his life.

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Too Good To Be True - Ch. 32 | kth(m)

Summary: Kim Taehyung is a world famous idol in the hit K-pop group, BTS, and you are his personal stylist. Per your contract with Big Hit, he is absolutely, 100% off-limits, and yet, you are completely and hopelessly in love with him. You’ve spent years trying to shove your feelings down, but it’s getting harder and harder to ignore and hide them, especially considering the way Tae always treats you. He’s affectionate and protective and sometimes outright flirtatious, but that’s how he is with everyone, right? Confused, frustrated, and lovesick, you find yourself wondering if it might finally be worth risking your career and your heart to find out.

pairing: Taehyung x reader

genre: Idol! au, fluff, angst, eventual smut, friends to lovers, slow burn

rating: 18+

word count: 3.0k

warnings: cursing

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Chapter 32: Lost And Found

After leaving Tae’s, you drove straight to your older sister Jia’s apartment, not even bothering to text or call her ahead of time. She lived in Gangneung, a city on the coast about two and half hours east of Seoul. When she opened the door to find you standing on her front step, tears streaming down your face, she didn’t even bat an eye. She just stepped forward, wrapped you in a hug, and told you ‘It’s going to be OK’.

Your first instinct had been to drive home to Busan, but at the last second you decided against it. If you showed up there randomly after having visited just two weeks ago, your Dad would have immediately known something was up. As much as you loved him, and as close as the two of you were, you weren’t sure you were ready to explain everything to him.

You had never specifically talked to your dad about your feelings for Tae, but you got the sense he might already know there was something going on between you two. The first time you visited him after coming home from your last trip to America, he had asked if you ever found out who sent you those dark chocolate-covered strawberries on Valentine’s Day. At first you deflected the question, and pretended like you had no idea, but eventually you told him that you thought it might have been Tae. You tried not to seem too hopeful or excited when you said it, but the knowing look your dad gave you made it pretty clear he saw right through your nonchalance. He didn’t call you out, though, he just smiled and said, ‘Whoever it was must care a lot about you’.

The memory of those dark chocolate-covered strawberries, and the ones Tae made himself just last weekend, were two in an infinite list of memories that began weighing heavily on your mind as you drove east: the song, him protecting you from Hyun, your night in the studio, the music box, him sticking up for you to Mrs. Choi, that evening on the beach, how respectful and generous he was when you were intimate, him giving you the bed the night of The Grammys, the Tatas, all the tender kisses he’d given you over the last month.

The more you thought about everything, the more unlikely it seemed that the kind, sweet man you had come to know and trust and love over the last three years was the fake Kim Taehyung and that the selfish, cruel one you thought you heard in the kitchen this morning was the real one. Things just didn’t add up, but the panic-stricken version of yourself from earlier in the day unfortunately hadn’t been able to see that.

About halfway through the drive you had a revelation so horrifying that you had to pull over to let yourself fully comprehend it:

What if he was talking about someone else?

A half hour later, just as you were about to get off at your sister’s exit, another alarming thought entered your mind:

I doubted him like this once before and was completely wrong

When you pulled into your sister’s driveway, and took out your phone to check the messages you had received while you were driving, your regret and guilt only grew.

[Taehyung 1:34 PM] Jagi, can I please come pick you up and take you home?

[Taehyung 1:36 PM] I never should have let you leave. If you’re sick I need to take care of you. I need to make you tea and feed you soup and bring you extra blankets and give you medicine so you can get better soon.

[Taehyung 1:40 PM] I know you’re worried about getting me sick, and I appreciate so much that you are so thoughtful and so selfless, but taking care of you and making sure you’re healthy and safe and happy is my priority.

[Taehyung 1:45 PM] I don’t want you to ever think that my job with BTS is more important than you. You will always come first, Jagi.

[Taehyung 2:03 PM] I realize you’re probably asleep right now, but please call me when you wake up so I can come get you.

As you sat there, reading and rereading his loving messages, you felt an awful, terrible sinking feeling in your stomach. What if you had gotten it wrong? What if he truly was talking about someone else and it was all just a big misunderstanding?

As soon as you got inside you spilled the whole story to Jia, right up to and including the awful events from earlier that day. When she, the same woman who had once called Tae ‘The biggest fucking idiot to walk the Earth’, said that you might have overreacted and jumped to conclusions, you knew you had just made the biggest mistake of your life.

You felt your heart shattering into a million pieces for the second time today, but this time the pain was infinitely worse. You had to tell him, had to come clean, but you didn't know what to say. You didn’t know how to even begin to apologize for the awful things you’d let yourself believe about him, for how terribly you’d treated him that morning.

Jia encouraged you to call him and just try to explain everything, but you honestly didn’t know if you could get the words out. This felt like a conversation you should have in person, but you were unfortunately now hours away from him. You knew you couldn’t ignore him forever, though, so you finally called him to at least apologize for lying and leaving.

“Hi, Jagi,” he said after answering right away.

“Hi, Tae,” you said, your voice immediately breaking when you said his name.

“Jagi, why are you crying?” he said in alarm. “Do you feel that sick?”

You took a couple deep breaths before you finally felt calm enough to speak.

“I-I’m not sick,” you replied shamefully. “I lied and said I was, but I’m not.”

“You were right. I was upset about something,” you said shakily. “But I was wrong about it and made a big mistake.”

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry for lying and leaving,” you said through a sob. “I’m so sorry for everything.”

“Jagi, it’s OK,” he said soothingly. “Whatever it is we can talk about it.”

“I don’t think I can talk about it now,” you said honestly as the shame continued to build inside you.

“I’ll come home tomorrow and we can talk then,” you added with a sniffle.

“I just needed you to know I’m so sorry and I appreciate everything you do for me,” you then added as more tears poured down your face. “You’re so good to me and I don’t deserve you.”

“Don’t say that, Jagi,” he said, sounding genuinely hurt that you would even say such a thing.

“Please let me come take you home now,” he then pleaded. “I hate that you’re so upset and I’m not with you.”

“I just...I can’t come home yet,” you said, feeling guiltier by the second with how kind and understanding he was being.

Every sweet, gentle word he said now only made it all the more obvious just how ridiculous it had been for you to think those terrible things about him. Overcome with a new wave of shame and regret, you began to cry even harder.

“I-I have to go now,” you said almost incoherently. “I promise we’ll talk tomorrow.”

“I’m sorry again, Tae,” you finally said before ending the call.

At that you turned off your phone, went into the guest bedroom, and cried yourself to sleep wondering how you were ever going to gather up the courage to go home and tell him the truth.

~~~

You woke sometime later to the sound of a soft knock on the bedroom door. Glancing at your phone on the nightstand, you saw it was almost 7:00 PM and realized you had been asleep for over three hours. Given the exhausting day you’d had, it honestly wasn’t all that surprising you’d slept so long.

“Come in,” you mumbled from beneath the blankets after you heard another knock.

“Someone is here to see you,” Jia said quietly.

Thinking there was only one person who she could possibly be referring to, you waited to hear the voice of your younger sister, Nari, but it surprisingly never came.

“Hi Jagi,” a familiar deep voice called out instead.

Your heart momentarily stopped.

“Tae?” you replied shakily as you lifted your head up to look at him, unwilling to let yourself believe he was actually there unless you saw him with your own two eyes.

“It’s me,” he said softly as he came and sat down on the edge of the bed.

It was him. He was really there. You were lost, but he had come and found you. You had no idea how, but you didn’t care. You were so happy and relieved to see him that tears welled up in your eyes.

“Can I lay down with you?” he asked gently.

“Of course,” you replied, hating that he felt like he had to ask because of how you had treated him this morning, how you had pushed him away.

He took off his jacket, lifted up the covers, and laid down next to you so he was facing you. He kept a bit of space between you two, but he reached out and took your hand. After bringing it to his lips and giving it a gentle kiss, he laid it back down on the bed. For a few minutes he didn’t say anything, he just rubbed your thumb with his and stared into your eyes longingly.

“Did you hear me talking on the phone this morning?” he asked quietly.

You nodded and there was another silence before he spoke again.

“Did you think I was talking about you?” he then asked in a softer, almost fearful voice.

You nodded your head again as a few tears finally escaped.

“Oh, Jagi,” he whispered as he squeezed your hand, the pain in his voice unmistakable. “I’m so sorry.”

“I was talking about Jisoo, ” he admitted sorrowfully. “Jungkook called and asked if she was the woman I have been secretly dating.”

“I guess he has seen me talking to her recently around Big Hit which is why he thought she might be my new girlfriend,” he then added.

You did not realize Tae had been talking to Jisoo again and the confusion must have shown on your face because he immediately continued.

“I want to re-record ‘Sweet Night’ with someone else on backing vocals,” he explained. “I wrote that song for you and it just feels all wrong having her on it after everything she did and how awful she’s always been to you.”

“But, because she unfortunately did get credited, I need her permission to change it,” he went on frustratedly. “So I have been sucking up to her and jumping through all her hoops to get her to agree.”

“I didn’t say anything about it because I wanted it to be a surprise,” he then said. “You’ve never asked to listen to the actual song and I couldn’t help but wonder if it was because she is on it.”

He was right. You loved when he sang ‘Sweet Night’ for you, but you purposefully had never asked to hear the actual recorded version. Obviously, you would have listened to it once it was released, but you knew it would always be somewhat tainted because Jisoo was on it and therefore weren’t all that excited to hear it.

“Everything makes so much sense now,” you said quietly as a wave of embarrassment washed over you.

Someone asking about Jisoo was completely logical given how much time they had spent together and how hard she pushed their public image when they first recorded the song. You honestly could not believe that you hadn’t immediately thought of her as the person he was likely talking about.

“Jagi, I know what I said must have been really hurtful at the time, but why didn’t you just talk to me?” he asked a few moments later.

“I-I don’t know,” you replied, reaching up to wipe away a few more tears that had trickled out. “I just panicked.”

“I was just so overwhelmed it was hard to think straight,” you then admitted with a sniffle.

He was quiet then for a couple minutes and you could tell that he was thinking deeply about something. By the time he spoke again, he wore an extremely pained expression that made your heart absolutely ache.

“When I said I wanted something, and you thought I was talking about you, did you think…,” he started before his voice broke and he had to take a moment to collect himself. “Did you think I only wanted you for your body?”

You didn’t respond, but from the look on your face he must have known he guessed correctly. Upon realizing this, upon realizing you legitimately thought he was just using you for sexual pleasure, the first few tears began rolling down his face.

“Jagi, it breaks my heart that you thought I would do that to you,” he said in the saddest, smallest voice you’ve ever heard. “That I would disrespect you and hurt you like that.”

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered as tears started pouring down your cheeks.  

As you looked at him, and saw his beautiful features twisted into an expression of such agony, an overwhelming amount of shame and regret crashed down upon you. All you could think was that he’s never going to want to be with you now. Not after this. Not when he sees that you’re more trouble than you’re worth. He was nothing but wonderful to you, literally gave you everything, and you repaid him by jumping to conclusions and assuming the absolute worst of him.

“I’m sorry for everything,” you said before a great heaving sob finally left you.

Unable to face him any longer, unable to continue staring at the wreckage that you caused, you flipped over and turned away from him. You were sure that any second now he was going to get up and leave. He was going to tell you he wanted you out of his life for good and you wouldn’t even blame him for it. All of this was your fault. You ruined it. You had everything you ever wanted, but you ruined it with your insecurity.

You realized at once that the pain you felt this morning when your own heart was broken was nothing in comparison to the pain of knowing you had broken the heart of the person you loved most. Doubting him like this, and letting yourself believe he could be so cruel, was by far the worst thing you’d ever done in your entire life and you honestly didn’t know how you were ever going to recover from it.

You suddenly felt like you couldn’t breathe, like the room was spinning and you were falling and you couldn’t breathe, but then Tae’s arms were wrapping around you and pulling you close. Back in his warm embrace, where you had come to feel so safe and secure, you finally started to calm down. The weight on your chest lifted and you began breathing, slow, deep, steady breaths.

You were OK. He wasn’t leaving. He hadn’t given up on you.

“Jagi, it’s OK,” he said gently as he hugged you tighter. “I know you were just hurt and scared.”

“It was my fault to begin with,” he added guiltily. “I should have realized how that would have sounded to you and been more careful.”

“I’m sorry that this is all so hard,” he then said after a minute. “Having a secret relationship, all the hiding and the lying. I know it makes it so much harder to trust and feel OK about everything.”

“I know we can do it, though,” he went on hopefully. “We just need to always be honest with each other.”

“No more secrets, OK?” he added finally.

“No more secrets,” you repeated as you snuggled deeper into his embrace.

The two of you laid there like that for a while, both emotionally and physically exhausted after the incredibly trying day you’d had. After a bit Tae began humming softly in your ear, knowing it always helped calm you down, but eventually he stopped. You thought perhaps he might have fallen asleep, but then he stirred and broke the silence.

“I love you,” he said quietly as he pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder.

I love you

Of all the ways you imagined him saying those three words to you for the first time, you’d never imagined it would happen like this. You thought he would say it during a moment that was perfect and idyllic, not after this whole mess where you had made a huge mistake and deeply hurt him. You realized, though, that him choosing to say them now was so much more romantic and meaningful than what you had imagined. He was telling you that he loved you even at your worst, insecurities and imperfections and all.

You turned in his arms to face him and found him looking at you with a hesitant smile.

“I love you, too,” you told him before gently kissing the tip of his nose.

“I have loved you for three years,” you then admitted shyly.

“What a coincidence,” he said as his little smile grew into a big grin. “I have loved you for three years.”

When he kissed you then, slowly and tenderly, like he had done so many times before, you found yourself in a state of utter bliss knowing with absolute certainty what he was telling you every time his lips brushed yours.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

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Too Good To Be True - Ch. 33 | kth(m)

Summary: Kim Taehyung is a world famous idol in the hit K-pop group, BTS, and you are his personal stylist. Per your contract with Big Hit, he is absolutely, 100% off-limits, and yet, you are completely and hopelessly in love with him. You’ve spent years trying to shove your feelings down, but it’s getting harder and harder to ignore and hide them, especially considering the way Tae always treats you. He’s affectionate and protective and sometimes outright flirtatious, but that’s how he is with everyone, right? Confused, frustrated, and lovesick, you find yourself wondering if it might finally be worth risking your career and your heart to find out.

pairing: Taehyung x reader

genre: Idol! au, fluff, angst, eventual smut, friends to lovers, slow burn

rating: 18+

word count: 3.6k

warnings: none

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Chapter 33: No More Secrets

Even if Tae hadn’t told you he loved you, you would have been certain he did anyway after he literally drove across the country to come be with you. After you had hung up and turned off your phone, he had driven straight to your apartment, convinced you were definitely not OK. Once he realized you weren’t there, he texted Jia, having still had her phone number from when he bought the Zico concert tickets for the three of you last year. She told him you were at her apartment, he immediately asked for the address, and then started driving east.

Just like you, he’d had a revelation mid-drive: that you had heard him talking in the kitchen that morning and thought he was talking about you. He said he felt sick to his stomach when he figured it out and you believed him. That’s exactly how you had felt.

After lying in bed snuggling for a little while longer, you two finally got up and emerged from the guest bedroom. Jia was sitting on the couch casually watching TV and when she looked over and saw you two holding hands, no doubt looking all sappy and lovey-dovey, her face broke out into a smug smile.

“I would just like to say that the two of you both owe me big time,” she said as she folded her arms across her chest. “I downloaded Tinder and got this train moving.”

“She’s not wrong,” Tae said with a laugh as he gave your hand a squeeze.

“That was the push I needed to realize I couldn’t live without you anymore,” he then said shyly before giving you a kiss on the cheek which tickled and made you scrunch up your face all cutely.

“Oh my god, you two are so adorable it’s disgusting,” she then said, though, the big smile on her face told you she was anything but appalled at the sight of you so happy.

“Kim Taehyung,” she then said sternly. “I respect you for coming all the way out here and can see that you truly do love my sister, but I just need you to know that, even though you are rich and famous, I will not hesitate to kick your ass if you hurt her.”

“Understood,” Tae replied seriously, giving her a respectful nod.

The three of you chatted for a little while longer and also Facetimed with Nari who was over the moon to hear that you and Tae were together, but devastated not to be there in person. You promised her the four of you would get together soon and Tae even offered to have them both stay at the apartment which literally made Nari squeal. Eventually, though, you and Tae needed to head out since it was getting late and you both had to be at Big Hit tomorrow morning.

The two of you had obviously driven there separately, but Tae was adamant that you drove home with him since it was dark and you were tired, saying he would pay to have someone drive your car back to Seoul tomorrow. Normally you would have gotten on your feminist horse and assured him that you were more than capable of driving yourself, but the truth was that you were exhausted and it actually might not be safe for you to drive. Also, as pathetic as it was, you just didn’t want to be away from him for two and half hours, not when you were still basking in his love for you.

During your talk, you two had agreed to ‘no more secrets’, so you decided to spend the drive back to Seoul asking some difficult, but important questions. The idea of being open and vulnerable, of revealing even more of your insecurities and fears, was slightly terrifying, but you knew this was something you needed to do. You guys couldn’t afford to have another incident like the one you did this morning.

The whole situation had been one big heartbreaking misunderstanding and Tae had been absolutely right when he said that all the secrecy surrounding your relationship had played a role. You’d only been together a month, but already it was starting to take its toll: he was stressed because people were asking questions, you were insecure because he had to lie about you. It just wasn’t healthy to have to keep everything hidden and bottled up, to be made to feel guilty simply because you loved each other and wanted to be together. If you were going to make it work, you needed to work together against the ever growing number of forces trying to keep you apart. To make sure you were on the same page, pushing forward in the same direction, you needed to be honest with each other, brutally so if that’s what it took.

After getting up onto the highway and settling in, Tae reached over and took your hand, carefully lacing his fingers with yours. He brought it to his lips and gave the back of it a tender kiss and then rested your joint hands on the center console. He said he loved you, that he would still love you when you got back to Seoul, and then said he’d like to go first.

“Why is it so easy for you to doubt my feelings for you?” he asked hesitantly.

You couldn’t deny that it hurt to hear him ask that question, but you knew after everything that had happened he had every right to be concerned about this. It took you a minute or so to think through how you were going to respond. You wanted to be honest, that was the whole point of doing this, but you didn’t want to hurt him in the process.

“You know how you said on Friday, ‘I must be dreaming’?” you asked, continuing after he gave you a little nod. “That’s how I feel all the time and I’m always just so scared of waking up.”

You let the weight of that statement sink in for a few moments before you continued.

“I spent so long feeling confused about what was happening between us, and wondering if everything was all just in my head, that it's hard to believe all of this is real sometimes,” you then admitted.

Again you paused, partly to let him think about what you’d just said, but also because you needed to collect yourself before you went on.

“There were times when you would be so affectionate and protective and flirty that I was sure you felt something for me,” you started tentatively. “But then other times you would treat me like just another friend or worse, be cold and actually push me away.”

His grip on your hand tightened as your words cut through him.

“It was such an emotional rollercoaster,” you said quietly. “I didn’t think you were purposefully trying to hurt me, but it was really hard to deal with that whiplash for three years.”

You looked over at him and saw that guilt was written all over his face upon realizing that he had been the one to plant all those seeds of doubt in your head.

“I’m so sorry, Jagi,” he said, gravely. “I never meant to give you mixed signals or make it seem like I was playing with you.”

He took a deep breath and gave your hand another squeeze before he spoke again.

“I just didn’t know what to do with my feelings for you,” he admitted. “I loved you so much and I was constantly torn between trying to hide it and wanting to tell you.”

“I wanted to be with you, but I was also so scared of losing you,” he went on quietly. “I knew we weren’t allowed to be together and that the second anyone found out how I felt you would be transferred to another group or fired altogether.”

“I tried to show you how much I cared about you, and tried so many times to subtly let you know I wanted to be more than friends, but you never gave me a clear sign that you wanted to be together,” he then added. “And, I didn’t want to push you or do anything to jeopardize your job if I wasn’t absolutely sure it’s what you wanted.”

You had been looking down at your lap, playing with a string on the hem of your sweater, but when he said those words your head instantly shot up. The idea that he had been waiting for some sort of sign from you had truly never occurred to you. To you, it always seemed like the decision to pursue something more needed to come from him because he was the idol, but to him the decision needed to come from you because it was your job at risk.

“I mean, I knew you were attracted to me,” he said, giving you a little sideways smirk.

You rolled your eyes at him, but blushed nonetheless.

“And, I was pretty sure that you liked me liked me,” he went on teasingly.

At his use of elementary school terminology you couldn’t help but laugh.

“But, I didn’t know if you wanted this,” he then said more seriously, lifting up your intertwined hands. “I didn’t know you if you actually wanted a relationship with me.”

You tried to respond to him, but your mouth was filled with cotton. This was like realizing he had planned on telling you how he felt the morning after The Grammys, only infinitely worse. It wasn’t just extra months you could have been together, it was extra years. Looking back now, you realized he had given you plenty of signs that he actually wanted to be with you, but you had been too hesitant and afraid to acknowledge them at the time. It was understandable given how much you had to lose if you were wrong or if things didn’t work out, but it was heartbreaking nonetheless to know how much time had been wasted.

“Honestly, I always thought that deep down you knew how I felt about you and realized that I was waiting until we could be together,” he then said somewhat shyly. “That’s why I never dated anyone else, Jagi. I was waiting for you.”

“But, then everything with Jisoo happened and Jia downloaded Tinder and you set up that date. I knew then that I couldn’t wait anymore, that I had to make it clear how I really felt about you. Even if it was risky to get involved while you were still working at Big Hit, the risk of losing you forever was so much worse,” he said sincerely.

You sat there for a few minutes as his words washed over you again and again like waves on the sand. A part of you was frustrated, mostly at the situation in general, but also at yourself. Your instinct was to beat yourself up for being so oblivious and scared, for not seeing what was right in front of you, but you fought against it. Dwelling on what you could have done or should have done wasn’t at all productive. You were together now and that was truly all that mattered.

“I love you,” he said, pulling you from your thoughts.

“And, I’m sorry again that I confused you and made you doubt things before,” he added somberly.

“I love you too,” you replied. “And, I promise to trust you, be upfront with my feelings, and not let what happened in the past come between us now.”

For the next few minutes neither of you spoke. You just sat there together in comfortable silence, Tae’s thumb gently thumbing yours. Eventually, though, you saw him look over at you expectantly and realized it was your turn to ask an important question.

“Why don’t you want to tell the rest of the guys about us?” you asked quietly.

“I know we need to keep our relationship a secret from virtually everyone, but they are your brothers. They are the people you’re closest with, the ones you trust most in the entire world. If anyone was going to be happy for us or supportive of our relationship, wouldn’t it be them?” you then questioned.

He went to start answering your question, but you had one more thing you needed to get off your chest so you continued before he could speak.

“It just...it hurts me that you don’t want them to know,” you said finally, your voice catching just a bit. “It makes me think that you really are ashamed to be with me.”

He looked so hurt when you said that, which made your heart absolutely ache, but you knew he needed to know the truth about how you felt. That was the only way the two of you were going to move forward and make this work.

“Jagi, I’m so sorry that I’ve made you feel that way,” he said sadly. “That was not at all my intention.”

“Please believe me when I say that I could never be ashamed to be with you,” he then added.

“I do want to tell them. I want to tell everyone. I want to post a picture of you on Twitter and tell the whole world ‘This is my beautiful, talented, amazing girlfriend who I have been in love with for three years and finally get to be with.’,” he said with a smile.

You felt all warm and fuzzy inside hearing him call you his girlfriend for the first time.

“But, I’m afraid that telling the guys will be like opening up the floodgates,” he went on. “If I know that they know about us, I’m going to want to talk about you all the time. I’m going to want to tell them all the cute things you do and say, brag about your cooking and how you take such good care of me, ask them for relationship advice when things inevitably get hard.”

“Only, it wouldn’t be like keeping Namjoon-hyung’s wife or Jimin’s girlfriend a secret from ARMY where we just have to be careful in public. We would have to be careful all the time and I just...I don’t trust myself not to say something in front of the wrong person,” he finally admitted with a sigh.

What he said made complete sense. The guys were constantly surrounded by staff members, were always in front of cameras or hooked up to microphones. If something ever slipped out, it’s not like it could just be edited out before ARMY saw the final product. By that point it would already be too late.

“I do want to tell them,” he reiterated, giving your hand a squeeze. “And, I promise we will soon. I just need to make sure I can handle it first, that I can contain all this love I have for you.”

“My parents are the only people I’ve told so far because I know all my conversations with them are private,” he then added.

You felt your heart do a little somersault.

“You told your parents?” you asked with a shy smile.

“Of course,” he replied immediately. “They’ve known all along how I felt about you.”

You sat there in stunned silence, a huge, silly grin on your face.

“I went to visit them about a month after you started at Big Hit,” he began bashfully. “It took my Mom all of five minutes to decide I had a crush on my new stylist and another hour to realize that I was legitimately in love with her.”

“They can’t wait to meet you,” he then said, turning and giving you a big smile.

And now your heart was doing a full Olympic gymnastics routine.

You guys spent the rest of the drive asking each other more questions that had been on your minds since you’d started dating. Tae asked if it made you upset that he was so flirty with ARMY on stage and on social media and you said honestly that it didn’t. You understood it was part of his job and had learned to be OK with it even before you were together. Now that you were sure he loved you, you knew it would bother you even less. You asked him if he would be upset if you told Eunji and Donghae you were casually dating on Tinder since they had already asked if you were seeing someone. He said that was fine, but that he would prefer you not download the app again, even if it was only for show, saying with an innocent smile that he just didn’t think it was fair to have the men of Tinder getting their hopes up that you might one day be theirs.

He asked if you wanted to officially move in once you got back from America and you couldn’t say yes fast enough. He offered to pay off the rest of your apartment lease so you could move out of it entirely, but you said you’d prefer to keep paying it yourself until it was up. That then led to a larger discussion about finances which was far less uncomfortable than you thought it would be. You explained that one of your worries was being accused of using him for his money as well as his fame. He assured you that he knew you absolutely were not and then said he would vehemently deny those accusations if they ever came about. You also told him it made you uncomfortable to be living at the apartment and not be contributing at all to living expenses so you guys agreed to split costs for everyday things like groceries or takeout or movie rentals.

All in all, it was a really productive conversation, one you probably should have had sooner, to be honest. Had you begun dating under normal circumstances like virtually everyone else on the planet, you probably would have gone over some of these things right from the start, but, alas, your situation was quite unique.

You were back within the Seoul city limits, and were only about fifteen minutes away from home, when something else popped into your head.

“Tae,” you began hesitantly. “What is your biggest fear when it comes to our relationship?”

He did not hesitate with his answer which told you this was something he had clearly already thought a lot about.

“Aside from someone finding out about us and you being taken away from me, my biggest fear is that someone will try to hurt you,” he said, bringing your hand into his lap protectively. “That they’ll threaten you or try to use you to get to me.”

You felt a little shiver go up your spine when he said that. The idea that you were now some kind of target wasn’t something you had really considered, but thinking back to everything that Namjoon’s wife, Aera, had gone through, you realized that you absolutely were.

“For obvious reasons we have to keep our relationship a secret from Big Hit, but because of that you don’t get the protection you should be getting as my girlfriend,” he continued solemnly.

“Everyone else’s partners have security teams that check in on them and make sure they aren’t being followed or their apartments aren’t being watched,” he went on. “If any of them ever feel unsafe for any reason, they can call Big Hit security directly and get help right away.”

“But, you can’t do that,” he then said quietly. “And that makes me feel incredibly nervous and also extremely guilty.”

“I don’t want you to be scared, though, Jagi,” he said after a moment, tightening his grip on your hand. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you. I promise I’ll always keep you safe and take care of you.”

You had been ever so slightly scared before he said that, but his reassurance was all the comfort you needed to relax; you knew with absolute certainty that he would do whatever it took to keep that promise.

“What about you?” he then asked. ”What is your biggest fear?”

Unlike him, you didn’t respond right away. It wasn’t because you didn’t already know what your biggest fear was, but because you were afraid of sharing it with him, even after everything you had just talked about.

“Jagi, you can tell me,” he said reassuringly, sensing your apprehension. “Whatever it is.”

You took a deep breath, hoping what you were about to say wouldn’t undo all the progress you had made over the last two plus hours.

“My biggest fear is that one day, once everything with BTS has settled down and you have more time and freedom to do things and go places and meet people, you will leave me because you realized that you never actually wanted to be with me, but that you just wanted to be with someone and I was the most convenient option,” you rushed out, not even realizing you had started to tear up while you were talking.

As the car came to a halt at a red light, Tae let go of your hand and instead brought it up to cup your cheek.

“Look at me, Jagi,” he said gently.

You turned to him and found him looking at you with the most tender, loving expression.

“You are not convenient,” he said, stroking your cheek and brushing away the one tear that had escaped. “You are perfect, truly the woman of my dreams. You are all I have ever wanted, all I will ever want.”

“I promise I’m never going to leave,” he then said softly before leaning over to give you a sweet kiss.

And in that moment you trusted, with all your heart, that he would keep that promise too.

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Too Good To Be True - Ch. 34 | kth(m)

Summary: Kim Taehyung is a world famous idol in the hit K-pop group, BTS, and you are his personal stylist. Per your contract with Big Hit, he is absolutely, 100% off-limits, and yet, you are completely and hopelessly in love with him. You’ve spent years trying to shove your feelings down, but it’s getting harder and harder to ignore and hide them, especially considering the way Tae always treats you. He’s affectionate and protective and sometimes outright flirtatious, but that’s how he is with everyone, right? Confused, frustrated, and lovesick, you find yourself wondering if it might finally be worth risking your career and your heart to find out.

pairing: Taehyung x reader

genre: Idol! au, fluff, angst, eventual smut, friends to lovers, slow burn

rating: 18+

word count: 3.2k

warnings: handjob, fingering, oral sex (m/f receiving)

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Chapter 34: Open The Door

Three days later you were somewhere over the Pacific Ocean on a chartered flight to America. You were only halfway through the twelve hour trip and already your laptop had died, taking with it your one real form of entertainment. Tae had reminded you to put your charger in your carry on bag no less than ten times, but still you had forgotten, something he would no doubt tease you for once you landed.

You obviously weren’t sitting together; he was up in first class while you were back in coach. It was probably for the best, though, that you and Tae were physically separated right now. The sights and sounds and sensations from the previous night were too temptingly fresh on your mind. If he was sitting next to you, even with all of your coworkers around, you’re honestly not sure you would be able to keep your hands off of him.

Tae telling you he loved you had done something to you. The knowledge that he was completely and irrefutably yours somehow made him infinitely sexier, truly irresistible. From the moment he said those three special words, you felt an intense urge to physically express how much you loved him and last night you finally acted upon it.

You were in the bedroom packing your suitcase when Tae stepped out of the bathroom. He’d just taken a shower and was wearing nothing more than a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, the white of the fabric making his honey skin all the more radiant. His hair was wet and shaggy and dripping down onto his shoulders and chest. As you watched a single bead of water trail between his pecs and then down his stomach, you felt a desire for him like never before in your life.

Usually, he was the one who was in charge when you were intimate, a slightly aggressive and dominant side coming out a bit like it did when he was on stage. He always took care of you first and scolded you if you tried to touch him while he was pleasuring you. Only after you came would he let the focus shift to himself, and afterwards would usually insist on making you come again. Tonight, though, you wanted to be in charge.

He noticed you were staring at him, the smug smirk he wore telling you that he knew you were likely having some unprofessional thoughts, but before he could say anything, you suddenly strode over to him and captured his lips. As you deepened the kiss, he fought for control, but you didn’t let him have it. Instead, you gave his lower lip a teasing bite, broke the kiss, and then whispered in his ear that you wanted to show him how much you loved him. You then explained how you wanted to do it, gently sucking on his earlobe afterwards for emphasis.

He swore under his breath as his grip on your hips tightened, clearly both flustered and aroused by what you’d said. He hesitantly asked if you were sure, saying that he didn’t want you to do anything you weren’t comfortable with. You said you were absolutely positive, that you truly wanted to be with him like this, and asked if he wanted it too. He leaned his forehead against yours and said, ‘Yes, Jagi. Please.’, the desire and desperation in his voice unmistakable.

As you began kissing down his neck, you unwrapped the towel, letting it fall to the floor as you took him in your hand. You continued down his chest while slowly backing him towards the bed. When you reached the trail of hair on his lower abdomen, you sat him down on the edge of the bed. He placed a pillow on the floor at his feet and you knelt down on it between his legs.

After teasing him for a minute with little kisses and swirls of your tongue, you finally took him in your mouth, drawing the most delicious groan from him. You wrapped your hand around what your mouth couldn’t reach and began showing him just how much you loved and desired him.

When you were with your college boyfriend, doing this had always felt a bit embarrassing and honestly somewhat degrading. He just wasn’t very encouraging, and didn’t really engage with you, so you never felt comfortable or appreciated when you did it. With Tae, though, you felt the complete opposite. With him you felt confident and sexy and like you were being worshipped even though you were the one on your knees. With him it just felt so much more meaningful and intimate, like you were doing it with him instead of just to him.

He touched you with reverence and adoration, softly stroking your cheek and gently running his hands through your hair. His praise was passionate and affectionate; he told you over and over again that you were beautiful and perfect and incredible, that it felt so good, that you felt so good. When the words ‘I love you so much’ fell from his lips in a deep, breathy voice, you knew without question that he said them not just because it was the heat of the moment, but because he truly meant them.

Not long after that he told you it just felt too good, that he couldn’t last any longer. When you didn’t stop or pull away, letting him know you wanted what he was about to give, he finally fell apart for you. Within seconds of you both recovering, he lifted you up and kissed you so fiercely that he literally stole your breath. When he released your lips a moment later, he begged for you to let him show you how much he loved you too, like he couldn’t bear the idea of not able to give you what you’d just given him. You said ‘Yes’ without hesitation and he then laid you down and covered your body with his.

After gently pulling your tank top up and over your head, he captured your lips in a hungry kiss before he began trailing his lips downwards. He kissed all the way down to your stomach, coming tantalizingly close to the top of your shorts, but then removed his lips from you at the last second. As he then began kissing up your inner thigh, he slowly pulled your shorts down until you were completely bare before him. He looked up at you once more to ensure you were still OK with what he was doing, gave a final teasing kiss to each inner thigh, and then brought his mouth where you wanted it most.

The few times you’d previously experienced this were honestly not that enjoyable, however, you realized at once how much of a difference it made to have a partner who was enthusiastic and committed to making you feel good. Within a minute, Tae had you gripping the sheets, an endless string of breathy curses falling from your lips. Overwhelmed by the pleasure, your legs instinctively began closing, but he held them open with his big hands, his thumbs rubbing your inner thighs in a gentle, soothing way that was in such stark contrast to how he was devouring you with his mouth.

You understood immediately that all the subtly seductive lip bites and licks he’d given the camera over the years, and all the more vulgar tongue gestures he’d teased you with lately, had not just been for show. They were promises that he was now delivering on. None of the fantasies you’d had which featured him using his pretty mouth like this had done justice to his true and apparently natural talents. When it crossed your mind that this was the first time he was doing this and that he would only get better at it, you shuddered; it was already almost too much to handle.

For obvious reasons, he wasn’t able to serenade you with the filth he had come to discover you absolutely loved hearing, but then you were loud and filthy enough for the two of you. You returned the praise and encouragement he’d given you, saying with utter sincerity that he was incredible. Over the past week you had decided that Tae most definitely had a name kink and you fed into that fiercely, not even on purpose, but because your mind was full of nothing but thoughts of him and the sinful things he was doing with his tongue. When one of your hands suddenly latched onto his golden brown locks, he let out a low groan that you felt as much as you heard. The sensation of that alone almost had you coming undone.

When he eventually let go of one of your legs, and instead used that hand to add to your pleasure, you did lose it, the combination of his fingers and his tongue sending you into complete ecstasy. Once you finally stopped writhing in pleasure, Tae gave one final, gentle kiss and then came to lay beside you. He nervously asked if that felt good, as if you moaning his name loud enough for his rich and famous neighbors to hear wasn’t evidence enough, to which you breathlessly replied that it was amazing, that he was amazing. He also then said that he loved doing that for you, that he loved making you feel so good, and that he simply loved you.

You cuddled in bed for a while, your limbs tangled, not a scrap of clothing between you, before finally getting up, at which point Tae led you by the hand to the bathroom. He brought you into the shower with him where he proceeded to clean you, make you dirty all over again, and then clean you once more. By the time you two finally stopped canoodling, finished packing, and crawled into bed, you were both utterly, but blissfully exhausted.

You had been tempted to jump him again this morning when you woke up, but you fought the urge knowing there truly wasn’t enough time for such shenanigans given how early your flight was. Even after being on your best behavior all morning, the two of you were scrambling to get out the door on time. He had just gone through a final mental checklist of everything you both needed, and was about to open the apartment door, when he turned to you with a soft, ever so slightly sad expression on his face.

“I love you,” he said before wrapping you up in a big hug.

“I love you, too,” you said back, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck.

After a minute of holding you tightly, he let go and brought his hands up to cup your cheeks. He leaned in and gave you a sweet, lingering kiss, one that you truly never wanted to end. You loved all of your kisses with Tae, but you were cherishing this one in particular because you knew it unfortunately might be a while until you got another one.

Even though you’d shared your first kiss, and spent the night together for the first time, in a hotel while on a BTS trip, you realized the circumstances that brought those things to fruition were unique and couldn’t be expected every time. The truth was, your month-long stay in America was going to be very different from the long weekend trip you took to film the Dynamite music video.

For starters, Big Hit had not rented out the entire hotel in New York City, where you would be spending the first half of the trip, or in LA, where you would be spending the second half. That increased the odds of being randomly spotted by fans or the media or, even worse, having another fiasco like what happened the night of The Grammys. However, being stalked by creepy paparazzi guys with cameras was honestly not what you two were most afraid of on this trip.

Because the guys would be going out for public appearances almost daily, it made sense to do some basic hair and makeup at the hotel itself before they left. To facilitate this, Big Hit had roomed both the guys and their stylists on one floor and then booked a massive suite down the hall that would serve as a prep room.

You and Tae had been in bed snuggling when you first found out about these plans via email. Initially, you were elated knowing you would be so close to one another. However, your excitement was short-lived once you read that all the managers would also be roomed on that floor. If everyone’s rooms were all clustered together like that, it would make it virtually impossible for you and Tae to go into each other’s rooms without someone seeing.

When it dawned on you that you might not be able to get much, if any, legitimate alone time with him, that you might have to go a whole month without him sleeping beside you, tears actually pooled in your eyes. You had only been together a month, and only been living together a little over a week, but already you two were so attached to one another.

When you were at the apartment together you were constantly touching, whether it was simply holding hands or cuddling on the couch or in bed. Tae was always wrapping his arms around your waist or planting random kisses on your forehead. You loved to gently comb your fingers through his hair and kiss the mole on the tip of his nose whenever he said something cute. The idea of going so long without being able to touch him in an affectionate or intimate way, or even just openly talk with him, made your heart hurt.

“Jagi, don’t cry,” he had said to you when he saw you were getting upset. “It will be OK.”

As he said that, though, he pulled you closer, up onto his chest, as if trying to get in all the physical contact he could before the long drought of it ahead.

~~~

Once the plane landed at JFK it was a bit of a blur getting to the hotel. The airport was so big and so busy, as was the city itself. It was honestly overwhelming and you were extremely grateful to know that all the logistics had already been arranged by the management team.

Tae and the rest of the guys got off the plane first so they could be taken through customs privately like usual. After that, they would be transported to the hotel separately for security reasons. You two texted constantly while you were both waiting to leave the airport and then traveling to the hotel, twelve hours having honestly been the longest you’d gone without talking to each other since the weekend of your big fight.

It was late afternoon by the time you finally got into your hotel room. It was nice, a lot nicer than the ones you were used to being given on trips. It had a king size bed, a giant flat screen TV mounted on the wall, a see-through mini fridge in the corner that was stocked with alcohol, and appeared to be furnished with rather high-end furniture and decorations. It did still have one of those slightly creepy doors leading to the adjacent room, but there were plenty of locks on it so you felt safe. All in all, you were rather pleased that this was where you would be staying for the next two weeks.

Exhausted from the long day of travel, you plopped down on the bed which you immediately discovered was incredibly comfortable. You then pulled out your phone to update Tae who had gotten into his room almost an hour ago.

[3:40 PM] I finally made it to my room.

[3:40 PM] I am so tired.

[3:41 PM] Would you judge me if I went to bed now?

[Taehyung 3:41 PM] No...as long as you let me come cuddle with you.

[Taehyung 3:42 PM] What room are you in?

As you read his text you felt a pang in your chest. You had largely accepted that you and Tae would not be able to visit each other, that it would be reckless to even try, but you weren’t sure he had. Him saying with such sincerity that he didn't think he could go a whole month sleeping without you in his arms had you swooning, but it also made you incredibly nervous that he would risk things to still try and be with you. As if sensing you were thinking about this right now, and preparing to shut him down, he texted again.

[Taehyung 3:45 PM] Jagi, I know you’re worried, but can we at least look at where our two rooms are and see if it’s possible?

[Taehyung 3:46 PM] Maybe we’re just across the hall from each other. We could make that work.

You took a deep breath, trying not to get your hopes up.

[3:46 PM] Room #815

[Taehyung 3:46 PM] …

[Taehyung 3:46 PM] Was that supposed to be a joke?

[3:47 PM] …no?

[3:47 PM] Why?

[Taehyung 3:47 PM] Text me a picture of the little envelope your key card came in that shows your room number.

You’re not sure why he thought you’d be lying, but you indulged him and snapped a photo of the envelope lying on the nightstand.

[3:48 PM] OK…

[3:48 PM] Image Sent

[Taehyung 3:48 PM] 😱

You were officially very confused, having absolutely no idea what that emoji was supposed to mean, but before you could text him back and ask, you heard a knock on your door. Getting up from the bed, you walked over to the door leading into the hallway, but when you opened it up no one was there. After closing it you walked back towards the bed, but stopped once you again heard knocking. This time, though, you realized the knocking wasn’t coming from the hallway door, it was coming from the door connecting to the adjacent room.

For a few moments you just stood there staring at it, your jaw nearly on the floor. The person knocking on that door couldn’t possibly be who you thought and hoped it was, but then you got another text proving otherwise.

[Taehyung 3:49 PM] It’s bad manners to keep a guest waiting at the door.

You called him immediately and he picked up before it could even ring once.

“Are you messing with me right now?” you demanded.

“Jagi, just open the door,” he said, barely containing the excitement in his voice.

With a shaky hand you undid the numerous locks, turned the doorknob, and slowly opened the door. There in front of you was Tae, still holding the phone up to his ear, the biggest, boxiest smile you’d ever seen him wearing in his entire life.

“Baby, how is this possible?” you whispered.

“I have no idea,” he replied, finally dropping his phone from his ear as he shook his head in disbelief.

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Too Good To Be True - Ch. 35 - kth(m)

Summary: Kim Taehyung is a world famous idol in the hit K-pop group, BTS, and you are his personal stylist. Per your contract with Big Hit, he is absolutely, 100% off-limits, and yet, you are completely and hopelessly in love with him. You’ve spent years trying to shove your feelings down, but it’s getting harder and harder to ignore and hide them, especially considering the way Tae always treats you. He’s affectionate and protective and sometimes outright flirtatious, but that’s how he is with everyone, right? Confused, frustrated, and lovesick, you find yourself wondering if it might finally be worth risking your career and your heart to find out.

pairing: Taehyung x reader

genre: Idol! au, fluff, angst, eventual smut, friends to lovers, slow burn

rating: 18+

word count: 3.5k

warnings: heavy petting, fingering, some hot shower grinding

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Chapter 35: Honeymoon Phase - Part 1

For the next minute, the two of you just stood there staring at each other, trying to comprehend what was happening. There were a million thoughts running through your head, but you’d be lying if you said they were all positive. As thrilled as you were to see him standing just a few feet away from you, the suspicion welled up inside you almost immediately. You briefly tried to calculate the actual odds of your two rooms being next to each other, let alone adjoined, but you quickly abandoned that pursuit: the odds were slim, very slim.

“This can’t be a coincidence,” you finally said, giving him a dubious look.

“Our rooms being next to each other would have been one thing, but them being adjoined?” you questioned incredulously. “There’s just no way.”

His eyes searched yours as he considered your words and the situation as a whole. You knew that the hopeless romantic in him wanted to believe that it had happened by accident, that it was truly just fate, but eventually he let out a long sigh in obvious acceptance.

“You’re right,” he admitted. “This had to have been done on purpose.”

Just then something seemed to occur to him because he brought his phone back up and quickly made a call. Whoever he called answered right away and once he began explaining things you knew it must be Jimin on the line. He asked point blank if the other man had anything to do with your rooms, but it was clear from Tae’s expression that the answer was no. He thanked Jimin, said he’d let him know if we figured anything out, and then hung up shortly after.

“If it wasn’t Jimin then I honestly have no idea who else it could have been,” he said warily.

He took a step towards you as he spoke, but you instantly put up your hands and cautioned him to stop.

“What if this is some kind of trap?” you asked nervously.

“What if there are cameras in here?” you then added as the hairs on the back of your neck shot up.

“Jagi, I’m sure there aren’t any cameras,” he replied, however, even as he spoke his eyes did a quick scan of the room.

The idea that there were cameras in there was probably a bit ridiculous, but the whole situation had your anxiety through the roof and you weren’t thinking straight.

“Tae, someone knows,” you said in a hushed, shaky voice.

He knew you were right, you could see the acknowledgement of this fact written on his face clear as day. However, unlike you, he wasn’t freaking out about it. On the contrary, with each passing second he seemed to grow calmer.

“I think whoever knows is on our side,” he eventually said, giving you the smallest of smiles.

“I don’t think they’re trying to trick us,” he went on optimistically. “I think they’re trying to help us.”

As he said this he stepped forward again and this time you didn't stop him. You let him gather you in his arms, relaxing into his embrace and resting your head on his chest. What he said did make sense. If the wrong person knew about you two, they would have had you fired, not done something that would allow you to keep seeing each other and continuing hiding your relationship. It still made you feel incredibly uneasy to not know who exactly it was who knew, but you took a small amount of comfort knowing they had chosen to keep your secret.

“So, what do we do now?” you hesitantly asked after a few moments.

“I think we just make the most of it,” he replied, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “We accept their help and be happy that we can be together.”

~~~

At first you were still very much on edge, not entirely convinced that it wasn’t some kind of trap or that things weren’t going to go horribly wrong. Anytime you went into each other’s rooms, you kept waiting for someone to barge in and catch you. It took you forever to fall asleep each night because you kept imagining that you would wake up to someone looking down on the two of you snuggled together. Whenever you guys left for the day, you double and triple checked that the connecting doors were both fully locked, making Tae text you a picture of his. You even went so far as to move a chair in front of yours to make it abundantly clear that you weren’t opening it. That was probably overkill, it was rare that anyone ever came into your room on trips, but you still just didn’t want to take any chances.

After a few days, though, once nothing bad had happened and no one said anything or acted strangely towards you two, you slowly began to relax. You stopped jumping every time you heard voices in the hall and being paranoid every time someone casually asked how you slept last night. By the time you left New York halfway through the trip, you had fully accepted that whoever did this was, in fact, on your side. There was just no other explanation for why they would help you other than that they supported your relationship. And, when you two once again found yourselves in adjoining rooms in your hotel in LA, the only emotion you felt was gratitude for who Tae lovingly referred to as your guardian angel.

You were convinced it was another one of the guys, but both Tae and Jimin weren’t sure about that. They didn’t think one of them would be able to hide something like this so well or even know how to pull it off for that matter. If it wasn’t one of them, though, that meant it was another member of the staff which seemed even more unlikely. Why anyone who was subjected to the same rules as you would willingly help you break them was beyond you. You desperately wanted to know who it was, but Tae felt sure that this person would eventually reveal themselves to you and thought that, until then, you two should just play it cool.

So, that’s what you did. You played it cool, tried to relax, and let yourself be happy.

Every day there was usually only one event which took up either the morning or the evening. That left a good portion of the day free, far more time than you’d actually gotten back home. Occasionally, Tae did stuff with the guys and you went out with the other stylists so as not to draw too much attention, but mostly you hung out together in your rooms. If you had been cooped up with anyone else like that you had no doubt you would have gotten bored, bitten their head off, or lost your mind entirely, but with Tae there was never a dull moment and you truly enjoyed every second you spent with him.

You ordered room service and had yourselves little ‘dates’. Usually you were super casual and lazy and just wore pajamas, but one night you dressed up in real people clothes which was fun. Several times Tae tried to be adventurous and ordered one of the funky menu items he’d never heard of before, but each time he ended up deeming the food inedible and eating half of your meal. One morning you had breakfast in bed which was very relaxing and quite romantic until he spilled maple syrup all over the comforter. In the process of scolding him for not being more careful, you smeared strawberry jam on your favorite oversized sleep shirt. Tae keeled over with laughter, calling it poetic justice, and after that you decided strawberry jam was the devil and breakfast was probably best eaten at the table.

You read through Twitter and Weverse together to see what everyone thought of the performances they gave on all the different American TV shows. The feedback was overwhelmingly positive, especially for Tae which made you so proud. ARMY absolutely loved his performances in ‘Dynamite’. Everything about the disco pop track just suited him so well - the funky dance moves, the retro outfits, even the hilariously nonsensical, but undeniably catchy lyrics. They loved his ad libs and the unique flare he gave to each performance and also thought he was the perfect ending fairy. In ‘Life Goes On’, they praised him for his soothing, angelic voice and decided that, with each new performance, he looked more and more like a real life prince charming. The fact that he always got so shy when he saw people complimenting him was so endearing and only made you love him more.

You started binge watching K-Dramas on Netflix, your favorite one being ‘Crash Landing on You’. The storyline was simply too apropos for you not to love: a man and a woman from very different backgrounds who were not, under any circumstances, supposed to have fallen in love, but did anyway and, despite enduring many hardships, wound up together in the end. Once you finished watching the last episode, Tae declared that one day, once neither of you were under contract with Big Hit, he would write a K-Drama depicting your love story. You casually, though somewhat nervously, asked him how he thought your story would end, but he replied right away with confidence that your story would end happily ever after which brought the biggest smile to your face.

One night, while you two were in bed watching one of the episodes, you were sitting between his legs with your back resting against his chest when you felt him start softly running his hands through your hair. He did this all the time, so at first you thought nothing of it, but then his movements began to feel a little less random and a bit more intentional.

“What are you doing back there?” you asked curiously.

“Nothing,” he said all innocently. “Just watch the show, Jagi.”

You turned your attention back to the TV, but a small smile crept onto your face a minute later when you realized what he was doing.

“Tae,” you started with a laugh. “Are you doing my hair?”

“Tonight I will be the stylist noona,” he said in the most adorable voice you’d ever heard.

An enormous laugh escaped you at him referring to himself as a noona, but you settled down a moment later to let him continue working. You knew at once how he was styling your hair, the way he first parted it down the middle and then casually asked if he could borrow your two hair ties being a dead giveaway. As he was gathering up the first side, and failing miserably at getting all the strands evenly, you were trying so hard to keep it together. The other side seemed to go a bit more smoothly, though, you could instantly feel the obvious asymmetry.

Once he was finished he turned you around to admire his handiwork. He seemed rather pleased with himself, a small giggle escaping him before a massive smile spread across his face.

“Do I get to see now?” you asked with a hesitant laugh.

“Yes, my work here is complete,” he replied smugly.

You moved to get up from the bed and go to the mirror, but he snuck his arms around your waist and whined that you weren’t allowed to leave him. He then pulled out his phone, opened up the front-facing camera, and held it out in front of you both. The moment you saw yourself pop up on the screen you nearly died of laughter. The pigtails looked ridiculous. They were uneven, both in size and location; the larger one sat just above your ear and was very droopy while the smaller one was much higher up and sticking straight out. The idea of being photographed like this was mortifying, but before you could even protest he had snapped a picture. In it, you were looking forward at the camera, your eyes squinty and mouth open mid-laugh, while Tae was turned sideways, pretending to chomp on one of the pigtails.

The photo was silly and adorable and totally chaotic, the perfect encapsulation of your relationship. You loved it, absolutely loved it, especially once a certain realization hit you.

“This is the first photo we’ve ever taken together,” you said shyly.

“You’re right, it is,” he said thoughtfully as he saved the photo and put down his phone.

“I wish I could make it my background,” he then added as he began twirling your pigtails between his fingers. “Then I could look at how cute you are all the time.”

You let out a long sigh. For some reason it was things like this, the tiny gestures of affection you were denied from giving each other, that always seemed to get to you the most.

“One day, Jagi,” he promised, knowing exactly what you were feeling at that moment. “One day we won’t have to hide.”

In addition to sharing little tender moments like that, you also had your fair share of steamy ones. The very first day, once you had finally caved and let Tae come cuddle with you in your room, he had reminded you of the last time you two were together in a hotel bed. He insisted that he needed to finish what he started that day and before you knew it he rolled over on top of you, brought his thigh between your legs, and started grinding into you. This time around, he knew exactly what you liked, how fast to go, what dirty things to whisper in your ear, and it wasn’t long before he had you coming undone. You might have been embarrassed at how easily he got you off like that were it not for the fact that, when you flipped over, straddled him, and began rolling your hips, he hadn’t lasted much longer.

You two had showered together after that, having loved doing it the night before, and proceeded to do so almost every day for the rest of the trip. Sometimes you truly just cleaned each other, simply enjoying the feeling of being so close, but more often than not you ended up touching each other more intimately. The shower surprisingly brought out Tae’s duality to an extent which you had not previously seen. One second he would have you laughing hysterically after shampooing his hair and spiking it up into horns, but the next second he would have you biting back a moan after pressing you up against the wall and caressing your body with his hands and lips.

One evening as he was gently washing you, he wrapped his arms around you from behind and pulled you flush against him. You could feel every inch of him burning with desire and you had half a mind to ask him to take you right then and there. Thankfully you didn't; for starters you had no protection and also, as hot as it might be to do it in the shower, you wanted your first time together to be more special than that.

You did, however, begin slowly grinding against him, the body wash he’d just lathered you up with making your movements smooth as you slid over him. He started moving in sync with you, holding you tightly to him with one hand as he gently thrust his hips, and lowered his other hand to begin pleasuring you with the same rhythm. It was by far the most intimate experience you’d ever shared, your bodies moving together like that so sensually, and when you came together for the first time not long after, you knew with absolute certainty you were ready to give yourself to him entirely. 

What you felt in the shower he must have felt too because later that night, as you were cuddling before falling asleep, he told you that he wanted to make love to you. Turning in his arms to face him, you told him you wanted that too, more than anything. He kissed you then, slow and deep, and for a moment you thought it was going to happen right there, but then he broke the kiss and told you he wanted to wait until you got back from the trip. He said he wanted your first time together to be at home in your shared bed where he could make it romantic and memorable and not in a random hotel room on the other side of the world that you would never visit again. You couldn’t help but swoon; the fact that he also wanted your first time together to be special made you feel more ready than ever to take that step with him. You easily agreed to wait, though, the many other ways you could pleasure each other and express your love being more than enough to keep you satiated in the meantime. 

The entire trip honestly felt like a vacation of sorts to commemorate what was clearly the honeymoon phase of your relationship. The fact that you weren’t able to interact as a couple outside of the two pairs of hotel rooms you stayed in didn’t matter in the slightest. You were spending time together, getting closer, and making memories, all while continuing to successfully do your respective jobs and hide your relationship. It was obviously still less than an ideal situation, but it was infinitely more than you thought you were going to get which you were extremely grateful for.

Near the end of your second week in LA, you and Tae were both feeling significantly more optimistic about the future of your relationship and, more importantly, your ability to keep it secret. If things just stayed like this, if you two kept being careful and your guardian angel kept helping out, you were confident that you could make it work.

~~~

It was the night of the last event of the tour, and the second to last night of your trip, and you were with Tae backstage on the set of The Late Late Show with James Corden. The guys had just performed ‘Dynamite’ and ‘Life Goes On’ and were getting ready to go back out for the interview portion of the show. Tae was already changed and you were just doing a few last minute touch ups before it was time to go.

In preparation for the interview, he had memorized a bunch of things to say in English and he was practicing them in front of the mirror. You had no idea what he was saying, or if he was even saying it correctly, but every now and then he would get a little tongue-tied, his face twisting up into an adorable pout before he started over. You could tell he was nervous; he always was whenever he was about to speak English, especially if he was going to be doing it live like tonight. As you stood there watching him, mindlessly giving his hair a few last minute fluffs, you could not help but break out into a little smile.

“What?” he asked a few moments later when he finally noticed you had been watching him.

“Nothing,” you replied casually, meeting his gaze through the mirror.

“Tell me,” he said with a little whine, the pout back, this time accompanied by his puppy dog eyes.

“It’s just...you’re so cute when you’re nervous,” you said quietly, only loud enough for him to hear.

At that his face broke out into a big, silly grin. He was about to say something back when suddenly the show’s production manager entered the room and announced that it was time to head onto the set. You wished him luck and said a quick goodbye as he started walking out the door with the other guys. Just as he was out of sight, and you began packing up your things, you felt a buzz in your pocket. Pulling out your phone, you were met with a short, but sweet message.

[Taehyung 9:55 PM] You’re always cute, Jagi.

The first part of the interview went great. Namjoon did a fair amount of the talking, as expected, but James made sure to direct questions to the other guys too. They seemed to understand most of what he asked and when they didn’t Namjoon quickly translated. Tae got to speak a couple times and you instantly recognized the phrases you had heard him practicing. You couldn’t tell if he said them perfectly or not, but he said them without stumbling and gave a big smile afterwards which you took as a good sign.

The second part of the interview was a game of sorts where James would go around holding up a letter to each member and they had to say the first word that came to mind that started with it. Feeling confident enough in their English vocabulary, and knowing the romanization of many Korean words, the guys had agreed ahead of time to play with the English alphabet.

During the first round everyone got letters with pretty obvious English answers, ones that even you could give: Hobi said ‘Dynamite’ for ‘D’, Jin shouted ‘Fighting’ for ‘F’, Namjoon said ‘ARMY’ for ‘A’, Jimin said ‘Papa Mochi’ for ‘P’, Jungkook yelled ‘Rrrrrrrrap Monster’, for ‘R’, and Yoongi said ‘Grammy for ‘G’. The first letter Tae got was ‘Y’, which you decided simply couldn’t be a coincidence; he said ‘Yeontan’ right away with a shy smile and the whole audience cooed.

They went around the circle twice more shouting things out, the answers becoming a mixture of English and Korean words, most of which were BTS-related like ‘maknae’ for ‘M’, ‘EatJin’ for ‘E’ and ‘borahae’ or ‘B’. You were smiling from ear to ear by the time it was Tae’s turn for the third time, loving to see them all looking so comfortable and having fun, but the moment you saw his letter you immediately felt your heart seize and saw the last four blissful weeks flash before your eyes.

J

You recognized that letter right away and knew the exact sound it made: four of the guy’s stage names started with it. Tae could have said Jimin or Jungkook or Jin or J-Hope. He could have said James Corden or have been cheeky and said Jimmy Fallon, who’s show they had been on just two weeks prior. He also could have said any number of other things which you knew started with this letter like their songs ‘Jump’ or ‘Jamais Vu’ or his favorite food, japchae. But, he didn’t say any of those words. Instead, he said the one word he most definitely should not have said.

Jagi

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Too Good To Be True - Ch. 36 | kth (m)

Summary: Kim Taehyung is a world famous idol in the hit K-pop group, BTS, and you are his personal stylist. Per your contract with Big Hit, he is absolutely, 100% off-limits, and yet, you are completely and hopelessly in love with him. You’ve spent years trying to shove your feelings down, but it’s getting harder and harder to ignore and hide them, especially considering the way Tae always treats you. He’s affectionate and protective and sometimes outright flirtatious, but that’s how he is with everyone, right? Confused, frustrated, and lovesick, you find yourself wondering if it might finally be worth risking your career and your heart to find out.

pairing: Taehyung x reader

genre: Idol! au, fluff, angst, eventual smut, friends to lovers, slow burn

rating: 18+

word count: 2.6k

warnings: cursing

Chapter 36: Honeymoon Phase - Part 2

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Tae knew he’d made a mistake almost instantly, his smile faltering and his eyes going slightly wide as the realization hit him that he had just accidentally uttered, on live TV, a word only meant to be spoken between lovers. The other guys were clearly taken aback, some simply raising their eyebrows questioningly while others wore expressions of legitimate surprise. The few people in the audience who knew what the word meant let out a mixture of ‘awwws’ and squeals and gasps. Backstage, where you were watching along on the monitors with some of the other staff members, a wave of murmurs rippled through the group.

You stood there in stunned silence, your eyes glued to the screen as you waited with baited breath to see what happened next. For a heart stopping moment, no one said or did anything, but then suddenly Namjoon smiled and started to laugh.

“You’re not going to let me live that down, are you?” he said jokingly as he turned in his seat to face Tae.

At first, Tae just stared back at the older man blankly, but then his face broke out into a hesitant grin once he realized what Namjoon was doing.

“The other day my phone autocorrected something and I accidentally called him ‘Jagi’,” Namjoon went on embarrassedly, glancing around at the other guys as he spoke. “He swore he would never bring it up ever again, but apparently he lied.”

Whether they bought the lie or knew enough to just go along with whatever Namjoon said, you didn’t know, but the rest of the guys immediately broke out into what sounded like genuine laughter.

“I’ve been telling you guys for years that I’m hyung’s favorite,” Tae said with a smirk, now fully on board with Namjoon’s cover up.

“I thought I was hyung’s favorite,” Jungkook suddenly whined from the corner of the couch they were all sitting on.

“You’ve been replaced,” Tae said teasingly, batting his eyelashes and pouring on the charm.

“You too, Jimin,” he then added, turning to the man next to him with an adorable pout. “I apparently have a new soulmate.”

As another round of laughter broke out amongst the guys, everyone backstage joined in as well, people now fondly saying things like ‘I can’t with these boys’ and ‘Classic Bangtan’. Namjoon then turned back to James and started talking in English, no doubt to explain the situation. James immediately started laughing, as did the audience.

You, however, were not laughing. You were slowly releasing the breath you had been holding and trying not to let your heart thump right out of your chest.

Fuck we just dodged a bullet

You shuddered to think what would have happened had Namjoon not been able to think on his feet so quickly. As the leader of BTS, he was always on alert for situations like this and had, on more than one occasion, bailed Tae and the other guys out after they let something slip. The fact that he reacted immediately, and didn’t seem nearly as surprised as the other guys by what Tae had said, made sense given that he had recently asked Jimin if Tae was dating someone. The question now, though, was whether or not he knew that someone was you .

The game ended shortly thereafter which concluded their whole segment on the show. Once they said their goodbyes and the cameras stopped filming, the guys left the stage and began filing back into the prep room. They were all talking amongst themselves, Jin and Hobi still laughing about the ‘Jagi’ autocorrect incident which made you think they believed it had actually happened.

Tae came in last, a mixture of guilt and relief clearly written on his face. As he began walking over to you just like he always did after shows, you felt an unbelievable urge to throw your arms around him, to hold him tight and never let go. You almost did, almost couldn’t physically restrain yourself, but just as he was about to reach you someone suddenly spoke up behind you.

“Taehyung,” you heard Manager Sejin say sternly. “A word please.”

You felt your blood run cold as Tae walked by you, shooting you the briefest sideways glance before he followed Manager Sejin into the guys dressing room. As you watched the door close behind him you got a terrible sinking feeling in your stomach.

Maybe I spoke too soon

~~~

It was well after midnight when you finally got into your room and you still had not talked to Tae. He hadn’t come back out of the guy’s dressing room before you and the rest of the staff were told to get on the bus to head back to the hotel. You had been dying to text him all evening, but you were afraid he might still be with Manager Sejin so you hadn’t sent any messages. Hoping he would say something soon, you changed into your pajamas, got into bed, and waited.

To distract yourself from your ever growing anxiety, you opened up Twitter. There on your feed was clip after clip after clip of Tae and Namjoon’s exchange from the show along with cheeky captions such as ‘Autocorrect my ass. Namjoon is swooning like the rest of us’ and ‘Taehyung is a tease and flirt. What else is new’. ‘Jagi’ was also trending as was ‘TaeJoon’ and ‘Hyung’s Favorite’. You allowed yourself to relax ever so slightly; if ARMY, who saw and knew everything , bought Namjoon’s cover story that was definitely a good sign.

Just then, you heard a knock on the door leading to Tae’s room. Ecstatic to finally hear from him, you leapt out of bed, rushed to the door, undid it’s numerous locks, and yanked it open. In front of you stood a tall, handsome man...who was not Kim Taehyung.

“Taehyung sent me to talk to you,” Namjoon said calmly. “He’s still with Sejin and the other managers, but his phone is dead and he didn’t want you to worry.”

You stood there frozen, eyes wide, unable to form a coherent thought. Despite what he had just said, your first instinct was to shut the door and hide. You subconsciously began closing it, but Namjoon reached out and gently stopped you.

“Y/N, it’s OK,” he said, giving you a warm smile. “I know.”

There were a million questions you wanted to ask him about how and when he found out and what he planned to do about it, but right now there was only one thing that truly mattered.

“Do they know?” you asked, your voice trembling.

“No, they don’t,” Namjoon replied reassuringly.

Upon hearing his words, the vice that had been squeezing your lungs since the moment Manager Sejin called Taehyung’s name finally loosened.

“They don’t suspect he is dating you or anyone else,” he went on. “But, they are extremely upset with him for making what they think was a very reckless and inappropriate joke.”

“As I am sure you realized, ‘Jagi’ being the first word that came to mind for him is problematic if people think it's because he’s used to saying it and is therefore in a relationship,” he then continued. “The managers think it was careless and disrespectful of him to even jokingly mention it knowing how it could be taken and that it could cause a scandal for BTS and put people’s actual relationships in jeopardy.”

“They are accusing him of doing it just for attention,” he added with a grimace. “They think he did it knowing it will get ARMY riled up and talking about him.”

It made your heart hurt to think of Tae sitting in a room right now getting yelled at for something he didn’t even do, to have people that he deeply respects honestly thinking he would be so selfish.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make him look bad,” Namjoon then said sheepishly as if reading your thoughts. “It was just the first thing that I thought of and I knew I couldn’t afford to hesitate.”

“Please don’t apologize,” you said quickly. “I’m so grateful that you were there to help us.”

As you said those words, a realization suddenly washed over you and what had once just been a hunch now seemed so abundantly clear.

“I’m grateful for all of your help,” you then added quietly, gesturing around the room.

The bashful smile he now wore was all the confirmation you needed to know you were right: Namjoon was yours and Tae’s guardian angel, in more ways than one you realized.

“How did you do it?” you asked in bewilderment.

He hesitated for a moment, a tiny, mischievous smirk spreading across his face.

“Whenever we travel anywhere my room always has an adjoining one,” he admitted slowly. “So that Aera can secretly stay with me.”

Your mouth dropped open at his admission. Bringing a significant other on official BTS trips was absolutely against the rules. The fact that Namjoon, the group’s leader, was so boldly breaking them was shocking, but somehow also completely unsurprising.

“She usually doesn’t stay the whole time,” he explained. “But, she will come and visit for a few weeks at a time depending on how long we’re there.”

“She works remotely so she stays busy during the day and then we spend the evenings together,” he went on. “It’s obviously less than ideal, but it’s better than being away from each other for months at a time.”

“No one else knows about this,” he then added. “And, I mean no one.”

“How,” you began, looking at him in astonishment. “How have you managed to do this?”

“A good magician never reveals his secrets,” he said with a laugh before adding more seriously. “But, let’s just say it’s not as difficult as you think to hack into Big Hit’s management software.”

Hacking into the system of a multi-billion dollar company certainly sounded difficult, if not impossible, but, then again, Namjoon was a legitimate genius.

“Aera unfortunately wasn’t able to come this time, so I made a quick change and gave you two our rooms instead,” he then added.

For a couple seconds you just stood there looking at him, trying to summon the courage to ask the burning question.

“Why?” you then questioned hesitantly.

You got the sense that he understood the greater implication of your question. You weren’t just asking why he had given you two the adjoined rooms. You were asking why he was supporting your complicated, illegal relationship, why he thought it was worth breaking the rules and risking a scandal to help you two to be together. He was quiet for several moments, a thoughtful expression on his face as he studied you with a soft gaze, before finally giving a surprising reply.

“Aera is my rock,” he said with a tenderness that instantly melted your heart. “She is my calm in the eye of the storm and my solid ground when I’m drowning.”

“She is the reason I have made it this far with my health and sanity intact,” he added with a small laugh. “Why I didn’t give up years ago.”

“She is the inspiration for so many of the lyrics I write,” he continued, smiling fondly.

“But, most importantly, she is the reason why anything I do has any meaning at all,” he said softly, a light blush dusting his cheeks. “She is my everything.”

His words were so beautiful and moving that by the time he had finished speaking tears had pooled in your eyes. When he said his next words, though, those tears finally began to slide down your cheeks.

“You are Taehyung’s everything,” he said gently, giving you another warm smile.  

“That much has always been clear to me,” he went on. “Not just from the way he looks at you, but the way he looks for you in every crowded room. The way he talks to you and, even more so, the way he talks about you. They way he’s drawn to you and how he grows calmer and more confident in your presence. The fact that he’s truly become a better man since he met you.”

“Y/N, I have known Taehyung for almost 10 years and I have never seen him happier than he has been these last few months,” he continued, his smile growing wider as he spoke.

“I know the situation is challenging and stressful, and I’m not going to pretend like I have all the answers or know how everything will end up, but you have my word that I will do everything I can to support you two right now,” he then said finally.

You were so unbelievably touched by everything he had said that for a moment you were rendered speechless. The kindness and generosity he had shown both you and Tae was truly remarkable; you felt so honored to call such a wonderful person your friend.

“Thank you,” you finally managed to say. “From the bottom of my heart, thank you.”

“It’s my pleasure,” he replied kindly.

For the first time all night, you found yourself honestly believing that everything was going to be OK. Knowing that you and Tae had someone like this in your corner made the burden you’d been carrying for months feel so much lighter. It wasn’t easy, trying to build a life together like this, but with real support you felt like you could do it.

After taking a moment to compose yourself, you cleared your throat and spoke up again.

“Do you have any idea when Tae might be back?” you asked somewhat anxiously.

“I imagine soon,” he replied. “They were just waiting to hear back from Bang PD when I left. There was some important Big Hit meeting going on back in Seoul so he couldn’t be reached when they first called.”

As if by fate, you heard the door to Tae’s room open at that exact moment. You stepped past Namjoon into the room and the instant the door was closed, you ran to Tae, launching yourself into his open arms. Suddenly, he was hugging you so tightly you could hardly breathe, but you didn’t care. He was all you needed; he was your air.

It was only now that you were back safely in his arms that you realized just how terrified you’d been of losing him. The tears came immediately and before you knew it you were sobbing into his chest, clutching his shirt and trying to pull him impossibly close. He was crying too, just as hard as you, if not harder, as he slowly rocked you back and forth in his arms.

“I’m sorry, Jagi,” he said between muffled sobs. “I’m so sorry.”

“Baby, it’s OK,” you cried back. “It was just an accident.”

“But, everything is going to be OK,” you added gently.

When you said that, though, he only seemed to cry harder, his whole body shaking as sob after sob tore through him.

“N-No it’s not,” he said almost incoherently.

“It is,” you assured him soothingly. “We’ll be OK.”

He tried to say something else, but it was swallowed by another heartbreaking sob. It was starting to frighten you now, how inconsolable he was. You understood he felt guilty for the slip up, and was probably upset after being yelled at for several hours, but you couldn’t help worry that something else was wrong.

“Tae, what happened?” you asked shakily, pulling back to look at him.

You reached up and took his face in your hands, trying to get him to look you in the eyes, but he kept his eyes trained down on the floor.

“Tae,” you whispered, rubbing away his tears with your thumbs as the fear inside you grew. “Please talk to me.”

It took him several minutes to calm down enough so that he could speak and even then his voice still wavered and broke over every other word.

“Bang PD finally called,” he breathed out.

You felt your stomach drop at how scared he looked and sounded right now.

“He wants to meet as soon as we get back,” he then said quietly, his voice catching.

Your heart was breaking, absolutely shattering, as you waited for him to continue.

“So we can discuss the relationship I’ve clearly been hiding,” he finally whispered before another great heaving sob left him.

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Too Good To Be True - Ch. 37 | kth(m)

Summary: Kim Taehyung is a world famous idol in the hit K-pop group, BTS, and you are his personal stylist. Per your contract with Big Hit, he is absolutely, 100% off-limits, and yet, you are completely and hopelessly in love with him. You’ve spent years trying to shove your feelings down, but it’s getting harder and harder to ignore and hide them, especially considering the way Tae always treats you. He’s affectionate and protective and sometimes outright flirtatious, but that’s how he is with everyone, right? Confused, frustrated, and lovesick, you find yourself wondering if it might finally be worth risking your career and your heart to find out.

pairing: Taehyung x reader

genre: Idol! au, fluff, angst, eventual smut, friends to lovers, slow burn

rating: 18+

word count: 3.3k

warnings: fingering, oral sex (F receiving), protected sex

Chapter 37: Live In The Moment

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The relationship I’ve clearly been hiding

Tae said those words and your heart stopped. You two were so close to getting out of this mess unscathed, so close, but now here you were at the very last second getting the rug pulled out from under you. And it was devastating, the fact that you’d allowed yourself to truly believe everything would be OK making the pain infinitely worse.

Of course Bang PD had seen the truth. He was practically a second father to the guys and had probably spent more time with them than their own fathers during the last seven years. Knowing them all like the back of his hand, he told Tae that he instantly knew both he and Namjoon were lying when he watched the video. He didn't believe for a second that Tae would be selfish enough to make such a joke and recognized Namjoon’s cover up right away, having been the one to personally coach the group’s leader on how to handle those exact types of situations.

Turns out he had also noted Tae’s recent change in demeanor, suspecting a relationship might be the cause, and the ‘Jagi’ slip-up was what finally convinced him that he was right. Bang PD had thankfully given no indication that he knew who Tae was dating, but surely that would be the first question he asked when they met.

Namjoon excused himself shortly after Tae finished recounting his call with Bang PD, promising to talk through things with you two and try to come up with a plan in the morning. You had pulled yourselves together long enough to say goodbye to him, and also thank him once more for all of his generosity and support, but the moment the door closed behind him you both broke down again, even worse than before. Laying down together on Tae’s bed, you held each other and cried until there were no more tears left to cry.

Through your sobs, you tried to comfort Tae, who was beside himself with guilt over what he had done. He kept apologizing over and over again, saying he was sorry for letting you down and ruining everything and being the reason you were crying right now. Seeing him beat himself up like that broke your heart and only made you cry harder. It was just an accident, an innocent mistake, and you hated that he was blaming himself like he’d purposefully done something to hurt you.

You tried your best to convince him that it would be OK, that you could figure out a way forward, but in your heart you didn’t even believe the words you were saying. Tae was contractually obligated to disclose to Big Hit any relationships he was in for legal and security purposes. If he went into that meeting and refused to give any information about his relationship, Bang PD and the other managers would immediately start asking even more questions and looking into things more closely. After that, it would only be a matter of time before someone figured it out.

As you laid in each other’s arms that night, sleep finding neither of you, the heartbreaking truth hung between you like smog: there really was no way out of this; you were trapped and everything was surely about to come crashing down.

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Two days later you found yourself back at home, laying in bed, trying to calm your racing heart. During the plane ride home you had thought long and hard about everything and had come to an incredibly difficult decision about what needed to be done to salvage yours and Tae’s relationship and careers. Tonight, the night before his meeting with Bang PD, you were going to tell him.

You two had talked with Namjoon the day after the show back in LA, but the older man unfortunately did not have good news. Bang PD had called him earlier that morning asking what he knew and when he knew it and why he hadn’t come forward with this important information. Not wanting to say anything before speaking with you and Tae, he had simply responded by saying it was not his place to discuss Tae’s private life. The Big Hit CEO had not been happy with that response, stating it was Namjoon’s responsibility as the group’s leader to help keep everyone in line, but he eventually stopped pushing once he realized Namjoon wasn’t going to talk.

Ultimately, the best option you three came up with was for Tae to say he had ended his relationship following the incident on the show. He would claim that things had been rocky beforehand and that the stress of what had happened was just too much. In all honesty, the likelihood that they believed the relationship to truly be over was slim and, even if they did, they might still want information for legal reasons. You all knew it was a shaky plan at best, but your options were few and far between.

Later that night, as you began the long journey home, a sobering realization hit you: it wasn’t just your career that was in jeopardy anymore, Tae’s was as well now. You two had been so focused on the idea of you getting fired that you hadn’t stopped to really consider the consequences for Tae. It was unlikely he would ever get fired, he was too valuable to BTS and Big Hit for that to happen, but he could be legitimately disciplined and his reputation could be tarnished. The fact was he had broken numerous rules in his own contract over the last few months by secretly being with you and had made many people who once trusted and respected him start to question him and his morals.

As the plane hurtled through the night sky, you couldn’t stop the guilt from welling up inside you. He was breaking his contract because of you. He was in trouble with Bang PD and the other managers because of you. The whole incident on the show was your fault. You’d been flirting with him moments before he went out on stage, acting like his girlfriend instead of like his stylist. You were the reason he was distracted heading into the interview, the reason why he slipped up and said what he said in the first place.

The harsh truth that you finally came to accept somewhere over the Pacific Ocean was that what happened was precisely why the rules forbidding relationships between staff and the guys existed. Your relationship was compromising your ability to successfully do your job. Your very presence on set was a liability for Tae and BTS and Big Hit.

By the time the plane landed back in Seoul it was clear to you what needed to be done. You did your best to act normal throughout the day, citing jet lag for the quietness Tae noted, but now, on the eve of his meeting with Bang PD, you knew it was time to tell him your decision.

When he climbed into bed and settled behind you a little while later, you felt your heart constrict; the conversation you were about to have was going to be devastating for him. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you to his chest, his warm hand resting on your waist. For a few minutes neither of you spoke. You just laid there trying to gather your thoughts and your courage while he placed light kisses from your shoulder to your neck.

“Talk to me, Jagi,” he said softly. “You’ve been so quiet since we got home.”

“Please tell me what you’re thinking about,” he continued, hugging you to him more tightly.

You closed your eyes and took a deep, steadying breath before responding.

“I think I should leave Big Hit,” you said quietly.

“What?” he breathed out, his body going rigid.

“I think you should tell Bang PD the truth and I should leave and go work somewhere else,” you continued shakily. “You’re in enough trouble as it is and if you go in there and lie tomorrow things are only going to get worse for you.”

“Jagi, no. You can’t give up your job,” he said firmly. “You love what you do and you’ve worked so hard to get where you are.”

“And, if you left,” he then added, his voice now thick with emotion. “We would hardly ever see each other.”

You couldn’t stop tears from filling your eyes as he said those words because you knew he was right. Over the last month you had spent more time with him than ever before, which was amazing, but if you didn't work at Big Hit all that time spent together would have been time spent apart.

“We would still live together,” you replied, trying to convince yourself that it would be enough. “We’d still see each other at night and on the weekends.”

“What about when it gets busy and I’m not home until really late? Or when we are required to stay at the dorms for weeks at a time? What about all the weekends I’ll be away for shoots and shows?” he questioned, his voice wavering. “What about when we go on tour and I’m gone for three or four months?”

To that you had no response. You would be heartbroken to be away from him so much, to be left behind in your empty home that wouldn’t truly be home without him in it.

“Jagi, I can’t be away from you for that long,” he then said sadly. “I missed you on the plane ride home and that was only 12 hours.”

“I could try to visit you like Aera visits Namjoon,” you said weakly, knowing that likely wouldn’t even be an option for you given your career.

“But you can’t work remotely like she does,” he countered, reading your mind. “And, if you got a job with another group at one of the other management companies you would be just as busy as me.”

Again, you had no reply. Everything he said was absolutely right.

“Namjoon-hyung and Aera are somehow making it work, but for everyone else it’s a constant struggle being away from their partners,” he then said solemnly. “Jimin is a wreck every time he leaves his girlfriend. Jungkook has been broken up with more times than I can count because they can’t take the schedule. Jin-hyung and his fiancée almost called off their engagement after our last tour. Yoongi-hyung has given up on dating entirely.”

Upon hearing those words, the first few tears trickled down your cheeks. You knew things were tough for the guys, but you didn’t know they were that tough. Hearing about their struggles broke your heart and made you realize just how lucky you and Tae were to have been able to spend so much time together over the last few years, first as friends and now as lovers. It truly was the perfect situation, if only you could have kept it hidden.

“I want to be with you always, Jagi,” he then said softly before pressing a tender kiss to your shoulder. “I want to spend time with you every day at work, talking and laughing and driving Mrs. Choi crazy. I want to have you with me when we’re away for shoots and shows and tours, to travel the world with you and share all those experiences together. I want to fall asleep with you in my arms every night and have you be the first thing I see every morning. I want to kiss you and be close to you and show you how much I love you every day. I want to take care of you and make sure you’re safe and healthy and happy, but I can’t do any of those things if I’m not with you.”

You turned in his arms to face him, your heart so unbelievably full after hearing his beautiful words. You wanted all those things too, more than anything.

“Please don’t leave me, Jagi,” he whispered. “I can’t lose you now.”

“I promise I’ll do whatever it takes to keep us together,” he added as he brought a hand up to cup your cheek.

You knew without question that he meant those words with all his heart. It scared you a little, the idea that he might do something risky, something that would get him in even more trouble, to keep that promise, but mostly it made you love him, more deeply than ever before in your entire life.

You had thought that by leaving Big Hit you could protect him and save him from more future heartbreak, but you realized now you would only be hurting both him and yourself. There was still a small chance that things could work out and if he was brave enough to take the risk then you would be too. You knew things were likely going to come crashing down eventually anyway, whether it was tomorrow, next month, or next year, but until they did you were going to live in the moment and cherish every second you got to spend with him.

“I’m not going anywhere, baby” you promised, turning your head to gently kiss the palm of his hand. “After waiting three years to be with you I don’t want to be without you ever again.”

“You are my everything,” you then confessed. “You are the most important thing in the world to me, what I think about every morning when I wake up and every night when I fall asleep. You are truly the most wonderful person I’ve ever met in my entire life and I am grateful every day that I get to be with you and have your love. No matter what happens tomorrow, no matter how complicated or difficult things get, I’m never going to leave you.”

The second you stopped speaking, he crashed his lips onto yours as he pulled you flush against him, instantly molding his body into yours. So much was said in the passionate kiss you shared, a declaration of love, a promise to fight for your relationship and not to give up on each other, and you suddenly felt yourself overcome with both affection and desire. As he released your lips, and instead began trailing kisses down your neck, you knew without question what you wanted in that moment. You wanted him, all of him, and you wanted him to have all of you in return.

“Make love to me,” you whispered in his ear.

He immediately pulled back to look at you, a look of surprise, but unmistakable desire, written on his face.

“Right now, Jagi?” he asked breathlessly, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation.

You knew at once the greater meaning of his question: right now, when everything is uncertain and possibly falling apart, when our secret and the future of our relationship hangs by a thread?

“Right now,” you replied softly as you cupped his face with your hands. “I don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow, but I know that I love you and I don’t want to wait any longer to be with you.”

He leaned over and gave you a slow, sweet kiss before breaking away and leaning his forehead against yours.

“I don’t want to wait anymore either,” he then said tenderly as he reached up and took both your hands in his. “I love you so much, Jagi. More than I can put into words.”

“Then don’t use words,” you said before placing a light kiss on his cheek. “Show me.”

And so he did. You went slowly, savoring every moment as you bared yourselves and explored each other, as if for the very first time, with your hands and your lips. He pleasured you first with his fingers, the promises he whispered in your ear having you falling apart faster than ever before knowing that he was finally going to deliver on them. Moments later his head was between your legs and, despite your whimpers that it was too soon, within minutes he had you coming undone on his tongue too. You tried to reciprocate, but he gently stopped you, saying with utter sincerity that he couldn’t wait any longer to be with you.

Before you knew it, he was above you, settled between your legs, the ripped foil packet haphazardly discarded on the floor. He supported his weight on one elbow, his hand coming up to cradle your head as you wrapped an arm around his back. He took your other hand in his, carefully intertwining your fingers before resting them against the bed next to you. He asked if you were ready and when you said you were, and that you loved him, he said he loved you too and then connected your bodies in the most intimate of ways.

He entered you slowly, his eyes never once leaving yours as you both cherished the moment you gave yourselves to each other fully. The mixture of pleasure and slight discomfort had you gasping as your grip on his hand tightened. He caressed your cheek in response and whispered soothing, loving words to you. Once he was deep inside you, he stopped to make sure you were OK, the adoration and concern that colored his face melting your heart. You said you were, connecting your lips with his in a deep, sensual kiss to let him know you meant it, and a moment later he began making love to you.

The room was soon filled with the sounds of your joint pleasure: breathy curses, moans of his name and groans of yours, the erotic sound of your bodies colliding. He was slow and gentle at first, but you soon begged for more and he gave it to you. Over and over, he gave it to you, faster and harder as the last ounce of his restraint dissolved. With every thrust, the words that tumbled from his lips grew more passionate as he began losing himself: you felt so incredible, so tight and wet and soft; you were his, his perfect, beautiful Jagi, and you always would be; but, above all else, he loved you, he loved you so much.

The pleasure was overwhelming, far more intense than you had ever experienced before, and you knew it was because this was truly the first time you were making love rather than just having sex. Every snap of his hips had you in ecstasy and before long you were on the edge, desperate for release. When he reached down between your bodies to use his long, sinful fingers and told you to come for him, you did, writhing beneath him for the third time that evening. Overcome by the feeling of you coming undone around him, he reached his own peak seconds later, his deep groans and curses mingling with the cries that left your lips. He slowed his pace and gently worked you both through it, prolonging the pleasure of your first blissful experience together.

After removing himself, he collapsed beside you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. For a few minutes you both just laid there panting, slowly coming down from your highs. Once you’d caught your breath, he leaned over and gave you the sweetest kiss, one you couldn’t help but smile into. When he pulled back, he told you that he wanted to spend the rest of his life loving you and making love to you. Blushing wildly, your heart beating erratically with unbridled joy, you told him nothing would make you happier.

Later on, as you were drifting off to sleep, his arms holding you to him tightly and protectively, you felt safe and loved and content, ready to face whatever tomorrow might bring.

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Too Good To Be True - Ch. 38 | kth(m)

Summary: Kim Taehyung is a world famous idol in the hit K-pop group, BTS, and you are his personal stylist. Per your contract with Big Hit, he is absolutely, 100% off-limits, and yet, you are completely and hopelessly in love with him. You’ve spent years trying to shove your feelings down, but it’s getting harder and harder to ignore and hide them, especially considering the way Tae always treats you. He’s affectionate and protective and sometimes outright flirtatious, but that’s how he is with everyone, right? Confused, frustrated, and lovesick, you find yourself wondering if it might finally be worth risking your career and your heart to find out.

pairing: Taehyung x reader

genre: Idol! au, fluff, angst, eventual smut, friends to lovers, slow burn

rating: 18+

word count: 2.9k

warnings: none

Chapter 38: House Of Cards

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Less than 24 hours later you found yourself back on the bed in yours and Tae’s bedroom, only this time you weren’t there with him sharing an incredible, intimate experience. You were sitting there alone, nervously waiting for a knock on the door indicating it was time for you to reveal yourself to the guests that he was talking to in the living room. Tannie was in your lap, having been dropped off at the apartment earlier in the evening by Jimin’s girlfriend who had watched him while you two were away. You were clutching him to you, more tightly than he probably wanted, to be honest, but you couldn’t help it. Your anxiety was through the roof.

You thought you had prepared yourself for every possible outcome of Tae and Bang PD’s meeting, but you were wrong. So very wrong. This was not something you imagined, was not something you could have imagined even in your wildest dreams, but somehow it was now your reality. To be honest, a drastic measure like this was exactly what you were afraid of when Tae said he would do whatever it took to keep you two together. As you sat there, your heart racing and threatening to jump out of your chest, you thought back through everything that had happened earlier in the day leading up to this fateful moment.

Tae making love to you again just after you both woke up, how one second you were cuddling, whispering sweet nothings to one another between lingering kisses, and the next your clothes were strewn across the bed and your bodies were moving together in a slow, sensual rhythm.

Kissing him goodbye in front of the apartment door before you left for work, how you’d held onto each other so tightly, your lips moving languidly against one another’s, neither one of you wanting to let go.

The pit that formed in your stomach the moment you walked through the door at Big Hit and how it only continued to grow throughout the day as the time for Tae’s meeting with Bang PD drew nearer.

Receiving a final ‘I love you’ text from him just moments before he stepped into Bang PD’s office and then immediately rushing to the bathroom where you completely broke down.

Mrs. Choi taking one look at your puffy, tear-stained face once you returned to the studio and gently, almost knowingly suggesting that you take the rest of the day off.

Getting home and throwing on Tae’s grey sweatshirt, curling up on the couch with Tanju and a glass of wine, and then putting on the first episode of ‘Crash Landed on You’.

Hearing the apartment door open sometime later, how your stomach instantly dropped knowing that him not texting you as soon as he got out of the meeting was not a good sign.

The look on his face as he entered the room, the way he slowly came and sat down next to you without looking you in the eye, and the words he then nervously spoke.

Jagi, I-I found a way to keep our secret.

But before I tell you, I need you to know that I did it for you, for us.

And that I love you and only you.

Just then, the sound of three gentle knocks pulled you from your thoughts.

“Jagi?” you heard Tae’s muffled voice through the door. “Can you come out now?”

This is it, you thought to yourself. Once you walked through that door there would be no turning back. If you were being completely honest with yourself, you still weren’t 100% on board with this plan, but at this point you had no choice but to go along with it. Tae had made a decision for the two of you, one he felt was right in the moment, and you were trying your best to trust him and his judgement.

After giving Tannie one final squeeze and a kiss on the nose, you got up from the bed and slowly made your way over to the door. With a trembling hand you opened it to find Tae looking at you lovingly with a hesitant smile on his face. Taking a deep breath, you took his outstretched hand in yours, stepped through the doorway, and took in the sight before you.

Sitting on one end of the couch in front of you was Namjoon who was giving you a warm, encouraging smile. On the other end of that couch, sipping wine from one of your mother’s crystal wine glasses that you had brought over from your apartment, was the person who now held the fate of your relationship in the palm of their hand:

Jisoo

For a few seconds no one said anything as you and Jisoo simply stared at each other. She honestly didn’t look all that surprised to see you and you couldn’t decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Her initial expression was cold and piercing, and for the briefest of moments you saw something dark flash across her face, but then it was gone and suddenly she was smiling brightly at you.

“Jisoo,” Tae said tentatively to break the silence. “I assume you now understand why I couldn’t tell Bang PD who I’m dating.”

“And, why I lied and said I was dating you,” he then added slowly as he turned to face her.

When Tae first told you of his plan to fake date Jisoo as a cover up, you immediately broke down in tears. Even though he had prefaced it by saying he did it for you and that he loved you and only you, and even though you wholeheartedly believed his words, it still just felt like such a slap in the face. She had caused you both so much pain over the summer, but had been particularly awful to you which Tae was well aware of. The idea of involving her in this and giving her the power to cause more pain and possibly ruin your relationship entirely was downright terrifying. However, as Tae explained the details of his conversation with Bang PD, and the reasoning behind his decision, you slowly came to realize that it truly might have been the best option given the circumstances.

It turned out that Bang PD was far more upset about Tae’s secret and contract-breaching relationship than he had let on over the phone. He was definitely angry, and also a bit disappointed, but mostly he was just hurt. The idea that Tae didn’t feel comfortable sharing this important aspect of his life with management and the rest of the BTS team bothered Bang PD greatly and made him worry that Tae had kept it a secret out of fear of judgement or retribution. When he said that, Tae got just the slightest sense that the Big Hit CEO thought Tae’s relationship might not be with a woman. The fact that Bang PD also mentioned several times that Tae would always be loved and protected by his Big Hit family no matter what only furthered that suspicion.

Feeling extremely guilty for the pain his secrecy had caused Bang PD, not to mention rather stressed to learn it might have caused legitimate confusion regarding his sexual preference, Tae realized that denying everything and providing no answers would only make things worse. With a heavy heart, he finally admitted that he did, in fact, have a girlfriend. He was about to explain how they were planning on going their separate ways due to all the drama, a story which he still worried wouldn’t be believed, but then Bang PD asked him directly if Jisoo was who he was dating. In a split second decision, thinking it might be the only way out of the now incredibly complex situation, Tae said yes.

As much as he hated to admit it, ‘dating’ Jisoo was the perfect cover story. Making up a completely fake girlfriend or pretending to date anyone else would never have worked because Big Hit would have asked for all of their personal information and then tried to check-in on them like everyone else’s partners. Since Jisoo worked at Big Hit, all the legal and security stuff was already taken care of; she had already signed all the necessary nondisclosure agreements and was also already monitored by the security team. Also, the fact that dating between idols was frowned upon, but not actually illegal, made for a great excuse as to why they’d kept their ‘relationship’ a secret.

Tae knew that involving Jisoo like this would be risky, not to mention incredibly unpleasant, but he felt there was enough incentive for her to go along with it. For starters, ‘dating’ Tae, even if only in the Big Hit circle and not publicly, still gave Jisoo a massive image boost. For someone as egotistical and obsessed with fame as her, it would be hard not to take advantage of that opportunity. On top of that was the fact that Tae had chosen to stay quiet about her indiscretions during the production of ‘Sweet Night’. Although he certainly wasn’t going to stoop to the level of full on blackmail, he wasn’t above gently reminding her that she did still owe him for that.

Before Bang PD could ask any more questions, Tae insisted that they wait until Jisoo could be present before discussing things further. Bang PD agreed and asked that Tae contact him to schedule another meeting after talking to her. Before leaving Big Hit, Tae texted her asking if she could stop by his apartment that evening to talk. He didn’t give any further details, but she immediately accepted his invitation. When he told you that, you couldn’t help but wonder if she thought he was asking her over for some kind of hookup, a thought which made you queasy.

On his way home Tae called Namjoon and explained the whole story. The older man’s reaction was apparently a mixture of pride and frustration: pride because Tae had thought on his feet so quickly in a difficult situation, but frustration because the decision he made complicated things significantly. That and he also personally disliked Jisoo and was not looking forward to having her around more. He did think the plan could work, though, and agreed to come over at the same time as Jisoo to help facilitate the discussion and come up with an arrangement that everyone was OK with.

It was comforting to know that Namjoon, your guardian angel, would be there to help you two navigate this tricky situation, but even still you were incredibly anxious about the plan. Knowing that the future of your relationship, as well as your career, was now entirely dependent on a woman you were pretty sure hated you was unbelievably nerve wracking. After everything she had done to both you and Tae, it was just so hard to believe that she would be willing to help, let alone that she could be trusted. But, this was the gamble Tae had taken and now all you could do was hope and pray that it paid off.

Prior to you entering the living room, Tae had explained as much of the situation to Jisoo as possible without revealing that you were his girlfriend. He also apologized for getting her involved without her permission and gave her the opportunity to walk away, stating that he would call Bang PD immediately and say he lied. She agreed to the plan without hesitation, though, which is when Tae came and got you.

Upon realizing that you were the woman she would be covering for, you half expected her to change her mind and leave or worse, hurl some awful insults at you and then leave, so the fact that she was still here, smiling at you no less, was surprising to say the least.

“I had a feeling it might be you,” she said sweetly with a little giggle. “Tae was always stealing glances at you when I visited the studio.”

Completely taken aback by her admission and truly at a loss for words, you simply gave her a small, hesitant smile in return. Tae led you over to the opposite couch where he took a seat and then pulled you down right beside him. He let go of your hand to put his arm around you, but immediately reached over and took it with his opposite one, carefully lacing your fingers together. It felt strange to be openly showing affection in front of Jisoo of all people, but if she found it as disconcerting as you did she didn’t let it show.

“You wrote ‘Sweet Night’ for her, right?” she then asked Tae, looking over at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Yea, I did,” he said shyly, turning and giving you an adorable little grin.

In her eyes you saw the briefest flicker of distaste, but in an instant it was gone and she was back giving you and Tae big heart eyes.

“You guys are so cute together,” she cooed excitedly.

“I’m happy to help in any way I can,” she then added with a smile. “Just tell me what I need to do.”

With that, you four began going over the specifics of how everything would work. Namjoon led a majority of the discussion which both you and Tae were extremely grateful for. Given that he was a natural leader who effortlessly commanded respect, just having him there made the whole thing seem less like some hairbrained scheme and more like a legitimate business arrangement. You could tell that Jisoo was slightly intimidated by him, especially when he mentioned that, by committing to this plan, she was agreeing to protect not only yours and Tae's relationship, but the reputation and security of BTS as a whole.

As the meeting went on, Jisoo continued to surprise you with her behavior. You kept waiting for her mean, bitter side to come out like it usually did whenever she interacted with you, but it never made an appearance. Instead, she remained kind and polite, almost friendly, the entire time. She kept smiling at you and commenting on how perfect you two were together and how sweet your love story was.

What surprised you the most was how willing she was to abide by the loose ‘terms’ Namjoon outlined. She and Tae would be ‘together’ for at least a month at which point they would reevaluate the situation. If it seemed like Bang PD and everyone else had legitimately bought their story, they would then amicably part ways. While they were ‘dating’, they would spend time together while at Big Hit. They would have lunch together at the café downstairs a few times a week and would visit each other’s studios. As far as PDA was concerned, they would hold hands, hug, and give the occasional kiss on the cheek, but nothing more. Jisoo actually spoke directly to you when she said that she promised to always be respectful of your actual relationship when they were showing ‘affection’.

The complete 180 that she had made from her previous disposition towards you had your head absolutely spinning. It was confusing and honestly unsettling to see her acting like this. As much as you disliked her before, her cruel and manipulative behavior at least made sense in a strange sort of way. In the past, it was fairly obvious that she was trying to sabotage your relationship with Tae in an attempt to be with him herself. Now, though, her intentions were much harder to decipher.

She was being so understanding and supportive and sounded so sincere when she said she just wanted to help. Part of you, the part that was still hoping for a miracle to get you and Tae out of the mess with Bang PD, wanted to believe her. You wanted to believe that she had accepted you were with him and had put her previous resentment and pettiness aside. At the very least, you wanted to believe that she was being nice simply so she could enjoy the social benefit of temporarily ‘dating’ Tae.

But, another part of you, the part that kept having flashbacks to the elevator and the Instagram post of the strawberries, was incredibly wary of her new persona. Despite everything she was saying, you simply could not shake the thought that she had ulterior motives, ones that were far less wholesome than those she had given. Jisoo was perceptive, cunning, and ruthless; over the summer she had identified your insecurities with ease and then used them against you to make you doubt yourself and your relationship with Tae. Trusting her would be giving her so much power and would make you more vulnerable than ever to the psychological warfare she was so fond of waging.

By the time the meeting ended, you found yourself honestly wishing that selfish, bitchy Jisoo had shown up tonight. She would have been miserable, no doubt, but at least you would have known what to expect and how to handle yourself. This Jisoo, the one who smiled at you all night and gave you a hug before leaving the apartment, had you completely thrown off guard and more anxious than ever before about the whole plan.

As you watched Tae walk her out, an overwhelming sense of dread settled in the pit of your stomach. Your secret relationship had always felt like a house of cards on the edge of collapse, but with Jisoo in the mix, destruction and ruin seemed more inevitable than ever before.

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Too Good To Be True - Ch. 39 | kth(m)

Summary: Kim Taehyung is a world famous idol in the hit K-pop group, BTS, and you are his personal stylist. Per your contract with Big Hit, he is absolutely, 100% off-limits, and yet, you are completely and hopelessly in love with him. You’ve spent years trying to shove your feelings down, but it’s getting harder and harder to ignore and hide them, especially considering the way Tae always treats you. He’s affectionate and protective and sometimes outright flirtatious, but that’s how he is with everyone, right? Confused, frustrated, and lovesick, you find yourself wondering if it might finally be worth risking your career and your heart to find out.

pairing: Taehyung x reader

genre: Idol! au, fluff, angst, eventual smut, friends to lovers, slow burn

rating: 18+

word count: 3.2k

warnings: discussions of infidelity, implied smut, anxiety

Chapter 39: Unfounded Fears

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You had driven halfway home before you realized you forgot your phone in the studio. Your first thought was to call Tae and ask him to grab it on his way out after rehearsal, but two seconds later you realized you couldn’t call him without your phone. With a curse and groan, you pulled into a nearby gas station, turned around, and headed back to Big Hit.

Fifteen minutes later you were back in the building, walking through the halls that seemed somewhat eerie with almost everyone gone for the night. As you approached the studio, you thought you heard muffled sounds coming from inside which was strange given that it was after hours. Turning the corner into the room, you stopped dead in your tracks as you took in the horrifying sight before you:

Tae in his chair with Jisoo on his lap straddling him, their lips pressed together.

You stood there frozen to the spot, your heart in your throat, as you watched them devour each other. Their kisses were deep and desperate and messy as their hands roamed freely over each other. Oblivious to your presence, they continued for several more minutes before they finally broke apart, but even then they did not notice you.

“Where’s Y/N?” Jisoo asked, panting slightly as she ran her fingers through his hair.

“At home waiting for me,” Tae said back breathlessly. “I told her rehearsal would be going late tonight.”

“That way she won’t be suspicious when I come home all sweaty,” he added with a mischievous smirk.

“All sweaty, huh?” she questioned coyly. “I wonder how that might happen.”

“You know how,” he said in a deep, sultry voice as he began kissing all over her neck and chest.

The sounds of her breathy moans pierced right through your heart, sucking out every last ounce of joy that had once been held there. You wanted to run away or cover your ears or scream so loud it would drown out her voice, anything to end the torture of hearing him pleasure her, but you were absolutely paralyzed.

“When are you going to leave her?” Jisoo then asked as she rolled her hips, causing him to let out a low groan.

“Soon, Jagi,” he cooed, his voice sickly sweet. “I promise.”

“Then you’ll have me all to yourself,” he added, his voice dropping as he grabbed her hips and began roughly grinding her back and forth over himself.

“Fuck,” she suddenly cried out. “That feels good.”

“I can make it feel even better, but you’re going to have to beg,” he said smugly.

It was at that moment that Tae finally looked up into the mirror and saw you watching them, tears silently streaming down your face. He didn’t bat an eye, just stared at you with a hard expression as he continued grinding Jisoo against him. In his cold, dark gaze you saw absolutely no trace of the man you fell in love with, the man you gave yourself to and thought you would spend the rest of your life with. His eyes remained locked on yours like that for a solid minute, your heart shattering a little more with each passing second, until his lips eventually curled up into a smirk.

“You should leave,” was all he finally said.

And so you did, backing away slowly, still unable to tear your gaze from the heartbreaking scene before you, as you wondered when exactly you lost his love and if you ever really had it in the first place…

~~~

You woke with a start to the sound of Tae’s voice and the feeling of his hand gently caressing your cheek.

“Jagi,” he whispered softly. “Jagi, wake up.”

Slowly opening your eyes, you found him lying next to you, his expression one of deep concern. For a moment you just stared at him, trying to blink away the sleep from your eyes. When you felt his thumb brushing away the tears that you just realized were sliding down your cheeks, you furrowed your brow at him in sleepy confusion.

“You were crying in your sleep,” he said, now sounding incredibly worried. “You were crying and saying my name.”

At his words, a flood of memories came rushing back to you as you suddenly remembered exactly why you were crying:

The dream.

The nightmare.

The awful, wretched nightmare where Tae cheated on you with Jisoo.

Despite realizing that it hadn’t actually happened, an overwhelming sadness still welled up inside you and before you knew it a great heaving sob was tearing through you.

This was one of the most vivid and realistic dreams you’d ever had in your entire life. You hadn’t had one that felt this real since your mom died. Back then, you would often dream she was still alive. The dreams would feel so real that for the first few moments after you woke up you would be blissfully unaware that she was actually gone. Reality would always come crashing back down, though, leaving you completely devastated each and every time. Your therapist had told you that dreaming so vividly like that wasn’t uncommon for someone who had experienced a trauma or was dealing with extreme anxiety.

And extreme anxiety is exactly what you had been feeling all night.

Your unease stemmed from the fact that you and Tae had not had a chance to really talk things over after the meeting last night. Jisoo and Namjoon were there until rather late and as soon as they left Tae called Bang PD to set up the meeting with him and Jisoo the next day. While he was on the phone you received a call of your own from your father who you realized you had yet to call since returning home from America. You ended up talking to him for a while, much longer than you originally intended to, and after finally hanging up with him you walked back into the bedroom to find Tae already passed out.

He’d changed into pajamas, but was still on top of the covers, a sign that he had clearly been waiting for you which was sweet. Knowing he’d had a long and exhausting day, you decided not to wake him up and instead just tucked him in with a spare blanket. As you climbed into bed next to him a short while later, you lamented the fact that you wouldn’t get to feel his arms around you. Not thirty minutes later, though, he stirred in his sleep, reaching out haplessly until he eventually grasped you and molded himself around you through your blanket. It was adorable, but you soon found that not even his warm embrace was enough to quell your unrest.

While Tae slept peacefully, you were up until well past midnight replaying the events from the evening over and over again, dissecting every little detail and trying to make sense of it all. A seemingly infinite number of doubts and fears tore through your mind, most of which involved Jisoo betraying you in some sort of way. No matter how hard you tried to calmly and rationally reason them away, they simply would not let up.

As the night wore on and you felt the darkness of the room closing in around you, your worries grew more and more irrational until finally the worst thought of all invaded your mind: Tae leaving you for Jisoo. You knew this fear was not at all rooted in reality, and was merely the byproduct of your overwhelming anxiety, but it terrified you nonetheless. Just thinking about it was enough to bring tears to your eyes and you soon found yourself muffling quiet sobs into your pillow, trying desperately not to wake up Tae.

Eventually, sometime around 2:00 AM, your emotionally and physically exhausted body begged for sleep. It found you, but the turmoil that plagued your waking thoughts obviously seeped into your subconscious, the result of which was your awful, wretched nightmare.

“Jagi, what’s wrong?” Tae asked worriedly as he climbed under the covers and pulled your trembling body to his chest.

“I-I had a bad dream,” you whispered, still hiccupping slightly through your tears. “A very bad dream.”

Upon hearing your words, he seemed to relax slightly, his hold on you loosening a bit so he could pull back to look at you.

“What did you dream about that made you so upset?” he asked gently, tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear as he spoke.

You didn’t want to tell him. You felt sick just thinking about the things that happened in the dream and couldn’t even imagine how devastated he would be if you told him. Yes, it was only a dream, but it was still something your subconscious had come up with and for that you felt unbelievably guilty.

“I don’t think you want to know,” you said hesitantly as you looked down.

“Jagi, if it made you this upset I don’t just want to know, I need to know,” he said seriously, lifting your chin up so your gaze met his.

“It’s going to make you sad,” you whispered.

“I still need to know,” he whispered back.

Realizing he wasn’t going to let it go, you closed your eyes and took a slow, deep breath before revealing the full extent of last night’s anxiety attack.

“You were with Jisoo,” you began, trying your best to stay calm. “You lied to me about rehearsal going late, but really you were with her in the studio.”

“I walked in and she was sitting on your lap and you were kissing and touching and clearly about to do a lot more,” you added, your voice now beginning to shake.

“When you saw that I was there you didn’t stop,” you said finally as fresh tears pooled in your eyes. “You just told me to leave.”

A beat of silence passed as your words washed over him, his face instantly falling as the realization hit him.

“You dreamed that I cheated on you, Jagi?” he asked quietly, the hurt in his voice unmistakable.

When you nodded your head in reply, you felt his hold on you tighten as he pressed his lips to your temple. For a few moments he didn’t say anything else, but you could tell just from the way he was breathing that he was upset and trying to keep it together.

“I’m so sorry,” he finally said, sounding so guilty and so completely broken. “It’s my fault that you’re upset and feeling anxious and having doubts.”

“Doubts about us, about me,” he then added, his voice breaking at the end.

Your heart clenched. This was exactly why you didn't want to tell him about your dream.

“Baby, I’m not having doubts about you,” you said quickly as you started to cry again.

“I trust you completely,” you continued, cupping his cheek as you spoke. “I know you would never do that to me.”

“I’m just scared of trusting Jisoo,” you finally admitted with a sob. “I know she was being all nice and supportive, but I’m still so afraid that she’s going to hurt us.”

“I’m nervous about trusting her too,” he said guiltily. “She seemed almost too willing to help us.”

Hearing Tae confirm your suspicions about her was oddly comforting. Part of why you felt so stressed last night was because you thought you were the only one who found the meeting unsettling. While Tae and Namjoon were acting all calm and collected, you were having an internal panic attack that you prayed wasn’t outwardly on display. You worried that you were just crazy and paranoid, that your insecurities were clouding your judgement and causing you to read into things too closely. Knowing that Tae also sensed things were off made you feel infinitely better because it meant you were on the same page. The only way you were going to make it through the next month was if things stayed that way, if you had each other’s backs and worked together as a team.

“I promise it’s going to be OK, though,” Tae then assured you, stroking your hair soothingly. “I’m not going to let her hurt you.”

“I’ll never let anyone hurt you, Jagi,” he vowed. “I’ll always take care of you and keep you safe.”

He sealed his promise with a kiss, one that was sad and sweet, full of undeniable guilt, but also so much love. He kept kissing you like that, tenderly and longingly, until your tears finally stopped and you relaxed into his embrace, utterly spent from the emotional toll the long night had taken on you. After releasing your lips, he snuggled you against his chest, whispering soft words of comfort and promises of love between tender kisses to your neck and shoulder.

“There’s something I want to give you,” he said a little while later, once you had fully calmed down and were resting peacefully in his arms.

“You wait here, OK?” he then added, giving you a quick kiss before gently extracting himself and climbing out of bed.

As you watched him walk out of the room, wondering what he could possibly have left to give to you after he’d already given you so much, you felt a pang of guilt ripple through you. You should never have told him about your dream. Even though he told you that he wanted to know, that he needed to know, you should have realized that sharing it with him would do more harm than good. All it did was make him think you legitimately questioned his commitment to you and your relationship which honestly couldn’t have been further from the truth.

While he was asking a lot of you with this plan, you realized he was asking even more of himself. He was agreeing to spend time with someone he did not respect, someone who had deeply wronged him in the past, all while having to pretend not only to like them, but potentially love them. Knowing how meaningful intimacy was to him, you knew that having to show affection towards her, even in the most innocent of ways, would still likely make him very uncomfortable.

Being with her also meant risking and damaging his reputation within the Big Hit community. Unsurprisingly, most people were not big fans of Jisoo due to her selfish and abrasive behavior. People would no doubt be surprised to discover Tae was dating her and might also be somewhat disappointed in him. Just like after the interview, it made you feel incredibly sad and also guilty to think of people judging him for something he didn’t actually do.

The simple truth was that he was doing all this for you, to keep you safe and healthy and happy, just like he always promised. You realized that the best thing you could do moving forward was to not unload more of your unfounded fears upon him and instead just be supportive. So many times you had let your emotions get the best of you and then acted rashly in response, jeopardizing your relationship with him in the process. The last thing you wanted was to repeat those mistakes and hurt him yet again.

While you were sitting there in bed contemplating all of this, you suddenly heard the sound of two distinct sets of footsteps outside the bedroom door.

“Tannie, bring this to Mommy,” you heard Tae whisper as the door slowly opened.

At the sound of Tae calling you Tannie’s ‘Mommy’, all previous thoughts of Jisoo and the plan and your worries instantly flew from your mind. You absolutely loved the way that word sounded rolling off his tongue and you couldn’t stop yourself from imagining him saying it in a different, even more meaningful context.

Before you could get too ahead of yourself with those thoughts, Tannie came bounding into the room, jumped up onto the bed, and then settled on your lap. There, attached to his collar was a little velvet drawstring bag. After removing it from his collar, you opened it up and gently turned it upside down, letting the contents fall out into the palm of your hand.

It was a ring, a stunning thin silver band with tiny diamonds wrapping all the way around - tiny, purple diamonds. As you gazed at it in wonder, you quickly realized that the diamonds were not just any shade of purple. They were a beautiful orchid, a color that you knew was incredibly rare and no doubt very expensive for a diamond, the same exact shade as a certain special piece of jewelry you often found yourself daydreaming about.

Tae’s purple ring

“It’s a couple’s ring,” he said from the doorway. “I know they’re usually given after you’ve been together for 100 days, but I just couldn’t wait any longer.”

“It’s meant for your index finger since your ring finger would have been too obvious,” he went on as he walked over to the bed and sat down beside you. “I sized it based on that one ring of your mom’s that you always wear.”

“I have one too,” he then continued, holding up his hand to display a new thick gold band on his own index finger. “It doesn’t actually look anything like yours, again for obvious reasons, but we’ll know that they go together so that’s all that matters.”

For a moment you were utterly speechless. You knew without question that it was not a coincidence that this ring matched the one he wore around his neck and the knowledge of that fact was overwhelming in the best way possible. The statement he was making by giving it to you was clear as day and had you falling impossibly deeper in love with him.

“Baby, it’s absolutely beautiful,” you said breathlessly as he gently took the ring from you and slipped it onto your finger. “Thank you so much.”

You then crawled out from under the covers and climbed onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck as he automatically snuck his around your waist. He was sporting the biggest, brightest smile, one you found yourself instantly mimicking due to the abundance of love and joy that was blooming in your chest.

“You’re beautiful,” he said shyly as he pulled you closer and brought his lips to yours for a slow, sweet kiss.

“I love you, Jagi,” he then said softly after breaking away and looking deeply into your eyes. “I know things are difficult right now, but if you’re ever feeling anxious or scared or are having doubts about anything I want you to look down at this ring and remember that I will always love you.”

At his words, happy tears instantly pooled at the corners of your eyes. He always knew just what you needed, always knew just what to say to reassure you that everything was truly going to be OK. 

“I’ll always love you, too,” you said quietly, as you pressed your lips against his once more and took his hand, intertwining your fingers and bringing together the two rings you now wore to symbolize your commitment to one another.

In that moment you knew that all you needed to do was trust in him and the love you had for one another. If you did that, no matter what anyone else did or said, you two would surely be OK.

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Too Good To Be True - Ch. 40 | kth(m)

Summary: Kim Taehyung is a world famous idol in the hit K-pop group, BTS, and you are his personal stylist. Per your contract with Big Hit, he is absolutely, 100% off-limits, and yet, you are completely and hopelessly in love with him. You’ve spent years trying to shove your feelings down, but it’s getting harder and harder to ignore and hide them, especially considering the way Tae always treats you. He’s affectionate and protective and sometimes outright flirtatious, but that’s how he is with everyone, right? Confused, frustrated, and lovesick, you find yourself wondering if it might finally be worth risking your career and your heart to find out.

pairing: Taehyung x reader

genre: Idol! au, fluff, angst, eventual smut, friends to lovers, slow burn

rating: 18+

word count: 3.4k

warnings: implied smut, 

Chapter 40: He Loves Me And Only Me

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As the reality of the situation began to truly sink in over the course of the next few days, you continued to draw strength from Tae and his quiet confidence. You tried your best to focus solely on your relationship and the things you could control and his unwavering love and support made that infinitely easier. The anxiety you’d felt the night of the meeting abated with each passing day, but it did not leave you entirely. Instead, it remained ever-present in the back of your mind, quietly simmering away. You decided that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, though; fear was a useful tool if it motivated you to keep yourself and those you love safe from harm.

Tae and Jisoo’s meeting with Bang PD went fairly well. Jisoo was apparently quite the actress, pouring on the charm and easily slipping into ‘girlfriend mode’ as she and Tae explained how they started dating over the summer while they were working on the song. Bang PD seemed to buy their story, however, after Jisoo left the room he did spend a few minutes talking to Tae privately. He admitted that he was a bit surprised they were dating given that they were so different and also because things had seemed a little tense while they were working together. For a split second, Tae thought he sensed the tiniest bit of skepticism from Bang PD, but then it was gone. Bang PD ended their talk by reiterating that Big Hit would always be there for Tae and saying that his door would always be open if he ever needed to talk about anything.  

There were still a couple more meetings that Tae and Jisoo needed to have with management later that week so it was decided that they would officially announce their ‘relationship’ the following Monday. To brighten the mood in the meantime, Tae suggested that you two spend the next few days getting you officially moved in. The two of you made a couple trips to your old apartment to gather your things, getting slightly sidetracked from your packing during the first visit after you jokingly mentioned your bed had never seen any action. Every time you went there you were terrified that someone was going to recognize Tae, but he wore a giant beanie, a facemask, and a jacket with the collar popped so he thankfully went unnoticed.

Once the last of your things were brought over, Tae surprised you by telling you he had his lease amended to have your name on it. This meant that you no longer needed to check-in as a guest, but instead could come right in as a permanent resident. It was such an incredibly thoughtful gesture, one that reiterated how serious he was about you and your relationship and instantly brought happy tears to your eyes.

Before he and Jisoo started acting like a couple around Big Hit next week, Tae decided he wanted to tell the other guys the truth about your relationship and the fake dating cover. The Saturday after the meeting with Bang PD, Tae invited all the guys over for what he told them was going to be a ‘guy’s night’. After they’d arrived, he gathered them all in the living room and then announced that there would be a surprise guest that evening. In response to the inquiries as to who the guest was, Tae excitedly responded that his girlfriend would be joining them, the giddiness in his voice making your heart swell. When he finally brought you out from the bedroom into the living room, you were met with such an abundance of love and joy that you thought your heart would surely burst.

Jungkook sat stock still, his eyes wide as saucers, as he kept repeating, ‘Noona?! Noona is Jagi?!’

Jin initially deadpanned and said, ‘Taehyuuuuung, you’re always breaking the rules’, but then immediately broke out into a massive grin.

Hobi jumped to his feet, clapping happily as he shouted, ‘Congratulations’.

Yoongi first just stared at the two of you with his classic gummy smile before ultimately saying, ‘It’s about time’.

Jimin and Namjoon obviously already knew, a fact which the other four guys claimed was woefully unfair.

Before opening the floor to questions about your relationship, questions which you could tell they were all itching to ask, Tae informed them about the meeting with Bang PD and the plan with Jisoo. The conversation understandably became pretty heavy at that point, the guys' faces all growing very serious as they realized how much the two of you had been through over the last couple days and how much of an uphill battle it would be moving forward. When Tae finished explaining everything, each and every one of them vowed to help you two in whatever way they could, causing both you and Tae to grow misty-eyed.

After that things lightened up considerably and the eight of you spent the rest of the evening eating and drinking and talking and laughing. The guys had insisted that you and Tae sit together on the loveseat which you were more than amenable to. Sitting between his legs, your back against his chest with his strong arms wrapped around your waist, you felt safe and secure and happy all night, but never so much as when he whispered in your ear, ‘They love you, Jagi, but I love you more’.

Your favorite part of the night was when the guys all took turns recounting the first time they realized Tae had a crush on you. Tae was bright red the entire time and kept burying his face in your hair out of embarrassment. For Yoongi, it was the time he had harmlessly asked if you were single and Tae had ignored the actual question entirely and instead curtly replied, ‘You’re not allowed to date her.’. For Hobi, it was when he commented that you looked really good in your dress at last year’s Big Hit banquet and Tae grumbled back something along the lines of, ‘You shouldn’t be looking at her like that’, and then proceeded to give the older man death-glares the rest of the evening.

Tae’s slight possessiveness was a huge turn on for you so hearing the guys go on and on about how he’d obviously felt you were his girl all along definitely had you feeling some kind of way by the end of the night. He’d clearly been affected by the conversation too because the moment the last of the guys left he picked you up and carried you into the bedroom. After slowly removing your clothes one by one, his lips mapping every single inch of newly exposed skin as he went, he then spent the rest of the night making sure you knew exactly who you belonged to.

The atmosphere in the apartment was much more somber the following day. Knowing that things were undoubtedly about to get rather difficult and complicated, you tried to soak up every last second of peace and simplicity while you still could. You and Tae spent the entire day in your pajamas watching TV, eating junk food and takeout, and kissing, cuddling, and making love. Unfortunately, more than a few tears were shed throughout the day. You tried to hold them in, but you just couldn’t help it; you were on the brink of something big and unknown and you were nervous. Although he was clearly trying to be strong for you, it was obvious that Tae was nervous too. He held you to him so tightly that night as you fell asleep, like he was afraid if he loosened his hold even just a little you would somehow slip away from him and be lost forever.  

~~~

The following morning, news that Tae and Jisoo were dating spread like wildfire at Big Hit as they walked in from the parking garage holding hands. You couldn’t deny that watching them stroll into the studio together, talking and laughing about who knows what, caused a sharp pang in your chest. You knew, of course, that it wasn’t real, that Tae was using his impressive acting skills to put on a rather convincing show. Regardless, the image of him with another woman was still painful and you had to excuse yourself momentarily to take a breath and get a grip in the hallway.

When you came back in you found Tae in his chair and Jisoo curled up in the chair beside him. Instantly, your mind flooded with memories from the summer when you would walk into the studio and find this very same sight before you. It had been excruciating to see them together like that at the time, but back then you didn’t know that he loved you. Now you did. You had been reminded that morning when he made love to you and when he said it to you after giving you a goodbye kiss at the door. You were reminded again just then as you looked down at your hand and gazed at the beautiful ring he’d given you.

He loves me and only me

Like a mantra, you repeated those words to yourself as you walked over to them with a bright smile on your face, carefully avoiding Tae’s sad eyes which followed you the entire way. You repeated them over and over again that morning and every time from then on when you saw or even imagined them together.

That first week was hard, much harder than you thought it was going to be, and also much harder than you let on when you talked to Tae. He spoke freely about how uncomfortable it all made him and how much he missed you and how he couldn’t wait until it was all over. It was both comforting and distressing to know that he was hurting just as much as you were, but you kept your feelings in check when talking with him. He clearly felt guilty about the whole situation; letting him know how heartbroken you felt every time you saw them together and making him feel even worse wouldn’t help the situation at all. You reminded yourself that he was doing this for you and that the best way you could repay him was to be strong and supportive.

For the most part, Jisoo adhered to the PDA rules that you all had discussed at the meeting. She was a little more touchy and clingy that first day than you would have liked, but you supposed that was how someone might act when showing off their new ‘boyfriend’ to coworkers so you let it slide. Tae did not engage much with her in return which you greatly appreciated. It was one thing to see her putting her hands on him, but watching him put his hands on her, the same hands that held you close and touched you intimately, was infinitely worse.    

However, as much as it hurt to see them giving physical signs of affection, it was actually their words that you found cut mostly deeply. You were able to block out most of what Jisoo said, having gotten used to doing just that over the summer when she would barge into the studio and steal Tae’s ear for hours at a time. Hearing him speak to her, though, occasionally in that soft, loving tone that was only supposed to be reserved for you, was legitimately painful. Every word he said was like a dagger in your heart, but nothing hurt near as much as the first time you heard him call her ‘Jagi’.

By Friday afternoon you were emotionally exhausted, having discovered that keeping everything bottled up was far more taxing than simply letting it out. You were very much looking forward to the weekend and being able to spend 48 Jisoo-free hours with your boyfriend. Almost done packing up your bag, you were just about to head out for the day when Eunji and Donghae stopped by your station. As Tae’s stylist and close friend, it shouldn’t have surprised you that people would eventually come to you asking questions, but it did and you were therefore completely unprepared for what they came to say.

“OK, what the fuck?” Eunji huffed out to start the conversation. “Why is Tae dating her?”

“Did you know?” Donghae quickly added, sounding equally repulsed. “You guys are so close. He must have told you, right?”

You had been rummaging around on the counter looking for something when they walked over and were immensely grateful that they could not see your face at that very moment. For starters, it stung to hear the words ‘he’s dating her’, even though you knew they weren’t true, and a grimace had involuntarily flashed across your face in response. However, the panicked expression you now certainly wore was what you really didn’t want them to see. The absolute last thing you wanted to be talking about right now was the fake relationship your boyfriend was in with a woman you despised, didn’t fully trust, and were growing more and more jealous of every day.

“I actually didn’t know,” you replied back casually, keeping your back to them as you spoke. “I found out Monday morning along with everyone else.”

“Surely he doesn’t actually like her,” Donghae then said, his tone dripping with disdain. “She’s literally the worst human being I’ve ever met.”

“Maybe he’s just in it for the sex?” Eunji questioned bluntly in reply. “I know he doesn’t really seem the type, but he is still a guy and she is unfortunately very hot.”

Upon hearing those words, your heart momentarily stopped. You could feel the heat rising to your face as you willed yourself not to imagine what Eunji had just spoken of. Watching Jisoo give Tae a kiss on the cheek that morning had been enough to make your stomach lurch so the idea of them being legitimately intimate together was truly nauseating. All at once you realized this was not a conversation you were emotionally capable of handling right now, but you didn’t know how to get them to drop it without causing some sort of scene.

With every passing second that you didn’t respond to them, the anxiety inside you grew. You tried and tried to formulate some sort of coherent, nonchalant response, but every ounce of your mental bandwidth was consumed with efforts of blocking out disturbingly explicit images of Tae and Jisoo together. You had honestly spent all week trying not to let your mind wander in this torturous sort of way, but Eunji’s words had clearly triggered something within you and you now found yourself wholly incapable of getting it back under control.

The undeniable truth was that Jisoo was an incredibly attractive woman. She was tall and thin and strikingly beautiful, effortlessly sexy and incredibly alluring. She was, as she had so poignantly noted that day in the elevator, everything you were not. And now, for perhaps the hundredth time since this whole thing started, you found yourself wondering exactly how attractive Tae thought she was.

You knew it was not at all healthy or productive to let yourself contemplate such things, especially when Tae had given you absolutely no reason to doubt him, but you just couldn’t help it. The idea that he might find her more attractive, might secretly wish he could be intimate with her instead of you, crept into your mind and instantly threatened to overwhelm you entirely. Your heart was now starting to race and your breath was growing shallower by the second, but the sudden sound of heeled-footsteps coming towards you thankfully stopped your spiraling.

“Eunji, Donghae,” you heard Mrs. Choi say sharply as she strode over to the three of you. “That is quite enough.”

“I will not tolerate this kind of gossip in my studio,” she continued, rather threateningly. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mrs. Choi,” they both muttered out sheepishly.

As the two of them said their goodbyes, you gave a quick wave in reply, still incapable of forming words. Closing your eyes, you stood there for a few moments and took a couple slow, deep breaths to try and calm down. Eventually, whatever terrible thing had just welled up inside of you receded and you felt yourself relax.

“Y/N, are you OK?” you heard Mrs. Choi ask gently from behind you.

The tender tone of her voice would have surprised you, possibly even frightened you, had it not been for the meeting you’d had with her last month following the incident with the coffee at the photoshoot. The two of you had met in her office one afternoon that following week where she proceeded to again sincerely apologize for being so hard on you over the last three years. At first you couldn’t help but wonder if she was only being nice to you because she knew about your mom, but as the conversation went on you got the sense there was more to it than that.

She said more than once that she had ‘gotten things wrong’ and even said that she was proud of the support you’ve shown BTS, and Tae specifically, over the years. Since then, there had been a noticeable change in her behavior towards you. She was kinder, more patient, and, dare you say it, even somewhat affectionate. The fact that she sent you home last week when she saw you were upset was proof enough of your changed relationship; she never would have allowed that in the past.

“Yea, I-I’m fine,” you replied, trying to hide the shakiness in your voice.

With the panic that had previously threatened to overwhelm you now gone, the only emotion that seemed to be left inside you was the one you had spent all week trying to ignore: heartbreak. Despite your new and improved relationship with Mrs. Choi, you were not quite ready to bare the depths of your soul to her. However, you feared if you stayed here much longer and she spoke to you again in that incredibly caring, almost motherly voice, you might do just that. Quickly collecting the remainder of your things and stuffing them into your bag, you said goodbye, wished her a pleasant weekend, and then left.

On the drive home you convinced yourself that what happened at the studio was not a big deal. You’d gotten upset because Eunji had unknowingly said something insensitive and inappropriate to you, but that was a completely normal reaction. When you arrived at home a bit later to find Tae had somehow snuck out of work early so he could have a candlelight dinner prepared, you were reminded of just how silly it was to worry about him and Jisoo. Yes, she was an attractive woman, but he was your boyfriend. He loved and desired you.

“What’s all this for?” you asked with a smile as you looked over the beautifully laid table.

“Because I love you,” he said as he came over and snuck his arms around your waist, pulling you in for a kiss.

Still wound up from Eunji’s words, and perhaps feeling the need to prove something to yourself, you took the innocent kiss he gave you and deepened it, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your body against his. He responded immediately, licking into your mouth messily and teasing you with gentle bites to your lower lip as he slowly backed you against the nearest counter. You kissed him hungrily and greedily, relishing the low groans you drew from him, and only released his lips when you were forced to come up for air.

“By any chance does this meal come with dessert?” you asked coyly, walking your fingers up the buttons of his shirt until they reached the tantalizing bit of exposed chest.

“Of course,” he replied smoothly, his voice dropping into his incredibly sexy lower register. “I’ll always keep your sweet tooth satisfied, Jagi.”

The way he began trailing kisses down your jawline to your neck told you he knew exactly what type of dessert you were inquiring about.

“What if I want my dessert before dinner?” you then questioned, your voice breathy from the wicked things he was doing with that pretty mouth of his.

“Then I’ll give it to you right here, right now,” he whispered in your ear.

As he picked you up, set you down on the counter, and began serving you the sweet, sinful treats you desperately craved, you heard familiar words ringing in your head, ones that you hoped were loud enough to drown out everything else:

He loves me and only me

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