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"Do you live there all alone?""Excuse me?"It happens innocently at first.Taehyung didn't mean to pry. He was just walking by. On his way to the store he caught your figure as he was passing by your window. The silhouette of it drew his attention. The blinds were partially open, but the slatted lines allowed him to see you clearly.You weren't doing much really. The action alone shouldn't have caught his eye. The task you were doing was mundane.Sweeping.You were sweeping the floor.******************************************************************************************But the thing is, you weren't wearing much as you did so, just some skimpy shorts and a shirt that had the tiniest straps. And you weren't just sweeping the hardwood floors, you were dancing with your broom.A fucking broom.One of the most boring tools to wield. Yet there you were thrusting into the broom, legs on either side of the handle.Another thing he could tell too, just by your movements is you were into it. Your arms pumped blindly and he imagined that if he could see your face, you were most likely miming along to the song.Was that Doja Cat?Were you grinding on a broom listening to Doja Cat?Here you were, putting on a fucking performance. And for a moment, a very brief moment. It felt like it was for him.And it frustrated him that he couldn’t even get a look at your face. Not that he’s complaining, the view he had was amazing. Your ass looked great your thighs looked delicious as you romped around.Before he knew it he leaned into the visual. He doesn't know how long he watched you.All he knows is that he did.That's until you turned around toward the window, catching his gaze through the pane. Your eyes meeting his throttled Taehyung out of his curious thoughts and dirty brain.Shaking his head suddenly, providing a brief wave, lowering his gaze before his feet stepped him away from view. His shoulders hunched as he walked away, trying his best to hide his hardening cock.That's how it began, his curiosity for you growing every time he caught your image. And when he glimpsed you. he was physically pulled to you.And he tried to stop.He tried the very next time you left your blinds open after the first time. He failed miserably. And he thanked the heaven above he was on his way home this time so he could take care of the situation in his pants. The sight of your wet shirt as you washed dishes was too much to handle.Then day after day, every time he passed your window he would glance in. And yeah, maybe sometimes it was more than a glance. Sometimes he would stop and stare and watch. There were times that he saw you and sometimes he was met with an empty living space or lowered blinds.If he saw you. If by chance, you were there. He couldn't deny the physical reactions that would occur.Taehyung couldn't tamp down his heartbeat nor his mind's ability to concoct a filthy image in mere seconds with you just draped across your couch.He was flummoxed on how could you make the most trivial daily things, sexual for him.He couldn't understand it, he needed to. So after weeks of looking at you, watching you.Taehyung took the day with it and sat with if what he was doing was wrong. Morally, he knows it's creepy, but on the other hand seeing you really boosted his day. And he chalks it up to the fact he hadn't been with anyone since he got divorced.But if that was the case, why wasn't he getting hard at looking at anybody else?He sees and meets plenty of attractive people every day. Interacted with them. But yet he was only finding himself aroused around you.So now. Now as he blurts out this awkward question he thinks he knows the reason. Taehyung is not only attracted to you, but he is curious about you.You.He wants to know more about you. But then a fleeting thought passes through his brain. Maybe he's just a fucking pervert. A fucking peeping Tom. A fucking voyeur.Nope it can't be that.He's just curious.He has been your neighbor for two months. He thinks the first time he saw you was in the corridor, providing a polite smile as you walked.And he knows some things but can also acknowledge that he knows nothing at all.Taehyung knows your blinds are closed until noon, sometimes a little later depending if you went out the night before. He knows you go to the store every Friday, stocking up on wine and vegetables. He also knows you have lady visitors. The same two. Every now and then.Were they your lovers, were they your friends? This he didn't know. He wonders what you do with them. Lovers or friendsHe wonders if you touch them or if they get to touch you. He can hear you giggle. He hears them giggle. The walls were thin, voices floated across the gray corridor frequently.And he knows you're having a good time but he wonders how.You draw your blinds when they're over. The music is turned up. Yet he can hear that you’re happy. He wonders if he can make you giggle...make you happy.He wonders this as he scrubs a plate while you're giggling across the way. But it's not just giggles he wants to pull from you. No. Sometimes late at night Taehyung wonders if he can make you moan.He's heard that. Every now and again. He's heard you moan. And it's times like that he's desperate to have your blinds open. He wants to see what is making you moan. Are you alone?And if you are, are you using your fingers? A toy?And where are your fingers?Are they inside you? Or do they remain outside?Do you just rub your clit and pinch your nipples?Or do you fuck yourself with a few and bite on the others?Taehyung is so fucking curious about you.And his curiosity has carried away. Because now he asked a creepy fucking question. Do you live here alone?The look on your face solidifies that you think his question is absurd. And you have every right to because yeah he knows your name and he’s not even sure you know his, you haven't even had a small idle conversation.The question isn’t a neighborly question. That question is reserved for friends and creepers. He's a fucking creeper.Taehyung balks. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ask it that way. I was just curious about the floor plan. I was wondering if it was the same as mine.”Your shoulders that were pinched toward your ear begin to lax. He can see your face loosen and your eyes shift from boiling to a simmer. Relief appears to color your face.“Uhh, I think so. I think it's the same design.”You don't tell him you live alone. You pivot. And it's smart. He thinks you're smart but now he knows it.“Well, thanks,” He says, and he can't help but scratch his neck. “Well have a good day,” he adds as he spins on his heel and makes his way to pick up his kids.Yes kids. As in kids that he helped create with his now ex-wife.Three to be clear. Three beautiful kids. Twin boys and one girl. Chet, Nat and Ella all of them named after his favorite musicians. All under the age of ten. And he loves them. Enjoys every fucking minute he gets with them. And right now he gets them every other week.And he's lucky. He feels lucky he gets a whole week. And not just a weekend. Not like some of his friends, who by the way are completely fine with just two days every other week.It’s not okay with Taehyung. He fought tooth and nail to get them for seven days... fourteen total every month. And he never regrets it.Although it had bitten into his sex life.Who is he kidding? He doesn't have a sex life.He hasn't been with anyone since he separated from his wife. The same can't be said for her though. She's had plenty between her legs during and after their marriage."You're late," she says through his open car window. Taehyung glances at his watch. "For fucks sake Sunmi I'm five minutes late. Sorry I had to take a piss," he retorts bitterly as he shifts the car into park.They meet at a McDonald's, every other Friday afternoon.The reasoning is clear. He doesn't want to go to her place, the house they used to share who she is now sharing with another man, Jackson. And she doesn't want to go to his condo.They meet in the middle. At a fucking McDonald's because it's public and the kids love getting Happy Meals."Yeah whatever," Sunmi huffs as she stalks to the front entrance. "The kids are on the playground. They couldn't wait," she hisses as she pulls the door."Daddy!" The twin boys yell as he steps into the place, it smells like burnt fries and old farts. Taehyung hates it."Hey buddies!" He exclaims back as they lunge at him from the play center. They hug him and he hugs them back harder."You two need haircuts," he assesses as he pulls from their grips and ruffles their hair."No daddy, we want to grow it. Let us grow it." Nat says. "Like yours," Chet insists, pointing to his hair.Taehyung's hair was getting long. He couldn't argue with them. Monkey see. Monkey do. "Oh ok. But next visit we all get haircuts together mkay?" He asserts as he flicks their chins."Where's my princess?" He wonders as he sees Ella ducking behind a bubble window in the play structure. Her eyes glued to him.He pretends not to see, makes a big show of it."She's not here." Chet says "Haven't seen her all day." Nat giggles.Taehyung's shoulders slump and he pulls his mouth down into a pout. "But I miss her. I wanted to seeee her." He whines as he kicks an imaginary rock on the rubber floor.“Don’t fuss daddy! I'm here," Ella screeches before jolting down the tunnel slide.He catches her before her shoes can touch the floor, earning a squeal and a tight hold around his neck.He loves it. Loves the feel of her and the smell of her. Despite him and Sunmi splitting over a year ago, the kids still seemed happy. He’s grateful for that.It grounds him. His kids ground him. Reminds him that there's good things in the world.“Are you getting chocolate milk or apple juice today?” He whispers in her ear.“Chocolate milk,” she whispers back. And they both giggle as he carries her to the register.He lives for picking up his kids. What he despises are the few hours before bedtime.It's a fucking strange time for any parent. For a parent, energy levels are low and patience is even lower. While the kids. Yes, yes they're tired but they fight it.They take all their energy reserves and launch it as a final attack. And that final attack is pawing at him as he tries to wash the dishes from dinner.He tried to play along. He tried to get them to help. But now. Now all that's happening is he has two boys gathering suds and blowing said things in each other faces and while his baby girl has climbed onto the counter to dip her toes in the sudsy water."I wanna a pedicure daddy," she reasons.Taehyung wants to go to bed. It's been a day. They've gone to the park, they've had ice cream and they went to the library. And he just wants to sit down. It he can't. Not yet. He's got miles to go.His eyes are pulled toward a light. It’s coming from your place. And as he looks up he sees you only from the waist up, but you have nothing on but a bra. You look tipsy, your steps look jerky and the he sees the wine glass in your hand. It’s empty.“Alright, bed time,” Taehyung announces as his eye follow your movements, but the kids shuffle off. And he’s glad that he doesn’t have to wrangle them for once, all of them humming in agreement.Fuck, the bra has to be decoration because it’s doing nothings to actually cover your breasts. He can see the swell of them and the nipples peeping through the lacy material. Taehyung is hard. It happened so fast and he’s throbbing in his pajama pants. The bathroom, he must get to the bathroom.Moving stealthily, he takes a look into the room the kids call their own and breathes a sigh of relief that their all tucked in their beds. He makes a note to kiss them after he goes to the bathroom. He fucking needs just a few minutes. Stepping into his bathroom, he starts the sink as soon as he closes the door, making sure to turn the lock. Just when he gets his hands on his cock, there’s a loud knock on the door.“What?” he hisses as his dick throbs in his hand. “Daddy?” It’s Chet.“Go to bed Chet. I will be there shortly for kisses and hugs.” Taehyung shouts as he pauses his movements, hoping the boy will return to his bed.“Daddy, Ella just threw up everywhere. It stinks.”“Fuck,” Taehyung huffs as he stuff his dick back into his pants. “I’ll be right there,” he continues as he looks at his reflection and sighs, washing his hands and combing back his hair. Another fucking great day of parenting Taehyung muses with his balls throbbing painfully.******************************************************************************************Taehyung is tired. It's day six. And the kids seem to have more energy than ever. And even worse, even after taking them to climb playscapes they still want to kick the ball around in the common area after dinner. They guilt him into it. Mommy's new boyfriend doesn't like soccer. We won't be back for a week. Please daddy. Please.So he caves. He takes them out there. And they play for a good forty five minutes. Wrestling, kicking and screaming. But Ella is beginning to whine, a clear signal she's tired but doesn't know when to throw in the towel.“Nat? Chet? Take your sister inside and get ready for bed.”“Nooo daddy,” they complain in unison “We're not done.”“You sister is tired. Be good big brothers and get her inside. Or you can clean up all these toys and then get ready?: He asks cocking an eyebrow toward them.“No, no we will ready,” they acquiesce. Both of them clutching one of her hands and pulling her toward their home.“Make sure you brush your teeth, wash your hands and faces.” He calls out as he picks up a frisbee, hearing grunts of agreeable as his back strains with the effort he put in today.He's fucking tired. Doing this shit somewhat alone makes him sad. He thinks that if his wife wasn't such a whore that he could send them off with her. They could split the playtime. But that's not what's happening. It's all on him this week. One more day and he gets a break, a breather.His ex-wife has her boyfriend's help. Fucking Jackson. He hates that fucking guy. So do the kids. They've told him as much.Taehyung winces as he surveys the rest of the common space. Dolls and small figures litter the yard. He doesn't know when anything but the soccer ball came out for play. If they all belong to his own kids, he could spot them a mile away.There's Mazzy. Ella’s favorite lovey, has been with her since she was two. There's no way he could forget him outside. He would never hear the end of it from Ella or his ex wife if anything happened to it.Scooping the littered toys on his way to grab the beloved toy from the ordinary bench Taehyung's eyes are pulled to a newly lit window one story above.And he quickly realizes it's your window. Your back porch he's viewing. He's never seen this angle before. Never thought to look and honestly never been in this space in the cover of night.And he feels exposed. Even more so than watching you from his kitchen window. You've just gotten home. That much is certain. You're peeling off your jacket, and slinging your keys on the couch. He can see it all. This view is so much more open than the view from his kitchen window.You don't stop with you jacket though. Soon you're peeling off your sweater, unbuttoning your pants, throwing both useless clothing articles to the side of your living area.Okay. You are a bit of a mess. But fuck you look so fucking good. You weren't a fucking bra under the heavy sweatshirt you had on seconds ago. And shit, are those panties lacy? Did you plan to fuck someone? Because those fucking black panties are lacy and revealing. His ex wife only pulled out the good stuff when she was ready to fuck, this he remembers, unfortunately he wasn't the received all the time. He’s learned something new about you, you love lingerie.His cock is a situation. It's not just growing harder but it's throbbing for attention. Begging for it. He had the worse blue balls after Monday night and he hasn’t had any time or privacy to get reliefHow long since he has had sex?Taehyung takes a moment to calculate, hoping that it would lessen the problem in his pants. He found out his wife was cheating two years ago when she accidentally sent him a text that was meant to her sidepiece and now current boyfriend. They had angry sex about a month before the divorce was finalized but then.. nothing. Taehyung had not put his cock in anything warm since.And you looked so fucking warm. It was chilly outside. Taehyung could feel the bite of the breeze on the top of his ears and the back of his neck. But you peeling everything, well almost everything off as soon as you walked in had his brain scrambling.He couldn't stop watching and he tried. For fuck sakes he was thinking of his ex-wife and nothing made his dick softer than thinking of Sunmi. But still his cock was throbbing.And he was rock hard as he watched you move about you place idly. Walking to the kitchen, pulling out a glass, filling the said glass with water and bringing it to your lips. You drank languidly and messily and he couldn't see it but he imagined there were water drops landing on your neck and around your lips. He imagined how your lips would feel tightened around his cock and thirsty for his length.He folded into himself at the thought. Fuck he needed release. His brain was sending him thousands of ways to seek the need that was thrumming through his body. Go back home. That's the safest bet. But chances are the kids are curled up in the living room and not in their beds. And once they catch whiff of him it will be a plead of a bedtime story, a drink of water or a cuddle. And although he didn't mind it most days he knew it would drive him mad tonight. His car was an option. But fuck his keys were tucked neatly in his coat that was still in his condo.Taehyung glances around quickly. All the other windows that face the clearing, four were dark. And there was a small patch at the edge...near the fence line that gained a little bit of privacy and a pretty decent view of your place, away from the street lights.Losing against the debauched side of his brain, Taehyung moved swiftly to the spot as he kept his eyes on your window. You were still there. You were leaning against your counter, eyeing your phone and munching on crackers. The pose did nothing to quell the ache in his cock.Your tits were still out and the bored look on your face only fueled his fire. The fire to wipe that bored look away. His thoughts about everything he could do to wipe that expression off your face, turn it into something of awe and pleasure.Taehyung needed to do something quick. He could feel his cock rubbing tightly against the fabric of his pants, begging for attention with the leak of precum covering his tip.His eyes danced to the corner of the fence. No light shone over there. He could be done quickly. It wasn't his first time to finish in haste. Sunmi hurried him in bits when his kids were napping, pleading him to be quick. He could be quick and efficient. No one would be the wiser.Taehyung made it to the spot swiftly. And he sighed a breath of relief when he realized he could see the top half of you when he pulled his hard member out of his pants. Just barely though. Pulled his cock out about for his index finger to wrap around the tip and meet his thumb, barely. He winced as he moved his thumb over the slit, hissing while his eyes took in you changing positions, moving toward the sink, your breasts jiggling subtlety.Fuck. You looked so nice. So soft. He hasn't touched anything soft and fleshy for months. The grip around his girth tightens and he bites back a moan as he sees you walk closer to the back door window.Do you not have any shame? How are you walking so boldly to the open window with your breasts hanging out while you keep your front window blinds drawn for half the day?Taehyung bucks up into his hand. His cheeks burn with lust and embarrassment as his body pursues it's pleasure. It's happening too quickly for him. He can't focus on where to settle his eyes as his strokes get faster and shorter, feeling the wetness of his juices coat his hand, the obvious signs that it had been too long since he last did this.A grunt escapes and he chokes it down, coughs as his hips thrust into his fist, his eyes roving to your lips, your tits, your eyes and everything between.“Fuck,” he gasps as his orgasm nears, he can feel it deep down in his gums, pulsing on his tongue. You step nearer to the window and his eyes settle on your cover mound and he explodes. His brain filled with being buried into it. Filling you up as your eyes roll into your head and squeaks emit from your throat.Fuck.Fuck...did he just do that. Here?Seconds as he spills into his fist, Taehyung's morality is settling into his skin with what he just done. Now that the pleasure has ebbed away.He's a fucking creep. What has he become? He jerked off to you in a matter of minutes, in a common area. A place where anyone could see him.Many knew who he was. He sat on the fucking board of the condo association. If anybody saw him, he could be labeled a pervert, a deviant. And those labels could mean losing the right to see his kids.His fucking kids. Taehyung swiftly pulls up his pants and wipes the remainder of his mess on the side of his sweats.He has to get out of there. He needs to see his kids. And he needs to stop fucking watching you. He has to.With those thoughts rattling in his brain, Taehyung rushes to pick up Mazzy and makes a run back home. The other toys can wait. All he wants to do is shower off his guilt and see his kids faces.******************************************************************************************It's been two weeks. Two weeks since Taehyung has watched you and masturbated. Two weeks since he looked into your windows since. He willed himself to not peek. His brain shakes with the fact that he is now or was a man him and his ex-wife looked down on when they looked at true crime shows.Sure, he didn't touch you. He didn't harm you. But he still watched you and got pleasure from it when you were in the safety of your home, unaware that he was watching you."Did you hear the woman in 2A having that party last night?"Taehyung's ears perk up immediately. 2A, that's you. Right across from him, 2B. Because he's a board member, Taehyung is currently tending to a grill in the common area. This is the first time he's been there since he has watched you."I swear she's a wild one. Not married. No kids." Daniel from 1F scoffs. "She's having the time of her life.""I think she's a lesbian. All of her visitors are women," Jessie from 2D shares, her voice dipping low before she takes a sip of her margarita."I think it's best if we refrain from gossiping about other neighbors at a neighbor event," Taehyung throws out before flipping a burger and then another on the propane grill.There's a murmuring but Taehyung blocks out the words. He's annoyed. He kind of hoped you would be here. But you aren't. The food is almost done. And then everybody will go back to their places. He hoped he could speak to you under more casual circumstances."Hey Taehyung," it's Maya from 2C. Relentless Maya. Has been making eyes at him since he moved in, interrogates him every time she sees him and simply puts the hair on his body on edge.“Hey,” he lets out curtly as her hand wraps around his bicep. He looks down at it pointedly before meeting her eyes."Are you well?" He asks."Can I have one of those?"Taehyung jerks his eyes away and turns to see you holding a paper plate out toward him, your eyes dancing between his and the turkey patty balancing on his metal spatula.Taehyung tries his best to school his features. Does his best to keep his working arm secure.Of course. Taehyung guns, slipping the patty on the open bun, sat on the plate."Good to see you Y/N," Maya announces as her grip on Taehyung's arm loosens."These look yummy. Did you make them?" You ask him, the only acknowledgement to Maya's comment is your slight glance toward her.Taehyung is about to respond, but you continue speaking. "I've seen you cooking in that clean kitchen of yours so I had to ask." A pretty smile sits on your lips as you reach for a bag of chips located on a table right next to the grill.The comment makes him freeze for a moment. You've been watching him? The thought blazes through his mind but before he can answer Maya begins to fill in gaps."You don't know him? Kim Taehyung is like the hottest chef in town right now. Where have you been?"You look taken aback. And Taehyung doesn't know if it's the information or Maya's delivery but he's scrambling for a way to inject. But it's so hard when your eyes are bouncing between him and Maya.Eventually they do settle on him. "Wow. A big shot." You grin at him and Taehyung feels his heart jump into his throat."See you around Taehyung." You falsely curtsy to him before giving your attention to Maya. "And Monica? It's always a displeasure." You finish before turning away. "My names Maya!" Maya grip tightens before she utters lowly, "She's a fucking whore."******************************************************************************************Taehyung's curiosity is lit anew. After the block party, Maya began spilling facts or at least rumors that she heard about you. And Taehyung felt a little guilty by pouring her more and more beers but the more beers she had in her body the more information she spilled. Especially about you."She's like stupid fucking smart. That's why she doesn't have a man. What man wants to deal with that?" Maya cackles before grabbing a veggie skewer from a plate."And get this?" She sniffs, back of her hand smacking into Taehyung's shoulder."She was this close to getting engaged," Maya says, pinching her thumb against her pointer finger, eyebrows doing the same. "But broke it off because their sex life was boring. She figured if sex was boring before marriage why move forward. Can you believe that?" She hiccupped, pressing a hand to her lips.Taehyung could believe it. You didn't look like someone who settled. You looked exactly like a woman who knew what she wanted and wouldn't take less than her worth. The thought thrilled him.Yes you were attractive, but the combination of your actions tonight and what he has heard, he needed to know more. This information excited him thoroughly."I think she's a lesbian now. So don't get your hopes up Kim." Maya says, slapping him on the arm. Taehyung can't help but smile at her. Maya was annoying but she gave him enough information about you to last for months. The least he could do in return was tolerate her."Alright Maya, let's get you home," he proclaims as he loops a friendly arm around her shoulders to which she leans into swiftly. "I'm sure those people at Neiman Marcus will be unhappy if you're late tomorrow."******************************************************************************************"Chet get your shoes on! I swear to God if we are late today, you will not watch YouTube ever again under this roof!" Taehyung yells as he brushes Ella’s hair."Daddy, I'm hungry," Nat whines."There's bread up there Nat. You know how to make toast. Peanut butter is in the pantry." Taehyung huffs as he slides a headband on Ella.She swiftly runs to the mirror. "I don't like it daddy! It doesn't look the same as when mommy does it."Taehyung glances at the clock and sees he's has ten minutes to get them all out the door for school and right now in the moment it feels like the biggest test of his life.Suddenly there's banging at his front door. Ella is off and sprinting and pulling it open without hesitation."Ella!" He screams as he catches up with her. He's feeling beaten and at his breaking point and it's not even 8am."Do NOT open the door," Taehyung begins holding up fingers "without asking permission." He pauses for dramatic effect before holding up a second finger," or asking who is at the door. You don't know who it is.""Sorry daddy. I will do better next time," she asserts, running her fingers across her mouth guilty before looking up at who's at the door."Oh," Taehyung releases from his lips as he raises from his crouched position slowly. He's confused. Confused why you are standing in his doorway. You have never knocked on his door. He has never knocked in yours. And yet you knocked on his door before 8am on a Friday and he couldn't be more confused.Surely he has lost it. Surely this is some fucking weird dream he is having.******************************************************************************************"Hey Taehyung," you greet warmly when his eyes meet yours. You say his name like it's been on your lips a million times but Taehyung thinks this is surely the second time he's heard it on them."I didn't mean to intrude. I-" you eyes look to him and then to Ella. And then Taehyung senses Chet and Nat standing close behind and your gaze bounces between them as well.You jut a pink box toward him. "I got these donuts. And I, uh, my friend brought them. And I thought your kids might like them. There's too many for me," you say thrusting the box further, so much so that the cardboard bounces into his sternum."Donuts?!" Ella exclaims as she wraps her arms around your legs. "Thank you!" She further squeals, reaching up quickly and snatching the box from your hands and running further inside the condo."Hey little monsters! Get your socks and shoes on before eating a donut or I will throw the whole box away,” Taehyung threatens yelling at the morning terrors that scramble to open the box of goodies.After a chorus of okays and yes daddy, Taehyung remembers it's you gracing his doorstep. "Uh, thanks for the donuts," he offers as he claps his hands together softly, trying his best to keep his gaze on your eyes and not let them meander down your body.He hasn't been this close to you since the barbecue. And he's never had you this close into his space. It makes the morning feel even more surreal.You smile at him and Taehyung thinks it's the prettiest smile he's seen in months. He can feel his eyes flutter at the action, the spit in his mouth dries up."You're welcome. I thought your kids would like them," you nod, flashing your hands in front of you, an action his eyes follow and he has to tug his stare back up, to not get lost in your body."Was really nice of you. I think you just saved me from a stroke,'' Taehyung muses as he glances to his kids who now have their socks and shoes on and are munching happily on colorful donuts. Their teachers will probably silently curse him later but for him, the quiet is the sweetest gift he's gotten all week."Have a good day Kim Taehyung," you grin and then you're looking over his shoulder. "Have a great day monsters!" You yell to his kids, promoting them to screech and roar in return.You wave awkwardly before heading across the way, and slipping easily into your place."I like her! She brings donuts!!" Nat announces as soon as Taehyung closes the door."I like her too," Taehyung thinks as he makes his way to grab a donut.“Hey Taehyung.”Taehyung is startled to take his eyes off his phone screen. He’s climbing the stairs to his place to grab his forgotten wallet. Saturdays are work trips to the farmer’s market before he heads into the restaurant. His sleep deprived mind forgot it. Knows it’s on the night stand by his bed, right next to the lamp, where he places it every day.Looking up, he sees you descending the stairs. You have on a thing floral dress, with pearl snaps on the front and a hamper balanced on your hip.“Hey Y/N,” he returns, scooting to the side of the steps to let you pass. “Laundry day?” he continues as your eyes stay on him as you continue down. “Something like that,” you giggle as you pause next to him.“I forgot my wallet,” he shuffles his feet as your shoulder brushes his chest. You smell like vanilla.“Oh. Good to know,” you giggle again. “See you around Taehyung,” you smile as you continue to walk past him. Taehyung stays stuck in his spot until you disappear from his view. He wills his feet up the stairs although all he is thinking about is following you, maybe talk to you more. But he doesn’t and each step gets easier. Just as he turns the corner for his door, something catches his eye. The floor there is a crumpled dark material right by your door.He stares at for a moment. His palms itch to pick it up. He’s not sure what it is, but he assumes its yours. The polite man that he typically is, tells him to ignore it. And he does. For a moment. Taking his key and sliding it into the lock.But the creep that now resides in him, urges him to grab it. He just needs to know what it is and then he’ll go about his business. The door unlocks and Taehyung finds himself looking up and down the corridor stealthily before he’s lunging quickly to grab the item. He quickly reasoned he would only look to see what it is and then leave it where it is, but once his fingers feels the silky fabric, he’s stuffing the item into his pocket and sprinting inside his door.His heart is pounding as he leans against the now shut door and he swallows thickly, feeling his tongue sit heavily in his mouth with adrenaline. The fingers in his pocket and trembling as they feel over the item stuffed inside and he inhales and holds his breath as he retrieves it for closer inspection.Taehyung just needs to see.Holding the item up, pinching it and holding it up in the air and he finally releases the breath he was holding, it coming out shaky when he realizes it’s the panties you had on when he jerked off to you in the common area.He’s a creep. He’s officially a creep because he has absolutely no will power around you.Not only did he grab your panties, but now his nose is buried in them. They’re used and they smell so fucking good.His hand sneaks down to his cock and he moans as he takes another whiff of the silk panties. He hasn’t smelled pussy in so long and your scent was making him weak. Not only was he fucking still in his jeans, but his mouth was salivating from the smell.Taehyung will return them. Put them where he found them. He will. But first he had a situation to deal with – his painfully hard cock and he needed to be quick. And the shame that followed him after he stroked his dick to orgasm with your panties pressed to his face, grunting your name while looking through the door peephole followed him for only a few days and not weeks this time.******************************************************************************************Taehyung presses the start on the washing machine and is glad that he’s getting an earlier start to the laundry today. He has a few hours before he needs to drive the kids to McDonald’s and he’s hoping he can at least rest a few hours before dinner service.He’s lost in his thoughts as he leaves the laundry facility and walks the pebbled path through the common area. “Where’s the monsters?”Looking up, Taehyung sees that he’s now between two clothing lines and you’re occupying both of them. You finger fiddle with pinning a large teal sheets and you’re wearing the same dress he saw you last week. Except today isn’t Saturday. It’s Friday. He’s surprised to see you there.“They’re watching a YouTube livestream,” he shrugs casually but his feet move him closer to you, hands stuff in his athletic shorts.You look beautiful as always. He’s seen you dolled up, but he likes this look the best. You look like you just woke up and your face is bare.“Oh so daddy gets a break huh?” your voice has a playful lilt and Taehyung wants to play.“Yeah. And what about you doing laundry on a Friday. Aren’t you usually still in bed at this hour.”Taehyung shifts when he realizes what he says, his face flushes.“Well you’re usually shuttling the kids at this hour.” you retort equally amused, taking a step toward him.“It’s a holiday.” He rebutts.“Oh, so that’s why your light was on past ten. You must’ve let them stay up.”That statement makes Taehyung pause. He eyes you up and down because he’s not sure if he heard you right.He did let the kids stay up, they ate popcorn and watched the newest Pixel movie. When he doesn’t say anything, you take that as an opportunity to talk some more.“What did you make for dinner? It looked like lasagna. Was it lasagna?”“You saw that?”“Of course, you leave your blinds open almost all the time. And it didn’t help that you were shirtless. You’re hot,” you chuckle taking another step to him. “Don’t you ever peek inside my home?”Taehyung only nods. The sheets on the clothes line are fluttering in the wind and so is the dress you are wearing, he can see you do not have on a bra. He’s nervous because he’s not sure where this line of questioning is leading to.“What do you see?”“You sweeping.”You laugh at the response and clutch the fabric laying across your stomach.Taehyung can feel his lips into a smile as well. “Is that all?”“You drink a lot of water and wine. Like alot.”“I like a healthy balance. But that’s not hot at all. Don’t you ever see anything good?”You are really close to him now, your fingers are grazing the hair on his forearm. An eyebrow is cocked to him and Taehyung debates what to say. The tension has heightened and he’s not sure if you are hitting on him or toying with him.“I’ve seen you dance while you sweep.”The fingers on his arm move up easily and begin to fiddle with the collar of his shirt. “I’m half naked when I sweep.” you whisper.“I know,” Taehyung replies, the volume of his voice lowered to match yours.And then your lips are crashing into his. The press hard against his and Taehyung can’t move, his whole body locks up and he’s staring at your eyes which are now closed. Your eyes open slowly and you look between them. Something settles on your face and you're moving away from him.“I...I'm sorry. I thought-”Taehyung’s dick tells him to move and he is, he’s wrapping his hands around your neck and bringing your lips back to him. You taste so good. His tongue is sweeping across your lips and they taste like chocolate. How do you smell like vanilla, but taste like chocolate. You’re a dangerous woman.And you part those lips and let him kiss you deeper, move his tongue inside your mouth and get more of you and his taste buds. He groans and bites into your lower lip. He's getting hard over a kiss. And it's fucking embarrassing.“Fuck Taehyung. How long has it been?” You ask as you pull away breathlessly. His eyes search your face and you're glancing down at his erection that is prominent in the thin black basketball shorts he is sporting. Your hand is gripping it tightly.“How long since you fucked someone?”Taehyung licks his lips and looks around nervously as you fingers slide to the waistband of the shirts while you lean in and begin peppering his neck with kisses.“Too long,” he chokes out as your hand slides down his body, cupping his cock and then fingers tickling his balls.“Do you want me to help you? I can help you if you want,” you whisper as your lips graze the corner of his mouth before you lick your tongue at it, he can feel the stubble prickle under its wetness.You're kissing him hard and your grip around him tightens and Taehyung can't help but moan again, but this time into your mouth.“I will take that as a yes,” you mutter before you're stepping back from him and unsnapping the buttons on your dress, letting him see you breasts clearly.“Here? Now?” Taehyung asks, voice raising in pitch, eyes roving around the common space. All he can see around him is billowing sheets and two stone covered walls. And he looks up. He can see windows but he can't see inside. Can anyone see them?“I will be quick. I’ve been thinking about this for awhile,” You muse as you settle on your knees for him, pulling his shorts down far enough to let his cock free.“Fuck me,” Taehyung hisses as your tongue flicks the tip.“Do you mean suck me?” You tease before you're working your way down his cock, your tongue slathering it messily with saliva. It's messy. He was right, you are a very messy girl.A messy, dangerous girl.It doesn’t take long before you're swallowing him down and Taehyung can feel his precum leaking down your throat. Holy shit, you looked like you loved what you were doing right now. Your mouth was stuffed with his cock and your eyes were smiling up at him and you were humming around him.You were right. This was gonna be quick.“You taste good Tae. You’ve got a beautiful cock,” you pant to him as you catch your breath and stroke him with your very wet hand, thanks to your efforts.Taehyung feels his stomach tightening, he was so fucking close to cumming but he wants to cum in your mouth.“Please,” he whimpers, “please use your mouth again he pants.”His fingers wind around your neck and you're pliant. You force him back in your mouth easily and Taehyung huffs, his breathing growing ragged.“Fuck you're good at this.”“Mmhmm,” you hum.He peels his eyes open and he can see your tits. And he wants to touch them. Before thinking twice he's hunching forward and using his other hand to slip between the fabric of your dress and his fingertips are soon met with your warm perky nipples and his body jerks forward making you gag on his dick. And the sensation has his body hurdling to orgasm quickly.“Daddy! Daddy! I hurt myself.”Taehyung makes an effort to remove his cock from your throat but your hands wrap around his ass and your nails dig into the flesh prompting him to stay in place. You keep still, but your eyes are fixed on him, almost begging him to stay. You keep his cock in your mouth, but no more bobbing, just swallowing around him.“Are you bleeding?” He pants out.“No. But I hurt my toe. I stubbed it on the coffee table,” Ella whines. Taehyung can tell she's not hurt but she does want attention. The cries were different.“Princess, I am almost done,” Taehyung chokes out as you pull back slowly and then quickly shove him back in.“Where are you, daddy?”“Ella go back inside and get an ice pack, he warns trying not to sound like his soul is being sucked out from his cock. He feels his orgasm tingling up his spine, your movements have resumed and your hands are holding his ass tightly, pushing him deeper into your mouth.“But daddy!”“Princess,” Taehyung begins and his words get cut off when you swallow around him again. There's no way he's not about to cum. It's right fucking there.“You can have two popsicles,” he shouts out as you repeat the action, his eyes can't help but stare at your lips wrapped around him."Okay!" She calls happily and he hears her footsteps retreat and he thanks the universe because he's cumming and he's cumming hard.He's unloading down your throat and you are sucking it up like a champ. His hips stutter and you begin to make choking sounds. Taehyung panics and uses his strength that's left in him to jerk his cock out of your throat.“I'm sorry,” he stutters, panic taking over his features as your eyes meet his, your chest is heaving but your eyes are glazed over and a small smile rests on your lips.You take your fingers and wipe around your mouth and then open it widely. Your mouth is full of spit and his cum. Taehyung's cock throbs at the sight. You close your mouth and gulp loudly as you slowly shift to stand up, him rushing to grab your hand to aid you in the process.Once to your feet you are buttoning your dress and smoothing it down and Taehyung adjusts himself so his dick is back in his shorts. “I-I,” he begins.“Daddy! I can't find the popsicles!” Ella cries out. He spins, hearing her hurried feet and before he knows it she's parting through the sheets and grappling to his legs.“There you are!” She exclaims as she buries her head into his thigh, her cheek smushes against the muscle as she turns to take you in.“Hi donut lady!” She greets you with a tiny wave and you smile at her. “Hi princess.”You look back at him and Taehyung's heart is hammering in his chest. So many things are rushing through his mind, how fucking good you are at sucking dick, the way you look so fucking beautiful right now even though you are the messiest woman he's possibly known, and how he almost got caught by getting his dick sucked by, as Ella called you, ‘donut lady’."Daddy I can't find the popsicles,” Ella continues to whine, not caring if she interrupted anything.“Ella, you're being rude. I was talking with Ms. Y/N.”“But daddy I got hurt. And you promised me two popsicles and I can't find them,” Ella sniffs and smushing her face back into his thigh.“Princess…”“Taehyung, I actually have to be somewhere, you should go,” You interrupt, taking a step toward your laundry basket and giving him a smile and a nod. “I live right across the way. I will see you around.”You turn your attention to his little one wrapped around his leg. “Bye princess. Your daddy will help you find those popsicles. He gave me a tasty one earlier.”You wave and then wink to Taehyung before you disappear behind the sheets.“I like her daddy. She's nice.”“Yeah she is, princess. Yes. She Is.”

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“Hello Taehyung. So nice to meet you. I’m Dr. Jimin Park.” The shaggy dark hair man announces as he enters the room and takes his hand, gripping it warmly but not too tight.“Nice to meet you doctor,” Taehyung responds, his eyes flitting to the doctor’s gentle eyes and then to the texture of his pants, they look like velvet.“We can drop the formalities if you like? You can just call me Jimin,” the doctor shares as he backs away from him and settles into a leather chair inches away from the couch Taehyung has been anxiously squirming in for ten minutes.“Ahh, sure. Thanks.” Taehyung buffers out as he watches Dr. Park puts down a memo book and fiddles with a tape recorder.“I hope you don’t mind. I find writing notes too distracting and recording on phones makes people feel strange. But is it okay if I record our sessions?” Dr. Park pauses as he looks over at him, holding the device toward him.“I will not share it with any one and really it’s just for my notes. As we go along I will listen to them to better serve you. But if you’re against it I can take written notes,” the doctor continues, nodding to a small tan mole-skin book that’s placed by the chair.Taehyung jiggles his foot, it's a nervous habit, a soothing mechanism. He was out of his comfort zone. He was finally about to talk about you and he talked with no one about you. Not even his best friends.You were like a dirty little secret he carried around.He looks at Dr. Park’s eyes. They're warm and brown. And kind. He thinks he can trust the doctor. Tell him about you and how you are scratching at his morals.“It’s fine, you can record.” Taehyung agrees as he scratches the stubble under his lip before he settles deeper into the gray tweed cushions.Jimin returns his smile with one of his own, his eyes sparkling as he stares at Taehyung.“What brings you here today Taehyung?”Taehyung looks at Jimin, takes in his wrinkle free pressed cyan blue shirt. His hair is black and perfectly styled, the back longer than the front.His lips are so pink Taehyung can't help but wonder if he uses something to get them that shade. Wonders if the pretty man likes to suck dick. His lips look like they were made for it.Dr. Park doesn't say anything, his smile stays fixed on his face as he watches Taehyung examine him. They look the same age. Taehyung finds comfort in it."I got divorced about a year ago."Saying those words out loud sits heavy for him. He hasn't said it out loud for awhile. He looks down at his pants and picks up a piece of lint. He flicks it onto the floor."I separated from my wife a year before that. We have three beautiful kids together." Taehyung takes a deep breath."But that's not why I'm here." The doctor doesn’t say anything, he prompts Taehyung to continue by tilting his head toward him."So I'm divorced and things are just different." He blurts out as his eyes move from the floor to the mahogany wood under the chair next to the doctor's feet.Dr. Park is wearing brown shoes that match the wooden floors and Taehyung likes them. He doesn't know why the doctor isn’t talking, but he feels the need to fill the space."I mean, I’m different." Taehyung shrugs and he moves his eyes up until he finds the doctor’s gaze. The focus is clear. His pupils are pinpricks and tuned into him.Dr. Park uncrosses and recrosses his legs, his finger is pushing against his lip. Before he removes it, his head tilts again as if he’s trying to hear Taehyung better."Different how, Mr. Kim?""Taehyung. You can call me Taehyung," he replies first, thumbs dribbling on the couch armrest and cushion. He feels his muscles in his body tightening."I'm doing weird things. Like things I would consider weird a year ago.""Well that makes sense, Taehyung. A divorce is huge, it brings many changes to one’s life. You were married for how long," the doctor ponders as open his notebook, scans it with his eyes. "Ten years?"Taehyung nods once, his teeth are clenched, he takes another breath to try and relax.He was married to Sunmi for ten years, the first seven were great. Better than great, it was fantastic. Thought they would be married forever during that time."It makes sense for changes to feel weird Taehyung. You're adjusting to a new normal. Things will feel weird."Dr. Park leans forward as Taehyung's eyes shift to his own knees. "It doesn't feel weird doing it, it feels good. But it's..what I'm doing is creepy."The doctor is quiet. Taehyung can hear him breathing and can see his feet tap in his peripheral vision."Do you want to talk about it? The weird things?""Yes" Taehyung says without hesitation, his hands coming between his spread thighs, fingering lacing together tightly. He can feel his pulse in them.His divorce is a divorce. Many have had one. Or two or three. It has been painful. But he figures time will make it easier. He loves Sunmi because he’s the mother of his children, but he’s no longer in love with her. He's just not over her cheating.He came to see the doctor because he was doing things concerning Y/N that makes him feel good but makes him feel so bad.Dr. Park nods and his finger traces his bottom lip. “Well let's talk about it,” he shrugs nonchalantly and leans back into his chair comfortably.Taehyung takes a deep breath, hoping it will help organize his thoughts.“I’m spying on my neighbor.” Taehyung looks up at the doctor, “A woman.”“Spying how?”Taehyung winces as he thinks about all of the things he has done over the past few weeks. Being on the condo association board had it perks. He knew your name, where you worked from the association roster. Scrolls through your social media at least once a day, just to see what you have been up to. You don’t post much. Usually just coffee and tea orders.“Through her windows.”The silence fills the sits heavy and thick in the room. The doctor is not tapping his foot anymore. Taehyung shifts in his seat and begins to feel his skin crawl with each second of quiet that continues.“I watch her.”Taehyung lets out a rushed exhale and struggles to swallow. His mouth is dry.“Let me get you some water,” the doctor says, standing up promptly and striding to a small silver cooler in the corner. He grabs a bottled water and offers it to Taehyung within seconds."Thanks," Taehyung whispers out after he takes a sip. His hand holding the bottle is trembling. He pulls his eyes from the white space on the wall between two abstract paintings and dares to look at the doctor. Needs to see his reaction before he says anything else.“Why do you watch her, Taehyung?” Hearing his name brings him back and he snaps his eyes toward the man across from him.The doctor’s face is no longer smiling, but his eyes are fixed on him. Notices when Taehyung’s hand trembles as he lowers the bottle between his thighs and lets the bottom rest on the couch.“I like her.”He wants to avoid the doctor’s pointed stare so he decides to take notice of the red, black and gray geometric shapes on the rug, under his feet."Okay,” Jimin says and then he says nothing. Taehyung needs to look at him again. See if the doctor is looking at him like he’s a pervert. And when he does, his face is blank, like maybe the therapist is watching a familiar show on television.“Okay Taehyung but why do you watch? You used the word things. Weird things you have been doing. Looking through her windows is a thing is that all you do?”He’ll tell the doctor about the used panties, but thinks it best to keep the part about jerking in the common area bushes for his own information.“She dropped some panties while walking to the laundry facility. I smelled them and jerked off.”Taehyung's knee is bouncing rapidly. His wrists are stuffed under his armpits and his thighs are squeezing the water bottle. He feels like he's confessing his sins and it's making him sweat. He wants to leave.Taehyung takes a deep breath as thoughts flood his brain. So many fucking things make it weird. Makes it creepy. Is he really about to pay someone $75 to tell him he’s fucking weird?His eyes focus on the door and he’s thinking about how many steps he would need to make it to the knob.“I’m not going to lie to you, Taehyung. Your actions are concerning.” he hears the doctor say lightly.Five steps. It would take him about five steps to make it to the door.“I know it’s a concern. But the thing is she’s toying with me or something though.”“Why do you say that?” Taehyung hears Dr. Park shift back into his seat.“She flirts with me,” Taehyung sees all the imagery of you flashing through his mind as he shares with the doctor. “Like she says these things that are so suggestive. We’ve kissed. She’s given me a blowjob.”He looks over at the doctor. “But then after the blowjob, I haven’t seen her. Her blinds have been closed, condo dark. I usually bump into her once or twice a week.”“And how does it make you feel? Not seeing her?” Dr. Park asks as he raises his eyebrow at him.“Abandoned.”********************************************************************************Your lights are on. And your blinds are open. Taehyung’s eyes focus on the small cardboard box that has been sitting on his kitchen counter for four days. It was delivered to him, but it has your name on the front.He thought about leaving it on your welcome mat. It isn’t really that welcoming because it does have a big yellow happy face, but the words underneath simply say “Fuck Off” in script.And with a mat like that, he was worried that someone would take it. So he brought it in for safekeeping. Also watered that rosemary you keep by your door. It looked thirsty.He intended to leave package unopened. He really did. But after two days and not one light on inside you condo, his curiosity got the best of him. He would reason that he didn't realize it was yours until he opened it.Taehyung should have not opened it. Inside the box was a set of blue underwear that reminded him of a crystal clear pool on a hot summer’s day. The fabric was so thin he wondered how it would do the job that underwear was supposed to do, cover you.As the temptation to peek inside began to rise in him again, Taehyung picks up the box and marches to his front door and swings it open impatiently. Taking a deep breath, he made his way to your door, hesitating a moment before he knocked lightly.Dr. Park is in his head. At the end of the session, the doctor encouraged Taehyung to give you some space and privacy. But he doesn’t know the doctor and the doctor doesn’t know him well enough to give him advice. Also, he was just being a good neighbor, returning a package to you.He waits for a minute and then two before he knocks again. This time louder.“Where’s the fire?” you ask as you swing the door open fastly, eyes wide, chest heaving.“Y/N, hey,” Taehyung can feel a smile taking over his face and he tries his best to bite it back.“Sorry, I knocked earlier. I just,” he states as he looks down at the box he’s holding.“I got one of your packages by mistake.” He holds the box out to you. His moves feel so robotic.“Oh thank heaven, I thought someone stole it when I was out of town,” you sigh, taking it carefully out his hand and inspecting it.“I-I opened it before I knew it wasn’t for me. I was expecting a package,” he lies as his eyes search your face. He hoped your fingertips would at least grace the skin on his hand when you grabbed the box. They did not.You reach into the box and pull out the bra, dangling it centimeters from his face. “The color would look good on you, but definitely too small,” you smirk as you throw the bra back into the box and then toss the package off to the side without looking.Taehyung’s ears feel like they're on fire. Why do you work him up so much? And although he gets flustered by you, he is not ready for the conversation to end because the last time he actually saw you, you were on your knees for him and his dick was in your throat.“Out of town huh? Do anything fun?” Taehyung asks as he runs his sweaty palms through his hair.“Pfft, I wish-” you cross your arms and lean on the doorframe. He notices that the action pushes your tits up and when he catches himself staring, he quickly averts his eyes inside your place. There's a blue suitcase on the floor, next to the broom. That fucking broom.And a new achievement unlocked. Blue has to be one of your favorite colors. That dress you wear to do laundry in is blue too.“-Was out of town for work. And I’m alarmed at the amount of fast food I ate. I haven’t had a decent meal in five days.“I can make you a decent meal,” the words coming out of his mouth before his brain is registering what he’s offering.Your eyebrows raise instantly. Why do you look taken aback? You sucked his dick days ago. Maybe you regretted it?“You wanna cook for me?” You ask, leaning the side of your head against the doorframe.“I mea-”“When?” you ask, cutting him off and Taehyung has to close his mouth before he opens it again. He’s off tomorrow and then works the next few nights, picks up his kids in two.“Tomorrow?” Taehyung swallows and he hates that you make his mouth still dry up. You just look at him and for a minute he thinks you didn’t hear him. Maybe you have a hearing problem.“Okay. Your place at…” You’re smiling at him and Taehyung thinks he may be the one with hearing problems because he thinks you said okay.“What time tomorrow, Taehyung, “ you clip out slowly as an eyebrow raises up.“Is seven okay?”“Definitely okay,” you’re still smiling and now Taehyung can feel himself smiling, all of his teeth on display. His hands clap together. A tick he does to lessen the tension he feels.“Thanks for holding onto the package Taehyung,” you say as you push off the door frame and step more inside your place.“You’re welcome, Y/N,” he says as his feet are pedaling backward.“See you at seven.”Taehyung nods and grins. He doesn’t want to speak. He knows he’s grinning like an idiot. Begins to spin and go back into his apartment as you begin closing your door.“And Taehyung?” you call out just as he turns his doorknob. He hums in acknowledgement as he looks at you from over his shoulder.“I heard you can make a meal better than decent.”Taehyung's smile widens, “I think you heard right.”“Can’t wait.” And with that you firmly shut your door and he hears you secure the lock.********************************************************************************He’s washing his hands and eyeing the bottle of cologne on the sink top. Should he put on cologne or is that doing too much? He looks at his reflection and takes in his appearance one last time in the mirror.A long sleeve baby blue cashmere sweater tucked into tan pants. Ruffles his wet hand through his hair and tongues his lips. Yeah, cologne is a must. He picks up his clear weighted bottle and sprays the mist around him lightly.Before he sets down cologne, he hears a knock on his door. Glancing at his watch, he notices you’re a little early. The fact makes him smile to himself before flicking the light switch and making his way to the door. He pulls it open right when you go to knock again.“Hey,” he greets and feels his stomach lurch at the sight of you in his doorframe. He can feel his eyes roam from your face, your cleavage and down to your bare feet.“I hope you don’t mind the bare feet. I was in terrible shoes all day,” you sigh as you shove a bottle of wine into his chest, breaching his threshold and his personal space.“Your toes are cute.”He grins as he lets you in further. Taehyung closes the door but leaves the door unlocked. He wants you to feel safe. Only creeps lock the door immediately when a beautiful woman walks into their space.Taehyung is trying not to be a creep, tonight.“Well I’m the owner of those toes. So…” You walk until you are standing next to the bar chairs in his kitchen.“You’re not cute,” Taehyung chuckles, shaking his head in disagreement as he makes his way to the cabinet holding glasses.You turn to him and pout before you’re plopping onto the chair. The leather squeaking under your ass.“I’m not? If my toes are cute, what am I?” You ask, leaning forward on your elbows and letting the dark green blouse you are wearing to drape and he gets a flash of blue. Now that he looks a little closer he can see your nipple pressing against the fabric.“You’re sexy,” Taehyung coughs out as he brings out two wine glasses. You don’t say anything as he begins to open the wine bottle. Letting the task fill in the gaps of awkwardness that are shooting down his spine right now.You’re not saying anything but Taehyung can hear the leather and then your feet padding to him. The hairs on his neck stand up.“I can’t believe it,” you state softly. He finishes the pour for your glass before he turns around to offer it to you.“A good looking guy with three kids,” you begin as you tilt your glass to his. “I can’t believe that you have real wine glasses.” You tink his glass before your face breaks into a grin and Taehyung can feel his cheeks spread.“Yeah, and I also have real silverware. But I have to admit that I have plastic for the kids. They eat all the time. I would have to become a professional silverware washer when they’re with me.”You laugh at him and it makes him feel like he’s winning with that laugh. You’ve got a fucking beautiful laugh. “That’s terrible for the environment, Taehyung.”“I recycle them.” He nods before he takes a sip of his wine.“So what are we having?” you ask him, trying to peek toward the stovetop.“Oh yes. The reason you’re here,” Taehyung chuckles as he reaches for two black aprons hanging on his wall.“Why are you giving one to me? You said you were going to cook me a decent meal.” you chide as a sweet pout covers your lips and you stare at the apron he’s holding out to you.“Wow, I already have one princess in my life.” He laughs as he places the apron back on the hook and goes about putting one on and tying the straps to the front.“You still only have one. That gorgeous daughter of yours.” You spot the bowl of green grapes he placed out before you arrival and take one and pop it into your mouth. “What I am, is a good listener,” you preen as you make it back to the chair that you were previously occupying.“So, what are you cooking, Taehyung?” A self-satisfied smile paints your lips and Taehyung feels his heart thrash in his chest. You were flirting with him and it was making his fucking month.“Well I didn’t know if you have any dietary restrictions but I was thinking of Thai Coconut Curry,” Taehyung explains as he begins gathering cutting boards and his bag knife from the cupboards.“That sounds lovely,” you hum after you take a glass of wine.“I already made the rice, just need to make the curry,” he explains as he begins cutting red peppers that were nearby. He glances up and sees you watching him.“Enjoying the cooking show?” Taehyung grins as he places a saucepan on the range and begins the stove. He’s feeling his rhythm. There’s really no other place that he’s at ease in like a kitchen.“Immensely.”He’s pouring in the oil and goes back to cutting the rest of the peppers, moving onto the onion, garlic and then ginger.“That’s a really big knife.”Taehyung holds up the large blade. He loved his knife. It was a Miyabi Chef’s Knife with Damascus, high carbon core and it was gifted from mentor and his former head chef, Kim Seokjin.“It’s massive,” He agrees.“I should've already known you handle big things well.” you say slowly and when his eyes finds yours, you are literally eye-fucking him. He’s pretty sure you’re looking at him like he’s the tastiest thing you’ve seen all day. His dick throbs.He doesn’t know what to say. All he knows is to cook. So he’s moving toward the hot pan and begins adding the vegetables.“That smells so good,” you practically moan and Taehyung’s grip on the pan’s handle tightens before he flicks his wrist to begin tossing the vegetables with oil. He glances over his shoulder at you and your eyes are stuck to him.“I figured you could probably use some vegetables since you said you only ate fast food.” He admits and you lean forward and he can see that you are definitely wearing the bra that was in the package.Shit.“You’re really observant, Tae.”Taehyung can feel his cheeks turning hot and it’s not from the stove. He turns and begins adding some other ingredients – Thai curry paste, Coconut milk, coriander, salt and pepper.“Is that a good or bad thing?” he finally asks as the sound of the simmering pan takes over the room. He turns to look at you, double check that you heard him. And you’re sitting there like you are weighing your options, your eyes stuck to the ceiling.He fights the urge to look up because he knows there’s nothing there.But there’s a want to see what you are looking at.“It’s sweet,” you finally conclude as you pick up your wine glass and bring it to your lips, nodding like you’re happy with your answer.His heart is in his throat. He’s pretty sure you like him. It’s fucking weird for him to say because you did suck his dick. But for days he thought he did something wrong. And the fact that you’re sitting in his kitchen with a smile on your face with no shoes on make him weak.He makes the mental note of trying to kiss you again. Wants to feel your lips again. He’s weak for you so fucking much.You’re grinning at him and he’s grinning at you. And he can’t look away. He’s getting lost in your eyes. So weak and you probably don’t even know it.“Why do you got that dopey grin on your face Tae?” You flick your chin to him and Taehyung’s cheeks begin to hurt because he’s grinning so hard.He bites his lip and busies himself by stirring the pot, adding a few last remaining touches rather than answer your question.You know why he was smiling like that. He knew that. You were a smart, messy and dangerous woman. Your list keeps getting longer and it excites him.********************************************************************************The food is ready. Taehyung finds himself lighting a candle and dimming his lights. Before he grabbing he’s plating the food. You have made yourself comfortable at his kitchen table. He can feel your eyes on him.“You’ve got music and lighting too. I didn’t know this was a romantic dinner,” You call to him as he approaches with the meals. His face is pulled in a smile.“You’re leaning into your bowl and taking a big sniff. “This smells so good Tae,” you say before you pick up your spoon. A healthy serving goes into you mouth and you look so cute as you chew your food.“Stop watching me.”“What?”You grab the napkins that’s on your lap and bring it to your lips. “Stop watching me and eat,” you say after a moment. You hum as you take another bite.“Okay Tae. Where did you learn how to cook like this? This is honestly the best Thai Curry I’ve ever had.”Taehyung smirks as he tastes the meal he prepared. He did well. He could’ve done better, a little more salt.“I went to culinary school for two years in America. Then I came here and worked under 4-star Michelin Chef Kim Seokjin for four years. A customer approached me after dinner service one day and asked me why I didn’t have my own restaurant. Wanted to invest in a place with me as the head chef.”He pauses as he takes a sip of water. “Chef Kim gave his blessing. Also wanted to invest. So Ella’s is five percent his.” You smile at him. “You named you restaurant after your daughter?”“I did,” he nods. He’s whipped. But that’s his princess. The restaurant will secure a solid future for her and his sons.“Enough about me. What do you do for a living Y/N?” Taehyung already knows but he wants to hear you say it.“I'm a counselor for KTU university. I help students plan their academic journeys and shit.“That's great. What made you go that path?” Taehyung asks as he slurps on the broth, he winces, it could definitely use a bit more salt, but he won't fret."Hmmm I like helping students. Seeing them try to achieve their dreams. I've had some students write me some really nice notes when they graduate or get their first jobs. It's rewarding.”“But tell me Tae. What got you interested in cooking?” you add as you lean back in your chair. Almost all the food in your bowl is gone. “Professionally,” you add.“Hmm, my grandfather. Grandmother,” His elbow comes to rest on the table, hand holding his chin. Your eyes are captivating, he can’t look away.“My grandfather owned a farm and I helped work the soil for years.”Chet Baker begins crooning in the background about silver linings and the glow of the candle lights your face softly. He takes a sip of wine. And you wait for him. You don’t try to fill the silence. You allow the music to just play.“And I would take the vegetables that he grew and bring them to my grandmother. And it wasn't anything fancy. Just some potatoes here. And some greens and stuff there. Simple ingredientsBut no one made it better than her.”Taehyung’s mind flitters through images of his grandmother in the kitchen, his grandfather with dirt under his nails and the little tabby cat he named ‘Tiger’ that followed him around one summer.“When she got sick. I was about seventeen. She told me her recipes. And I would make her and my grandfather the food. And it always made them smile. And then when she passed away, and then him…I don't know. Everytime I cooked I just felt close to them in some way.”He sighs and leans back in his chair. His heart aches as he thinks back to their funerals. To having to say final goodbyes to their bodies.“It brought all the happy memories back. The flavors bring them back” he shrugs and picks up his wine glass.“It's funny that taste can do that,” Taehyung muses, but then notices a bit of curry on the corner of your mouth. He wipes it with his thumb and instantly puts it in his mouth. A habit he does with his kids all the time.“Taste is one of the best memory recalls. Did you know that?”You lick your lips, “I mean, every time I eat sweet milk chocolate I think of my grandpa. I think about the house he lived in and how he always loved to have fresh carnations. Carnations made him happy.”You sniff. “Losing grandparents is tough,” you speak aloud as your eyes drift over his face and then to your bowl.“Are you done?” you ask as you then look at his bowl.“I am,” he admits and you’re standing up and grabbing his bowl.“You don’t have to clean up. I got it,” Taehyung says as he’s following behind you as you head toward his sink.“You made me dinner, Tae. The least I can do is wash the dishes,” you sigh as you pull on his blue latex gloves.He’s pulling open a drawer and grabbing the pink pair Ella uses when she helps him. “Fine, but let’s at least do it together,” he agrees as he pulls the gloves on.********************************************************************************“Oh my goodness Tae,” you say as you place your glass on his coffee table and then you're falling into the seat next to him.“Did you like it?'' he asks. He knows you did. You thanked him after your first bite when your eyes rolled back into your head and then moaned.But he wanted to hear it again."It was soo good," you sigh as you look toward his kitchen. "Might go back for more."He's laughing and you're looking at him and not like you want to eat him. Just looking at him with the sweetest eyes.“I'm glad you liked it,” he smiles as he reaches for his glass. He hasn’t really stopped smiling."You know what Tae?"You've been calling him Tae for a while now. The nickname makes him feel closer to you somehow."I really do appreciate you cooking for me. I honestly had a really shitty day." You huff as your chin leans on your hand that rests on cushion.You keep talking."I had to give a presentation and I wore the worst shoes. And on the train home someone vomited on the same car as me." Your face screws up. "Eww," you say as your shoulders shudder."Wow. That officially sucks. And I don’t even know how it feels to wear heels all day.""I know right?" You nod bringing your feet onto his couch. He watches as you rub your toes."Can I?"Where the fuck did that come from? He used to rub Sunmi's feet all the time but you weren't Sunmi."You want to rub my feet?" You ask, looking at him with an eyebrow raised, teeth worrying your bottom lip.."I mean, I wouldn't mind. You know, to help." Taehyung’s fingers close to your feet twitch.He really wants to touch you."Wow. How are you single Tae?" You ask as you scooch back and shimmy your skirt down, preventing him to see between your legs as you stretch your legs over his thighs."I just am," he chuckles as he gingerly lays his hands on the top of your feet, his fingertips caressing the skin there.You feel so soft. He takes both feet onto his palms and begins to dig his fingers into the flesh."You have a pretty tasty cock too…what's wrong with you?"Taehyung feels his dick twitch again and all the blood is rushing down."Do have a foot thing?" You moan as he begins kneading your foot with his knuckles.Yep. He's getting hard.And you notice it."Although I don't think a foot fetish is a bad thing." You begin as your other foot begins to press against his growing erection."Wanna kiss my feet Tae?"Yes he did. Now that you mentioned it he wanted to kiss your feet. Honestly he would kiss any place you would let him.He swallows."If you're into that kind of thing. You can."Taehyung wants to.He's raising your foot slowly. You are watching him intently. He places a small kiss to the round of your pinky toe and your eyes begin to shine bright. He doesn't stop. He places a kiss on each one. And when he's done he moves to your other foot, repeating the process.He's watching you watch him. His dick is so hard in his pants it fucking hurts."Holy shit Tae." You whisper as he brings the web of your toes to his nose.You smell so good."Do you want to fuck my feet or do you wanna fuck me?"Taehyung let's the foot he's smelling skid down his face, your toes catch on his lips and then chin. You press it into his shoulder.And now he can see your panties. There’s a dark spot on them."Whatever you are willing to give me." Taehyung whispers and he can't help but squeeze his cock.You nod and then you're swinging your legs off his thighs and standing up. “This way?” You ask as you begin walking down his hall.He feels like a fucking dog as he trails after you. His feet can't move fast enough."Room on the right," he says as he finally gets on your heels.You walk into the room and Taehyung is glad he kept a lamp on in his room because you're heading straight to his bed. You fall down into it and Taehyung is on you. He's thought about you in his bed one too many times. Your lips taste good and your body is warm.Helpful. That’s what you are. You're unbuttoning your blouse as your tongue slides into his mouth. He pauses a second and unzips your skirt. His mouth waters when new flesh is exposed to him.Your fucking curves in person have no competition from the view he's seen through glass. And now you are underneath him.His body is fucking shaking with anticipation. Your blouse is lost and his hands are on your chest. You push at his shoulders and ask him to lay down.Taehyung cannot move fast enough. You’re unbuckling his belt with practiced ease as your tongue slides nastily around his neck. Licking at him like his skin tastes like candy.You pull down his pants and his boxers don't take long to join them on the floor. You are moving fast and he's having a hard time keeping up with you."Please tell me you have condoms Tae," you ask as you sit perched on your knees over him. His dick is rubbing against those lacy strings and he knows he’s staining them with his pre-cum.Taehyung takes the opportunity of you stalling to unclasp your bra and see your tits. He’s nervous to touch them but they look so fucking soft."Tae?" You snap him out of his thoughts as his hands keep caressing the round of your breasts, pinches at your perky nipples."Condoms? You ask again, your face looks so sweet right now. You're tilting your head down as him and he thinks he will never get it out of his head.“In the nightstand. But wait” he is pulling you down to his lips again. He wants to taste your tongue again. You humor him for a moment or so before you’re leaning away from him and reaching for the nightstand drawer.He realizes his mistake a little too late. Because now you are making a startled sound."These look familiar," you murmur as you reach into the drawer and pull out the black panties that belong to you."I-I," he splutters, trying to sit up while trying to keep from dropping you onto the floor. Arms holding you in place.You shut him up with a kiss. "Explain it later. But for now," you place the panties back inside the drawer and bring out a foiled package.You're tearing it open with your teeth and rolling it on deftly. You are kissing him again and Taehyung thinks he can kiss you all night but his dick is also begging for attention.“Are you ready Tae?” You ask as you break a kiss and then wipe a few loose strands from his eyes."Fuck yes," he sighs before placing a placing kiss to your lips."You're cute," you say as you wrap your hand around him and begin to line his dick up with you, pushing the panties covering your pussy to the side.He feels his tip breaching you and you feel so fucking tight. And even though he can't feel you all the way, he can tell you're wet. He's gliding in, the lace of the panties provides a spine tingling sensation down his back."Fuck Tae, you're so big.""Oh shit. Why are you so fucking perfect?" He groans.He's gonna cum. He's not even all the way in you yet but he can feel his stomach tightening, preparing for the orgasm.Taehyung is trying to keep it from happening. He's desperately trying to think of something that will slow the process. He's thinking of his kids. He's thinking of McDonald's.But then you sit on him fully and you're moaning loudly and your cunt tightens around him.He's okay. He will be okay.If-you-just-don't-move-too-fast. If you go slow.You roll your hips while lifting them and Taehyung can feel the delicious rub of your walls. And you aren't just warm, your pussy feels fucking hot.He can't help the growl that rips from his throat as you begin to lower yourself again.“Oh my God, Tae” you sigh, rolling your hips again, pushing him closer to climax."Just a minute. I think I'm gonna cum," he announces, hoping you can hear the beg in his voice. His tone is deep and almost guttural.His whole body is receiving your pussy like a live wire and every touch, kiss and stroke is jolt to his system.“I don't want to stop Tae. Not yet," you whine as you hop up and then down eagerly on his dick. He looks down and he sees only one of your puffy pussy lips, the panties tucked between them.And he's cumming.Pleasure shoots down his body and out the tip of his dick. He can feel his dick is drenched in its own cum. His toes curl, and he's embarrassed how loud he is. Your movements haven't stopped and his body is squirming with the overloaded sensation.His arms wrap around your waist and he's fixing you in place.“Please, please," he begs.Taehyung keeps his eyes closed. He doesn't want to look at you. He fucking nutted after a handful of strokes and he wants to puke. He doesn't know how you're gonna look at him.Probably like he's a two pump chump. Maybe even look at him with pity in your eyes."You okay?" You ask him as he buries his face between your breasts, nodding and trying his best to will away the tears that are forming at the corner of his eyes."I'm gonna go get a towel. Bathroom on the left?Taehyung can only nod into your breasts.You shift above him and remove his dick from you. He keeps his eyes closed. You're ruffling his hair and he wants to scream.How could he fuck this up? Everything was going well. But his dick has betrayed him. He must look like a fucking freak to you.He opens your packages. He has a pair of panties, he promised himself he would return, washed to you. He kisses your toes and pops a fucking boner.Taehyung is a fucking creep.He huffs as he pulls the condom off his dick and scowls at the betrayer that's his own junk. He ties up the rubber and tosses it the the trash bin in the corner. He misses.A deeper sigh escapes his lips and he's rolling out the bed, shedding off his sweater and tugging on his boxers before stomping toward the fucking rubber that is a reminder of his failure."It's okay, you know."Taehyung jumps at the sound of your voice. He was knee deep in his own thoughts that he didn't realize you were now standing back in his bedroom.Oh fuck. He wants to crawl into the ground."I'm sorry. I usually don't...so fast..I""Taehyung," your voice is laced with caution as you make your way back to his bed. Scooping up his sweater and throwing it over your head and down your chest, while you remove your panties completely.He frowns at not being able to see your breasts anymore."I have a question."Taehyung feels his eyebrows furrow. "Yes?" He says as he watches you peel back his covers and sees you climbing under his sheets."Do you like to cuddle after sex?"He's instantly nodding and walking toward the bed."Me too. Up for a cuddle?"Taehyung is moving fast and his nose picks up the hint of lavender from his dryer sheets but he also smells you mixed with it. It's intoxicating.He lays down and you're scooting closer to him. Your back to his chest and he hears you lawn loudly. His arm is wrapping around your waist and he's pulling you close. His nose is nuzzling into the back of your neck and he swears you hum in content as his nose touches the skin on your neck."I had a good time tonight Tae," you say as your fingers wrap around his wrist.“Best thing to happen all day…this time with you.”How do you do that? You keep making him so speechless. The words are lost in his chest."That makes me happy," is the only thing he can say. Because it's true. Even with his shortcomings you're still making him feel good. You are perfect for him.You wiggle against him. Your ass is rubbing against his sticky dick and Taehyung misses the feeling so much. Sunmi used to do that. Wiggle against him. It used to annoy him. But right now the feeling is comforting and safe. So is the small sighs that leave your lips a few moments later.********************************************************************************Taehyung can’t sleep. He’s too worked up to sleep. He tried to sleep, but all he can do is stare at the ceiling and at you.Why the fuck did he finish so fast? He even jerked off the day before just in case an occasion presented itself tonight.He rolls on his side and looks at you. His eyes begin to map your face again. Memories of hours ago zipping through his head. Your mouth opening as you rode his dick, the moan you let because of him, now etched in mind.He's not bad in bed. Sunmi always praised his abilities. To be honest, she taught him alot. How to use his fingers to find a soft spot that's about two inches in and if he curls them just so, he had her moaning.Sunmi guided him on using his tongue. How to use it and how to slide into that soft spot. He made Sunmi scream and cum on his dick more than he has fingers on his hands.Maybe he didn't have a high body count. Sunmi was number two in his life. But the great thing about longevity in a relationship is the ability to experiment comfortably.Taehyung tuned his ears to specific pitches, those sounds providing a path to Sunmi’s orgasm. It can't be that different for you.Although you were nothing like Sunmi. There had to be some things he can surely try to redeem for the shit show that happened a few hours ago even though for him it felt like minutes.You roll onto your back and Taehyung sees his sweater has ridden up, breasts one of your breasts slip from the sheet. His eyes focus on the curve.He can redeem himself. He has too.Taehyung scoots gingerly to edge of the bed and peels off his boxers. He turns and kneels while rising the end of the bed sheet. He grips it and lets his knees hit the mattress as the sheets are pulled up over his head. He uses one knee to nudge a leg wide and you squirm.Inhaling deeply, his cock throbs at the smell of you. He moves meticulously, wedging his shoulder close to his goal, your pussy. He leans and gets a deeper smell before his tongue comes to lick up your fruit. He feels the nub of you clit and he attaches his lips around it and begins to suck it rhythmically.After a few sucks he feels your legs widen, creating space to slip his arms under your legs and pull you closer to his mouth.Now having his tongue on you he doesn’t think can do without ever again. You're thick and warm on his tongue, the taste of spicy honey. He thinks the flavor fits you perfectly, your personality. You're sweet and hot. And unexpected.While dissecting the taste of your pussy, you’re moaning his name and arching into his mouth, rubbing more of your honey on his face, around his mouth and bumping into his nose.Groaning against your pussy, Taehyung unwraps his arm from around you legs and is bringing his fingers to your hole. He goes straight for two, knowing that his long slender two fingers had nothing against the thickness of his dick.And you whine and Taehyung can feel his cock pressing into the bed, providing nothing but frustration that it wasn't already in you cunt.He crosses the fingers inside of you and drills them up, letting his thumb rest against your nub. Let the thumb press and release a few times before replacing his thumb with his mouth. His tongue."Oh God, Taehyung."He sucks harder and you're ripping the sheets away. Cool air invading the warm cocoon he was wrapped in. He missed the cocoon immediately but the sight of your face as you propped yourself on your elbows made up for it greatly.Your eyes looked wild and frantic. His moves. His mouth. They have you fucked up.Hands thread into his hair pulling him forward. "Don't stop. Please." You pant. He almost laughs. For you to think he was going to stop when he was just getting started is hilarious. Not this time.No he's gonna be good. He's gonna show you why he has three kids.Taehyung doesn't fight you, sinks in deeper and licking fatter and sucking harder on nub as his fingers thump up in you. Wasn't a thump more like a thwack because your juices were spilling out of you and around his fingers.You're pulling his hair harder, it's beginning to sting. But he likes it. Let's him know he's doing something right. Also your legs are beginning to shake and your voice is growing in volume. His name repeating on your lips felt like you're cheering him on. Cheering for him to get you off.He can feel his brow creased as he pulls his mouth away from clit, watching as his pinky comes in to sweep between your slippery lips as he lapped it in the juices. He looked at your face and the tip of his cock was now wet.Your eyes are screwed up and your neck strained as your head tilts to the ceiling.He is close to finishing his goal, making you cum.Taehyung slows the rhythm of his fingers. He needed to get your attention. Your eyes on him.It works.Your eyes are slowly opening and mouth is shutting as the volume on your moans dies down."Tae-"He cuts you off by pressing his pinky into your tightened hole and now your squealing. The look on your face is covered in pleasure. Your lids lower and your jaw goes slack.His fingers grind into your softest deep spot. You're babbling. His name is rolling off your lips with stutters."Do you want me stop?" Taehyung says just loudly enough before he's leaning his lips to your clit. His eyes fixed on yours as he planted a soft kiss on your mound.You shake your head violently and Taehyung's lips part and refocus on sucking your nub, you pearl."Ah! Ah! ah! Oh my fucking god!"Oh now you're screaming. You have flopped on your back. Your hands are now pushing his face further into your gushy pussy and Taehyung is covered in you and you haven’t even orgasmed yet. His cheeks are touching your center. Your thighs are squeezing his shoulders like a vice.Then you seize and shout out before Taehyung feels your whole body quaking around him. His efforts have earned him a reward of more of your unexpected. Your juices - it's rolling into his mouth after he removes his two fingers and reintroduces his tongue.You tremble another time and he takes that as a sign of too much. He moves away slowly, rising above you as you simmer down from your orgasm. Eyes closed, face relaxed.He watches and he waits. He feels like he can wait for hours, looking at you up close as you lay under him makes him feel strong. Powerful.You open your eyes and when they focus on him, a lazy smile spreads across your face."Damn, I knew you were hot but I never thought you could eat pussy like that."Taehyung licks his lips, the taste of you prevalent. "I'm full of surprises.""I like surprises." You say simply, an eyebrow raising up challenging him, smirking up at him. You then reach into his nightstand for the second time this night and pull out a condom."Surprise me," you say throwing the latex toward him. It skids over your body and lands on your tummy.Taehyung raises an eyebrow at you. He slowly leans down with his head, and picks the edge of the condom wrapper up with his teeth.He straightens to seek your eyes and he uses his hand to pull on the edge of the wrapper. It tearing away so he could get his finger on the rubber."Turn around. On your hands and knees." He says sternly as he tosses the condom wrapper away from the action and then begins to roll the condom on."Yes, daddy "Taehyung can't believe you just called him daddy. He wonders if you had daddy issues."Y/n," he huffs. "Nothing's gonna kill my boner faster than you calling me daddy."You giggle and look over your shoulder and you assume the directed position."Okay daddy." Taehyung can't help but let you know he was serious. His hand is smacking your ass cheek harshly. You welp and look over at him."Don't call me daddy. I'm not your fucking daddy." Taehyung says tightly and you nod.Taehyung leans in and presses a kiss to your ass. It feels nice and smooth. He couldn't wait to get his cock back inside you.He lines his tip of his dick to your pussy and can feel it radiating heat and your skin is not even touching yet. Your pussy is like a fucking furnace.“Please put it in, Tae," Your voice was breathy, you seemed so in a hurry to feel him. Taehyung could feel his chest fill with pride.You wanted him.One hand grabs your hip and rolls the flesh there between his fingers. So fucking soft. His other hand wraps around his cock and feels it throb painfully. Begging for attention.Taehyung leans into you again and he's soon being met with your warm walls. So fucking warm. And so fucking wet.He feels his groan rattle at the back of his throat as he continues to slide and begins to feel all the flesh inside of you.You were squeezing him so deliciously and your moan dips in tone."Oh yes."Your perfect ass finally meets his stomach and his cock fully in you. You surround him. He clenches a bit, makes himself throb inside you and you whine out again."I need it" you whisper, moving your hips away, making him slide out. Taehyung's hand is on your shoulders and he slams you back down on his cock. You moan and lift your head up in the air.Taehyung bumps up into you and you tighten around him and he can feel your wetness dripping in his pubic hair. He looks down and sees the area shine and his cock disappearing into you.His name is coming out in loud whines. There is a wobble in the enunciation. A result from his body slamming into your ass and his cock deep inside you. But he wants to go deeper.His other hand on your hips, moves to his sweater that is bunched around you and pulls onto it forcing you deeper into his cock as he thrusts inside.And you let out a lewdful moan as your back painfully arches as you try to meet his movements.He takes his time moving but makes every thrust count, rolling his hips as he digs into you further."Tay-hyung," you stutter out. Your head banging against the back of your shoulder."Your cock is amazing," you gasp as he pushes against a tender spot inside of you. His cock gets harder at the words of praise. A grin pulls at the corner of his lips."Fucking me so good." Ah, he's redeeming. Taehyung is spurred to get you to scream his name. He wants to hear your voice raspy when you come undone. Wants you to have trouble walking and talking when he’s done.“You're fucking perfect,” he growls as his hand moves over to your hair and he yanks on it, causing your back to arch even tighter, your neck now exposed to him from this position. You are saddled on to his cock and he rolls into you. The movements are hard. Quick. Short.Only able to pull out halfway before he needs to feel you all around him again. Be all the way inside you again.You throbbing around him and spit gathers in his throat, it chokes when he looks down and sees his stomach coated in your arousal."You gonna cum on my cock." It’s not a question. Just a statement. You are so wet right now, your pussy is fluttering around him. He’s got you where he wants you."Uh huh," you whine out, eyes screwed tight in ecstasy.Yeah you are," he agrees as he strokes and then strokes harder into you, into your tender spot, and his ear picks up a squelch.“Taehyung!” You call out, voice laced with lust and panic.“Tae, I'm gonna cum”, you whine out as he repeats the same angle only harder.“Mhmm,” he hums in agreement as you tense up around, you feel so good. Taehyung's orgasm is heavy in his balls. But he has to wait this time.He’s gotta make you cum.He is not going to let the sun rise before you cum.He releases your hair, his hands move to you hips and he's fucking you hard. Using every muscle he can to thrust into you. His thighs are aching, but your ass is smacking nicely against his groin, spreading your juices,You're losing your mind on his dick. You could be speaking in tongues for all he knows because nothing that leaves your lips is making sense now. He hears his name around the ramblings but for the most part every word is broken.“Oh my god. I'm cumming!” You squeal out as your head hits a pillow and your body squeezes around him.And Taehyung can't stuff the growl that turns into a groan as he watches you shake. He keeps the pace, and you continue to twitch and sputter. And he's in his fourth stroke when realizes the next one is going to make him bust his load.You lift your head and look back at him and Taehyung's teeth are clenching together as his cock twitches and then spills into the condom.He hears you moan heatedly as he slams into once more. He stills and he can hear both of you breathing hard and shakily. Taehyung's fingers dig into your skin and you moan again. He lowers his head and presses his lips to your shoulder and then the middle of your spine before he feels the energy to move again.You fall flat onto the bed, body bouncing slightly onto the mattress.Taehyung watches you as he rolls off the sticky condom of his length, and ties it deftly. He joins you on the bed, his fingertips reach under his sweater and trace down the skin on the side of your torso."Taehyung," you purr as eyes open slightly, and the small smile on your face tightens. He’s worrying a bit. Can feel his stomach drop. He doesn't want you to say anything. Not yet. He just wants to be near you for a few more minutes. Hope you’ll stay a little longer.His bed is warm and the room smells like you and him. And the sensation numbs him and calms him."That was a surprise." You smile wider, and it reaches your eyes, your eyes shimmer in the darkness.He feels his cheeks pull apart and then his cheeks begin to ache as he gets lost in your eyes again..“What do you want as a reward?”His cheeks are beginning to loosen. He doesn't quite understand what you mean. And his face must give it away because soon you are explaining yourself.“For giving me surprise. Keeping your word. What do you want in return?" You ask say you bring your hand up to his face and your index runs down the length of his nose and you boop it, adding a toothy smile.Taehyung can't help the small laugh that leaves his throat. You are cute."Stay the night and say good morning." Taehyung says as he grabs your wrist and places a kiss on your still extended finger.“Is that it?”“That's it,” he whispers back to you, nuzzling his head into the pillow. He feels content. And he doesn't want that feeling to end. Not yet. He hasn't felt it in so long.“Ok,” you grin and then you're leaning in and placing a long and soft kiss on his lips.“I can't believe you deliver dick like that and don't want to be called daddy,” you mutter as you turn your back to him and wiggle your butt closer to him again.Your body fits perfectly against it.. He instantly wraps a hand around your waist and pulls you closer. If he can’t be inside you, he at least wants to touch you. He wonders if he will ever get a chance to sleep with his cock nestled inside you.He sighs into it. Taehyung hasn't felt this at home in years. His space feels safe. He's not going to reply to your quip. You clearly get off on teasing him. You do it well.“I like you Taehyung.” You sigh.“I like you too y/n.”“Now go to schleep,” You say and it's cute so Taehyung giggles, his chest bumps into your back"Sch-leep?"“Mhmm" you’re yawning loudly again"I'll see you soon." You whisper. There's a moment or two and he hears your sighs breathe out. Your shoulders rise and fall in a steady rhythm.Taehyung is happy. He's still grinning although the curtain of sleep if weighing on him.His fingers squeeze your stomach, testing that this all really happened and it's not some sick dream.And you complain sleepily as his fingertips touch and Taehyung takes a moment to recap all that happened tonight. Kisses your neck.How his world looked completely different yesterday as it does right now. You are in his bed. And he is so happy. His mind thinks about tomorrow.Will you still be here when he wakes. Would you keep your word?"Tae?” you whisper sleepily.“Yes, Y/N?”“We can talk about my panties being your drawer in the morning.”Taehyung can only stare at the ceiling.

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Pairing: Taehyung x fem readerSummary: Taehyung has had a taste of you. But it's still not enough.New to this series? Don't worry. Read One or Two, Three, or FourWord count: 13kRating: 18+Genre: DILF!AU -- Smut really and kinda yandere if you squintWarnings: E G G S (🥚🍳) Cuddling, dick pressed against ass, fingering, Taehyung is gonna eat reader whole, protected sex, blood, does anybody read the warnings? Let me now if you do,. Anon and non-anon is kewl. Back to it, cum, female receiving and Taehyung drinks it down like grape kool-aid on a hot summers day, oh his fingers, his fingers and hands are prominent, Don't ask me why. If you don't know. google it. I'm not your mama, Listen there's cock and pussies meeting. Just cum in and read, That's all I got.A.N: What you want me to say? If you think Ima ask forgiveness that's not gonna happen. I'll see you in hell assholes. Hiyeee @ignorethissign8 @sabrinareadsbts @scribblemetae.Welcome to my H-E-L-L.PLAYLIST[Song suggestion: Telepatia by Kali Uchis]You’re wiggling in his grasp. Taehyung’s hold on you tightens. He’s not ready to let you go. Not yet. His erection is pressed between your soft asscheeks.“Are you always this clingy in the morning?” You rasp out, your voice sounds raw. A smile creeps up on his voice when he remembers making you scream his name in the middle of the night.“Good morning,” Taehyung hums, pressing his hard dick firmer against you. He’s not going to answer that question.You don’t care, he can feel it. You sigh and turn in his hold, coming to rest on your back and he slips his arm from under you. He repositions so his chin is resting on his hand, his elbow supporting the weight. He can't help but slip his other hand under the blanket, seeking your warmth with his fingertips. They find your hip and you’re stretching noisily, smiling at him.“Good morning,” you smile at him as his fingers trace up the skin on your side. The flesh underneath is morphing into a soft, warm, bumpy path. His dick hardens as he realizes he’s affecting you. Your hands thread in his hair and you’re tugging him down to your lips. Your lips are sweet on his.He loves waking up like this.He’s about to go in further, his hand crawling to your wet heat, but you’re gasping and pulling away. “Fuck, what time is it?” You ask, eyes wide. Taehyung groans as he pulls back and looks over at his phone that’s charging. “Almost 8:30.”You’re moving away from him and throwing the covers off of your body. Taehyung sits up with your actions. You're frantic and wild. He smiles as he watches.“I really would love to do whatever I think we were gonna do,” you say as you scavenge the room with your eyes until you spy your skirt. “But I’ve got to log on to work, I’ve got a Zoom conference call in forty-five minutes.” You pull your skirt on, but you wiggle a bit as it skims your hips, fasten it efficiently.You remove his sweater that’s on your form and throw it onto the bed. Your tits are jiggling as you paw through the tangled bedding. His erection throbs achingly, instantly reminding him of his horniness. Taehyung is acting fast.“Can I make you breakfast?”“That’s really sweet-” you find your blouse in the sheets and you’re pulling it on, fastening only a few buttons. “I wish I had the time but today I actually need to shower and look presentable.” You spot your bra and you’re lunging for it.“I make eggs quickly.” He says reaching into his walnut dresser drawer and pulling out a pair of black plaid flannel pajama bottoms. Your movements slow considerably, now that you’re somewhat dressed well enough to walk the few meters to your place.You’re eyeing him and Taehyung runs his hand through his hair and then scratches at his stubble. “You look really fucking hot,” you murmur. He’s smiling again and taking a step toward you and your body turns with him.“I make really fucking good eggs,” he teases as his hands settle on your hips again. He leans in and places a kiss on your lips. And then lowers and places a kiss on your neck. You smell like him and his cum.He loves it.“I will have to eat and run...”“I don’t care,” he hums as his nose traces up the column of your throat. Another kiss is placed.You sigh. “Okay, I will be back in like twenty?” You kiss his lips once more and begin backing out the bedroom door.“I can make eggs in five,” he grins as his eyes meet yours before the door shuts.You leave too easily. It bothers him. He wants you to linger.Taehyung rushes to shower, hurrying to wash off. He wants to make sure he doesn't waste too much time on himself. He brushes his teeth and hastily pulls on a pair of jeans and his culinary alumni forest green sweat-shirt with gold lettering goes over his chest.He makes his way to the kitchen easily while rubbing a towel frantically through his hair. But it doesn't deter him from pulling his refrigerator open and pulling out the fresh carton of eggs he got from the farmers market a week ago.Coffee.You liked coffee. No, you were obsessed with coffee. You posted a new coffee story on IG every day.Soon he's moving to his cabinet and pulling out a mug and placing it in his coffee maker. The towel that helped dry his hair is forgotten on the counter. He grabs a pod, inserts it into the receiver and then presses the start button on his Nespresso machine.The motions were uncomfortable since he hardly used the expensive machine. The only reason he had it is because his friend Yoongi gifted it to him. But only did so when he came for dinner and realized that he didn’t have a coffee machine or coffee in general. This thing showed up two days later. And Yoongi a day after that to have an honorary coffee as ‘provider of adult beverage’.Just as he picks up a pan to place on the burner, you're walking back through his door. No knock given. Glancing at you he sees you've chosen a purple blouse with black dots and black tight, ass hugging pants. Gold earrings hung from your lobes and a matching chain clung to your neck. You were perfect. So polished."I thought you would be done by now, Tae." You muse as you saddle up next to him. Watching him pour oil into the pan.[Song suggestion: Blue Spanish Sky by Chris Issak]"How do you like your eggs?"Your hand grazes his shoulder and Taehyung feels his hair stand on end again. It itches at his skin. Now that he's been between your legs. He's been inside you. He’s not fully satisfied. The slightest touch still has him losing focus. In an arena that he feels the most focused. The kitchen."Over-hard."Over-hard?He gets that request maybe once a month at the restaurant. But he does not peg you for an over-hard woman. Maybe you would be classic and want scrambled but over-hard eggs were mediocre. It didn't match your personality."What?" You ask as he looks over at you. He realizes that his eyes may be wider than usual and his mouth is agape."Are you serious?" He asks, straightening up and turning the heat down on the pan. He wants to give you time to change your mind. You could not be an over-hard girl.Why wouldn’t you just say sunny side up?! I mean it's the same damn thing...just the presentation is more beautiful.You're beautiful. Only beautiful things should go in your mouth.The coffee machine whirrs down and beeps that the latest cup is ready. Taehyung is moving toward it, his eyes fixed on you. Waiting for you to say more."Are you really asking me if I'm serious about how I like my eggs, Chef Kim?"Taehyung scoffs as he snags the mug from the coffee maker. "Dead serious. How a person likes their eggs speaks volumes.""One sugar. One splash of cream, right?" Taehyung asks as he moves toward the refrigerator to fetch the creamer.You nod as you watch him. After Taehyung pours the cream and reaches for the sugar bowl he realizes that he may have revealed just too much.He remembered how you like your coffee. Watched you while you prepared a cup before an association meeting. It was filed away in his brain."Most of my customers like their coffee like this," he lies as he hands the cup to you. "Thank you," you whisper as you look down at the cup.“I'm pretty basic, I guess," you assume as you pull the cup up to your lips."You're not," he quickly interjects, his palm up to stop you from speaking. He makes his way back to the stovetop, flipping up the carton of eggs and grabbing one, the shell feels cool on his fingertips. Temps him down. He begins to feel back in control."You like your eggs over-hard." He says as he cracks an egg and deftly adds it to the pan. It instantly sizzles and Taehyung moves to the window above his sink and tugs it open."Hardly anyone orders their eggs over-hard, in my experience," he says, backing away from you to check on the egg."But you deserve better. More. Over-hard eggs are on the edge of rubbery, hard to swallow. It's the spices, salt and pepper that overtake the true flavor. You deserve eggs with more flavor," he hums as he moves back to the pan.You raise your eyebrows at him and a small smile tugs on the corner of your lips as you watch him add salt and pepper to the egg. "Why's that?""Because you're full of flavor my darling," Taehyung shares unabashedly as he grabs another egg and adds it to the pan next to the already frying egg.He hears you huff and your bare feet plod away before circling closer. Glancing over his shoulder he can see you leaning on the counter opposite him."So what kind of eggs should I eat, Tae?"Taehyung flips the first egg. And then the second. It looked soft. Takes the time to gather his thoughts before he answers."To be honest. I would think you were more of an over-easy egg kind of woman. Over-easy eggs are the right medium of cooked eggs and eggs in their natural states. It's the best of both worlds. Natural and flavorful. To be and be unexpected. That's how I see you. Experience you." Taehyung guns, emphasizing his last point by pointing his metal spatula toward you.For the first time. You don't have a fast comeback. You're silent. But your eyes are flickering between the pan and him.Taehyung can feel a smirk pull at his lips and he turns his back to you to hide it. Busying himself with sliding the first and then second egg on two separate plates.It's been five minutes since you walked through his door. He looked at the clock the moment you walked in.Balancing the plates on one hand, Taehyung grabs two forks from the drawer to his left. "Egg one and egg two." He announces as he places two eggs before you on the black countertop bar."Taste what you think you are and then what you actually are," Taehyung says pointing to the over-hard egg and then the over-easy egg.Your eyes roll slightly as you take a fork from his hand. You are a brat. He knows it now.To his surprise you try egg two, first. You don't bat an eye, just do so, looking him right in the eye.You don't say anything, but Taehyung takes the opportunity to pick up your coffee cup and take a sip. He makes sure to press his lips to the lipstick stain that you smeared there. He wants your flavor back on his lips.“It's really good,” you admit, your fork slicing through the egg and breaking the yolk. “You can have the other one,” you announce as your eyes pull to the clock on his oven. It is 9:10.Taehyung didn't fight you. Even though over-hard eggs weren't his favorite. He knew he cooked it well. It was still edible. Good even.Pulling the plate near him now that he's on the opposite side of the bar top. Taehyung takes a bite and the taste of the earth, salt and pepper fill his mouth."So my panties," you begin and Taehyung's eyes shoot up to yours immediately. The conversation switched quickly. He thought maybe you had forgotten about it since you were in such a hurry to make your conference call."Why do you have them?" You then wrap your fingers around the yellow mug and bring it to your lips. Taehyung pushes away from the counter and goes to his refrigerator to grab a container of apple juice."You dropped them one day," he says as he reaches for a glass and starts to fill it. His fingers are shaking again. A little of apple juice doesn't make its way into the glass and instead lands on his black countertops.Taehyung takes a sip of his juice before continuing, "I was going to give them back…" He can't look at you. Nope."Why didn't you?”He must stay busy. Clean the mess he made. Soon he's grabbing the towel that dried his hair and rubbing it in circles, swabbing up the juice droplets on the counter."Did you get off with them?"As you say this, Taehyung hears the stool scrape against the floor. The clatter of a fork on porcelain. And his heart is bumping in his chest. But then again, the pounding moves up toward his throat as he hears you grow closer.There's a clatter to the sink next to him. "Look Tae," you sigh and it pulls his attention. He wants to look at you. The moments of not looking at you this close up is torture even though his shame is covering his body in a thin film of sweat.You're biting your lip and tilting your head at him as your hips lean against the counter."Just tell me why you kept the panties. Just tell the truth... if you want to keep...fucking me."Taehyung takes a deep breath and it shudders in his lungs, his lips trembling with the intake.What are you offering? That if he tells you why he kept them will earn an opportunity to see you again. Be inside you again?You step closer to him and he can feel his body tense up in anticipation. His body is picking up on the possibility you may touch him. He so wants you to touch him again."Tell me," you whisper as your body presses against his side. Your round, soft breasts are warm against his arm.It's not only this that turns him on. It's everything that's you trailing down that makes his body tingle. You feel warm and your perfume smells so good. His head lowers instantly, his nose barely skimming an area of where your chin meets your neck.He can feel your fingers creeping into his hair, your fingernails are skimming along his scalp and it's creating a fizzing sensation in his stomach in its wake."They smell good." He huffs as your face grows closer to yours. His eyes are on the dip of your clavicle, he can see your pulse. The skin beneath it thumping, it matches his heartbeat."Is that so?"Taehyung still can't meet your gaze. He can feel your eyes. They are burning his skin. He feels cold and hot all over. Like he has a fever.The fingers in his hair are sliding out and now are on his burning cheeks. Your hands squeeze his cheeks and it finally prompts him to seek your eyes.When they meet, you're smiling at him. Your eyes are bright and shining. His heart that's in his throat suddenly is dropping down to his gut."Thank you for breakfast," you murmur before you lean in and press your tender lips to his. You linger for a moment before you press away."And thank you for telling me the truth," you confess into him again and he hopes you will stay a bit longer. Your breath fans around his face and he takes the moment to breathe you in.Taehyung likes you so fucking much.You just fucking thanked him for telling you why he had your panties in his nightstand drawer. Next to his bed. Next to a bottle of lube and a box of condoms. And now you're stepping away from him and then your back is to him as you head swiftly down his hallway.He's trailing after you and your direction is his bedroom. His hopes get up. That maybe he will be rewarded by sex or maybe even an opportunity to taste you for a minute or two.But his hope is short lived.Because you are opening his nightstand drawer. And then your black panties are balled in your hands and you're clutching them tightly as you shake them by your head."Hope you enjoyed them. But these are my faves. They're coming back home with me." You giggle and begin walking toward his doorway.The doorway he's currently blocking.And he can't find himself to move fast enough. He's stumbling backward, down his own hallway, his feet tangling together as he tries his best to remain upright. He doesn’t want you to take them. The panties. He’s grown fond of them. Smells them once a day at least.The moment you both are in the open area that breathes the living room, kitchen and dining area, Taehyung pauses to see where you are headed next.His brain is moving slowly. He can't think of anything to say. All he can do is watch as you maneuver easily around him and toward the front door. He wants to ask to keep the panties. But he doesn’t."See you later Tae," you declare as you walk out the front door with a small smile on your face.Bewildered.That's how he's feeling right now. Your perfume is still filling the air. Yet the space feels so empty now. And he honestly has no idea what the fuck is happening?Are you mad at him?Do you think he's a creep like he thinks he's a creep?Taehyung palms his face. But before he can spiral into his thoughts his phone is ringing. Rushing to his nightstand, he sees it's his Sous Chef, Jeon Jungkook."Yeah," he barks."Hey chef...you okay?" Jungkook asks, his voice filled with trepidation.He feels bad. Jungkook was a great friend and a better right hand man. There was no reason to launch his anxiety at the young man."Sorry Jeon. Just a… weird morning. What's up?""That order of asparagus that was supposed to be delivered last night never came through." Taehyung can hear the clattering of pans in the background."I called the vendor and they said a few drivers got sick but our cases are ready. I would pick them up but I'm prepping for the Arya party tonight like you instructed. Can you-""I got it Kook," Taehyung interrupts, already moving to his nightstand to grab his wallet. His eyes pull to the bed and his mind flits to you spread before him."Are you still there chef?"Taehyung coughs his way back to the present. "Yeah, yeah, sorry. I'll see you in thirty. I'll pick up the order."He needed Jungkook to keep up with the prep for the rehearsal wedding dinner party for the Arya family. It was a thirty person party, seven courses and would cover the restaurant's expenses for at least three weeks."Thanks chef," Jungkook sighs."It's cool Kook. I'm closer anyway," Taehyung says as he grabs his shoes from the closet by the front door and pulls them on his feet.*****************************************************************************************The Arya party went great without a hitch. And they tipped Taehyung's staff generously. He was feeling good as he climbed the stairs home. The day began strangely but all in all he felt warm even though it was chilly out.In less than twenty hours he had finally been inside you, got to feel you. However he got one of his most recent covetous treasures taken from him today but on the other side his restaurant profited nicely today.The good outweighed the bad. And even though you grilled him about the panties. You still told him you would see him later.As he rounds the corridor he notices a small brown paper bag like the ones you get from bakeries hanging from his doorknob. The handles twisted rolled twine.Slowing his steps as he approaches, Taehyung looks around to see if your door or Maya’s at the end of the corridor has the same type of bag. They do not. Doorknobs are bare.He stops before the door and eyes the bag. There's writing toward the bottom, but it was in pencil and hard to see. It blends well.Replacements smell good. This one is just for you Tae. -Y/NHis dick reacts immediately. It's not what he thinks it is. Is it? He wants to look inside the bag. See what you left for him. But not here. Not fucking here. Not in the corridor.He's fumbling the key into his lock and turning it clumsily as the other hand is tearing the bag off the handle as his weight juts the door ajar.There's no reason to turn on a light.Okay, he doesn't want to turn one on.He doesn't know if you're home. He was so distracted by the bag that he can't remember if your lights are on or not. But he doesn't want you to see him. Not when he's reaching into the bag you left him eagerly.Nevertheless he's locking his door and opening his entry closet so he can kick his shoes off. He will put those away properly later.The shoes are nothing. The only thing blazing in his mind is to see what's in the fucking bag.Walking into his dark place like the back of his hand, Taehyung makes his way to his bedroom. It's only in the comfort of his bedroom he dares to introduce light. Clicking on the lamp on top of his nightstand. Instantly the room is filled with a fairy white glow.He places the bag gingerly on the made bed and he takes a deep breath, noticing his fingers were trembling when he sat the bag down.Maybe he should tell a doctor about his shaky hands. Maybe he would tell Dr. Park.Running his fingers through his hair once, Taehyung finally chooses to spread the folds of the bag apart. And once he does he's met with pink tissue paper. Whatever's inside is wrapped with care. The tissue paper has hardly any wrinkles and it looks almost professionally wrapped.His fingers touch the paper tentatively and there's somewhat a thickness under his touch. They grip around the package and he retrieves it from the bag gingerly. Doesn't want to wrinkle the paper.Taehyung needs to sit down. And so he does. Just inches to the right of the bag. He looks down at the wrapped object in his lap and he can see the beat of his heart against his sweatshirt. The fabric is rising and falling in thumps.Unwrapping the tissue paper carefully he can't prevent the gasp that escapes his mouth. It's the fucking panties he fucked you in the night before.He's hard. It happened quickly. And he can smell you. Smell you before he brings the lacy item to his nostrils.But when they reach them, he's groaning loudly. They smell even better than the black pair he kept and used for weeks.Taehyung takes another sniff as he stands up, his erection scratching against the fabric of his jeans.He ignores his hard on. He's got a new mission. To preserve. He needs to preserve your smell. What if he never gets to smell you up close and personal ever again?As he's making his way to his kitchen, Taehyung is smiling widely. He's full of joy and want. He feels fucking giddy.Taehyung feels like he wants to crawl inside you. That's how bad he wants to know more about you. Crawl into your brain and know what you love and what you hate. What turns you on and turns you off.Your scented panties feel like a revelation to him.He opens his cupboard and pulls out a pickling jar, popping it open, and then taking one more sniff of your divine before he's stuffing them inside the container.Screwing the jar tight, Taehyung's mouth waters as he can still smell you under his nose. He licks his lips as he carries the jar back to his room.He doesn't put it in the nightstand.No. Not this time. He's learned from his mistakes. The jar goes in his bedroom closet. Top shelf. Away from prying eyes. And away from those who dare to take something that now belongs to him. Now. And only for him.*****************************************************************************************[Song suggestion: Medicine by Dayglow]"I have something I want to discuss," Maya screeches, standing up and waving her hand frantically.It's the association's monthly meeting and there's about five minutes for the meeting to conclude. And it's just like Maya, the windiest talker, to want to have the last say. As always.What else is there to talk about?They've talked about adding a free library to the grounds for children to exchange books. Something he nominated because Chet says there's one in his old neighborhood. She loves to see what books are available in the tiny house stand that holds the items.They talked about the fall neighborhood block party. They've even talked about the decorations around the condo during Christmas.Taehyung removes his glasses and pinches the bridge of his nose. He glances over at you. You promised him he could fuck you after the meeting and that's all he can think of right now as he watches you uncross your legs. He wants to be buried between them.He just wants to leave and be under you. He doesn't have the kids this week which had led to days and nights of being able to fuck you to his heart’s content."Maya Martinez, you have the floor then." Yoongi, the president of the association and coffee fiend, announces boredly. His microphone slips out of his grasp and rolls on to the table. The feedback makes the kids in the room screech excitedly."This is regarding the noise complaint I filed a week ago on Treasurer Kim Taehyung, resident of 2B," she begins and Taehyung feels all the eyes in the room roll to him. He swallows and shifts in his seat as Maya’s eyes finally land on him.Fucking Maya."I really need him to get his intimate partner to stop waking the whole first and second floors up in the middle of the night."Taehyung nods and then looks down at his papers as if they held an answer to his crippling humiliation. He knew you were loud but he didn’t know everyone could hear you."We have jobs. Things to do the next day. And I really don't like being woken by whoever, screaming like a wild cat."Snickers and laughter fills the room and Taehyung wants to crawl under the desk. But he tries his best, to pull his eyes up. To appear unaffected."Monica!"Oh fuck you're standing up."Have you tried ear plugs?" You ask, raising an eyebrow as your head tilts toward her.Maya turns toward you. Her eyes are icy. The look on her face was full of disgust."My name is My-yah. Maya. And I have tried earplugs, but I shouldn't have to do that. Taehyung should tell his partner to keep quiet," she hisses out as she squints in your direction. A few residents with children take the pause in discussion to get up and proceed out the room."Fine, fair enough,” you finally say, breaking the tension. “I will try to be more quiet, when Taehyung fucks me," you hiss out before you turn and look at him before retaking your seat.A few hoots and laughs erupt in the room.His chest is filling with pride and his embarrassment is waning.You just announcing that it was you that was screaming in his place makes him feel fucking lucky. He’s smiling hard. And Maya’s face is of utter shock.Taehyung is grabbing the microphone Yoongi abandoned. “Yes, we will try to keep it down…in the future.” He looks over at you and your smile matches his own.*****************************************************************************************[Song Suggestion: Summer Madness by Kool & The Gang]Taehyung’s running up the stairs. Dinner service was brutal. People love eating year round but something about Autumn approaching really motivates people to eat well. Customers were demanding left and right. And while the profit had been great for a Thursday night, when he left the restaurant he was more than exhausted.He's been thinking about you all day but now that he was steps from his place and your place, he felt revitalized.Entering his condo hastily, Taehyung kicks off his shoes and heads straight to his bathroom removing his clothes along the way. But he gathers them and stuffs them in the hamper that resides in the small closet that sits within his bathroom.As he starts the shower, he takes a moment to brush his teeth as he waits for the water to warm. He’s gonna go over to your place and eat your pussy. You already texted him and asked if he would. And he agreed promptly.After he showers, he pulls on some black sweats and a black shirt. Unlike you he doesn’t want to walk barefoot across the corridor. He needs his slippers.Smoothing back his hair he knocks on your door lightly. He’s had sex with you four more times since the first time. All at his place, but tonight he was going to be in your place.He was so fucking curious.He's seen you. And not just for sex. Sometimes you would just hang out before leaving in the morning. He hadn't seen you in a few days and since he was scheduled to pick up kids tomorrow he really was hoping for a little time with you before doing so.Taehyung doesn't have to wait long before your door is pulling open, but it's not you standing there. It's a woman. But it's definitely not you."Uh," he begins. Taehyung can feel his brows knit together.He looks behind him. Yep. That's his door 2B. And 2A is on the door in front of him but this is definitely not you. She's cute, wearing purple pajamas with koalas on them but she's not you. She is definitely one of your lady visitors. He’s seen her before.And her dark eyes are raking him over. Taking in his outfit, puffy sandals and his damp hair. Taehyung shuffles his fingers through his hair nervously."I'm sorry I was looking for-""Hey Tae,” you chirp, your head dipping over your friend’s shoulder. Your chin is resting comfortably there and one of your hands is grasping a filled wine glass that's sweeping loosely yet tenderly around her waist. The two of you are close.Not just physically. There’s a visible emotional comfort."Hey Y/N,” he breathes out. He's happy to see you. You look so cuddly. You've got pajamas on too. They're blue and white stripes with red hearts. They look soft. Silky. Just like you."I thought-""Y/N did you say Tae?" A shrill voice calls from inside prompting everyone gathered at the door to turn their attention to inside your place.Up pops another head. Like a prairie dog out of a hole. And Taehyung instantly recognizes her as lady visitor number two."Is this Taehyung from across the hall?" She asks, shouldering you and your other visitor to the side."Hiyeeee," she says as she takes prime position. He notices you roll your eyes as you make you way further back into your place."I'm Denise, Y/N’s friend. And you are…” her eyes begin to roam all over him and Taehyung can feel his cheeks burning. He wants to say something, but he doesn’t know what.“Dilf,” she adds and now your other friend is chiming in. “and I’m Geena. Come inside Tae. Have a drink,” she urges as her fingers wrap around his wrist, brushing your friend Denise aside.He looks at you and you're looking at him. Your face is covered in emotions but he can only recognize amusement. Your friends are toying with him and you look entertained.He will allow it. He will do anything you want.If this makes you happy. If getting grilled by your friends keeps you around. Taehyung will persevere through it.He thinks maybe you know it.Geena is strong, even though she’s much smaller than him. He’s yanked through the threshold and it’s only when he’s six long strides inside that your friend's firm grasp releases.“I didn’t mean-didn’t know.” He rambles as he looks between the three of you. All of you are sizing him up and he can hold none of the gazes.“Once a month,” Denise says as she turns to the countertops and grabs a bottle of wine and then walks to the cupboard. She’s comfortable in your home. Taehyung’s not surprised. He’s seen her knocking on your door frequently. Well as frequent as a visitor he could tell you had.He looks at you again as Denise fills a glass and offers it to him. It’s quiet as they all watch him take a sip. Taehyung has to swallow hard. All the attention on him made it very hard to force down anything, even his own spit.“Once a month, for what?” he asks after he finally pushed the dry wine down his throat. His eyes bounce between the three women who seem to be having their own conversation, but only with their eyes.You speak up. “We have a girls night once a month. I forgot tonight was the night,”The small blonde’s strong arm is filling in the gaps. “Typical,” Geena shrugs toward you. “We rotate. And this month it’s Y/N turn to host,” she finishes turning back to him and taking a sip of her wine.“It’s like her turn all the time,” Denise mutters as she brings her glass to her lips.“I definitely have a four month streak,” you giggle, eyeing your friends.“Bitch you know that both of us stay ninety-nine percent of the time at our homes, right now.” Geena screeches, her glass moving so wildly that Taehyung worries the red wine is going to spill all over her or your wood floors.“We like it here,” Denise shares. “She knows that,” she further whispers in Taehyung’s direction with a small wink.Your friends are cute. Taehyung can feel his heart soften as he witnesses the three of you banter. Reminded of his friends back in the neighborhood he shared with Sunmi. He hadn’t seen them much. All of his buddies wives’ were friends of Sunmi.Sunmi stayed there. Choices were made. He can feel his mouth pull into the frown as he thinks of the loss.“Taehyung,” Geena calls, breaking him out of his thoughts of his old life. “You’ve hardly touched your wine. Is everything okay?”He instantly takes a sip of his glass as his eyes quickly take in the almost empty glasses in all the women’s hands. “Fine, just a long night at work,” he huffs as he sets the wine glass on the island counter before him.The girls nod and begin to chatter about their day. But Taehyung begins to fade it all out as Denise begins a long-winded story about her car not starting the day before.They like your place. Yes. He understands why. Taehyung likes it too. It’s cozy.You have a very worldly style. Like you have traveled a lot but still have a lot to see. Your walls are painted a dark teal. It’s a bold choice. Matches those sheets you were hanging in the common area.Your couch is white. But it’s filled with gold pillows and pillows with abstract shapes. And several throws strewn across it. No doubt cuddling with your visitors before he intruded.How can you possibly sit on the couch without being eaten up by all the pillows?But the thing he likes the best? Your walls are covered in art. All kinds. But he does notice that you like surrealism. You like the strange, the odd.These kinds of things would tell some that you are flighty. A dreamer. This would be true. If it weren’t for the littering of green plants covering your space. Flighty people don’t have plants. Plants require care. But not that complicated of a thing at the core. Three very basic things. Water. Sun. Attention.Flighty people can do the first two but the third one. The third one, attention. Well this sheds a different light on you. Yes, you move freely, everything about you screams 'go with the flow'. Just in physical movements. But in reality, the fact that you had so many plants told him that your feet are still firmly on the ground. Your head may be in the clouds, but your feet are still rooted in the earth.You. Are. Fascinating.He notices that the conversation around him dies down as he surveys your place. Taehyung pulls his attention back to the women in the room and all eyes are on him again.“I should go,” he announces, draining the rest of his wine. “It was really nice to meet you Geena and Denise,” he says as he approaches your sink and fills his now empty glass with water and swirls it a few times before dumping it out.It’s clear he’s intruding on some sacred ritual and all of you have tolerated him enough. He’s not going to eat your pussy. Not tonight. That much is clear.“I’ll walk you out,” you say as you place your glass on the island and move with him toward the door.“Byee Tae,” the two women say in unison. Fingers fluttering at him and shit-eating grins on both of their faces.You’ve talked to them about him. He’s certain. Not sure what but he’s ready to go home. He was standing too close to fire. He wasn’t ready for this tonight. He was only ready to taste you.[Song suggestion: Move into Me by Bad Sounds ft. BROODS]As soon as the door closes behind you, you're on him. You’re backing him into the wall panels of the building and your lips are placing feverish kisses around his mouth, cheeks, chin and his neck."You look so hot," you whisper as you dive into his mouth and Taehyung's cock is quickly responding as your hips swivel and grind. Your pubic bone against his crotch.His hands wrap around your waist and slide down to your ass cheeks. Each globe fits his hands perfectly. His fingers grab tightly causing you to whimper against his lips."I totally forgot about girls' night. I should've texted you," you whisper as one of your legs rises up and clamps to his hip.Taehyung understands the assignment.His hands still on your yummy ass, he is lifting you. He spins you and your legs wrap around him as he pins you into the wall and now takes his turn to grind his swelling cock up against your mound."I love them but FUCK do I wish they were at home," you gasp as you meet each of his thrusts."Me too," he huffs as you shift, bending his legs so your ass sits on his knees and one of his hands moves from the wall. He wants to touch you. He wants to make you feel good.Two of his fingers slink under your pants and press against your slit. And your head knocks back and hits the wall, your mouth pulling open with a gasp.“I wanna fuck you,” he groans as he eats up the moan you release from your mouth as he gathers your leaking juices and inserts two fingertips inside you, letting his thumb flick against your clit.You squeal in response.“I can make you cum quickly. You know I can.”He continues to slide his fingers in a bit more and then pulls them back out while his thumb flicks back and forth on your nub. It's so fucking swollen. And you're so fucking wet.Your legs tremble around him already."Let me make you cum," he hums as he lets his two fingers slip deeper inside you, again. You're nodding your head as his mouth works your jawline, the very tip of his tongue tracing the curve of your chin.He wants to fuck you. But he knew that wasn't going to happen. Not tonight. Not as long as your friends were right there. And the fact that if he got inside of you right now, he will want to draw out your pleasure as long as he possibly could.Keep you under him as long as possible.He’s maintaining himself with you. Now? He’s not nutting so fast when he fucks you.The way you look right now was making him so hard that he could feel his cock drooling with precum. The top of his cock was pressed to your stomach. He made the daring mistake of pressing his body forward, causing his dick to throttle against your stomach. And he couldn't bite back the growl that thrummed from his throat. His fingers pushing further into you like his cock was trying to feel your pulsing muscles around his digits by osmosis."Fuck Tae. Make me c-""Excuse the fuck out of me?!"Both of you are gasping as you look in the direction of the screeching voice. Your legs are unwrapping from around him and his fingers are being ripped out of you with the movement. While at the same time, Taehyung is trying to set you down on your feet somewhat gracefully.It's Maya. She is standing at the top of the stairwell and her mouth is a gaping void as she squints at the two of you."Monica. Heeey," you wobble out as you adjust your pajama pants. Taehyung's eyes stay on you. His fingers are still wet from you and his dick is still hard.He doesn't care that Maya is there. All he cares about is you. He'd fuck you in front of her if that's what you wanted. At this point he would do anything.He can hear Maya getting closer, her heels clacking against the corridor floors. As she grows near, Taehyung inches closer to you and puts his palm flat beside your head on the wall.His erection barely presses against you and you are trembling again."You two are literally outside of your homes. Please fuck anywhere besides the corridor." She gripes as she stomps by the two of you. Taehyung glances up at her and sees that her eyes are focused on you. The stare is steely and hard."Fuck off," you spit over his arm. Taehyung's other hand is reaching up and his fingers are pressing into your waist."Cool down darling," he whispers out and he feels the muscles under his grip tense and release. He looks over at you and you're already staring at him.Both of you stare at one another and Taehyung can hear Maya fiddling with her keys and unlocking her door. But he can't bother to look in that direction.Maya is nobody. She is nobody to him. All that he sees is you.He leans to kiss you and you're moving forward to meet him halfway when another door opening bumps around the corridor. "Y/N? Heeey, sorry," Taehyung hears as your lips finally touch his. It’s one of your friends’ voices.He can feel you smiling. And Taehyung is now smiling as well.Both of you grinning so hard that your lips aren't even touching anymore. Just regarding each other with smiling eyes."I have to go," you whisper out as two balled fists begin to press into his shoulders,"before they come out here by accident in another minute." Your lips caress his again before they're providing another press.You’re so fucking sweet.It's sweet. This kiss. There's no sexual intentions behind it. Just a sweet kiss.Soon you’re ducking under his arm and making your way to your door.“Tomorrow?" You ask as he finally gathers himself to look at you.Your eyes dance to his erection and Taehyung grips it from the outside of his sweats. Immediately. His grip around himself was tight and aching. You shuffle in place and he can see your inner thighs pressed together tightly before they release."I pick up my kids tomorrow." He says, leaning back against his door as he lets go his dick."So?" You say turning the knob but nothing more, making no attempt to press against the door.He shrugs as he crosses his arms on his chest.He doesn't know what else to tell you. Did you want to hang out with him and his kids? And if so, why?“I’ll stop by and say hello to your little monsters. They’re part of you,” you beam in response, shrug and then giggle before you’re pushing your way inside you place"Have a goodnight Tae," you call over your shoulder. And then all he can hear next is the cacophony of giggles that erupt behind your door when it finally shuts closed.*****************************************************************************************[Song suggestion: Euroafrica by Ohm Guru and Wise Koala]"Daddy, I wanna put pineapples on mine." Ella whines picking up a can of the yellow fruit. The bandana in her hair matches his own. It’s red and has paisley patterns. All of his kids' hair is long. Just like his. The tied ends bounce as she shakes the can in her grip."Princess are you sure? You think cheese is too spicy,” Taehyung shares as he helps Chet roll out his pizza dough. He's not really helping, just supervising. Sprinkling a little flour here and there so the dough sticks together and not on the table."Well I think pineapple on pizza is delicious. I will eat it, if anything," you announce as you waggle your hand toward Ella. A big smile spreads on Ella's face as she plants the can firmly into your palm before she's shimmying back to her seat.You pop the lid off and hand it back to his daughter. "Put as much as you want kiddo. I'm game," you say to her before grabbing the jar of sauce and begin to spread it messily on the dough before you.At least your pout about not having a bandana has faded. He offered his and you rebuffed him. But it wouldn’t have helped. You're making a mess. You’re stubborn. You refused an apron again.There's a drop of sauce on your shirt and there's flour all over your knuckles. You don't look concerned at all. Not about the mess at least. All your focus is on your pizza. Piling it with cheese, then onions, garlic and peppers. You also add the leftover roasted beets he made for dinner. You seem to have an interesting food pairings."That looks good Nat. Are you ready to put yours in the oven?" Taehyung asks as he surveys his son's personally created pizza consisting of cheese and hot dog slices."Mmhmm, but I want to put it in this time Dad."Taehyung rolls his eyes. Nat has stopped calling him daddy. Only calls him Dad now. Says he's not a baby anymore. And only babies call their dads daddies. "Okay bud, but I have to take it out," he huffs, grabbing a pair of black oven mitts and sliding them on Nat’s hands.He watches attentively as the boy slowly gets up from the dark wood kitchen table and balances the small pan of pizza in his hands. Taehyung goes to open the oven."Dad," Nat cautions as he watches him. "I said I wanted to put my pizza in." He says his eyes squinting with annoyance.Taehyung's hands raise to his face, palms out. "Dude, you're putting the pizza in," he explains. "I'm just opening the oven door. Can I do that?"Nat scowls at him. "Fine, but that's it." He bites out as he gets closer to the oven and Taehyung feels an itch to step in and help. But he knows Nat wants to do this. He's been insisting on doing many things by himself. Saying he's about to be ten and almost a man.Taehyung had to keep from laughing. But he knew what he meant. Nat and Chet watched Ella the nights he had to work dinner service. He would get home around 9:00pm and she would be already in pajamas. The boys did well. They all said they didn't want a babysitter anymore. Sunmi and him acquiesced.Nat carefully slides the pan onto the rack and when he shuts it a big smile fills his face. “I did it,” he exclaims as he reaches his hand for a high-five. Taehyung gives him one but then pulls him in for a hug, smushing Nat’s cheek to his stomach.“Don’t grow up too fast,” he leans down to whisper in Nat’s ear. His son smells like tomatoes and cheese and Taehyung loves it. He then ruffles Nat’s hair before he’s placing a kiss on his cheek. Nat is escaping his clutches. “Daaad.” Nat whines as he wipes his cheek and glances over at you.Yeah, you’re watching and Taehyung can’t help but look at Nat and recognize the embarrassment on his face.“I still gonna kiss you when you are a grown man and have a beard. Get over it.” Taehyung huffs as he makes his way back to the table to check on Ella’s and Chet’s pizzas.He’s in the middle of walking Chet to the oven when your phone goes off on the kitchen table.Taehyung eyes pull to the screen and he sees “Hoseok” flash on the screen before you flip the phone over.“Not important?” Taehyung asks as he takes a seat next to you and takes a sip of his Coke.“Not right now,” you answer as you grab a slice from Ella’s freshly baked pizza and take a bite.You begin making hissing noises as you fan your mouth. It was less than a minute ago when he advised Ella to wait for the pizza to cool down before taking a bite. Stubborn. You’re a stubborn woman.Taehyung shakes his head at the thought and looks at Nat who is thoroughly enjoying the pizza he made, every bite produces a pout on his lips.Cute.“Daddy can I put on a movie?” Ella asks as she scoots from the table with her plate in hand.“Sure, baby. A movie sounds great,” he responds as he stops her halfway to the sink with his arm and yanks her toward him so he can give her a kiss on the cheek.“Donut lady, do you wanna stay for the movie?” Ella asks as she places her plate in the sink and then rubs at her eyes. She’s getting tired. He doesn’t blame her. They’ve been nonstop all day. They attended two birthday parties and now the day was ending like this.His focus is pulled back to you as you stand up. Your shorts are bunched between your thighs as you stretch, a small squeal emitting from your throat. His eyes eat up your curved asscheek.“Yeah you can,” Chet says when Taehyung doesn’t answer. He forgot to answer. He got lost in looking at you. Three days slash nights. You have been over for three days while he’s been on daddy duty.The two of you had hung out the last three nights. Him in full dad mode. The first night you had knocked on his door right before dinner and volunteered to help wash the dishes as you pulled out the dinnerware that he served the meal on the first night you had sex. Insisting that he should not use paper plates or the chipped porcelain.But there was no kissing. There was no touching. Just heated stares and flirty exchanges.Taehyung is putting away the remaining pizzas when he sees you and Ella jump up during one of the songs in the animated movie. And he watches the two of you. You scoop her up into your arms and bounce around and his princess looks so happy.Her giggles fill his ears.He tries his best. He does. But he fails. His eyes kept being pulled to the jiggling happening under your shirt and your shorts. Your movement is reminding him of you riding him. A thing you did so well. Not that he was ever surprised.And after the song was finished you wiped your forehead with the back of your arm. He saw sweat glistening off your neck and a fresh shimmer to your legs.That's when he knew he needed to taste you. Wanted to taste your skin. Your sweat. Your pussy.Once he caught your eye, he inclined his head toward the bathroom, chin lowering while his eyes darted in its direction and back to you. His legs wobbled in anticipation as he hurriedly stuffed the slices remaining into the fridge.Would you understand?He was getting hard and he adjusted himself as you watched. Your eyes skimmed his gaze at first but then caught the movement of his chin and immediately flitted to the bathroom when your eyes met again.Message received.You are letting Ella’s toes touch the floor. “I’ll be back,” you half-whisper to her before heading to the bathroom. Nat and Chet’s eyes are fixed to the screen. Ella makes her way between them and crawls under the white fluffy fleece blanket stretched between them.Taehyung begins to count in his head. One hundred and twenty was his goal. That was the average of his kids asking for something. Two minutes. The little monsters are quiet. They’re leaning on one another. Their eyelids are heavy with sleep as they watch the colorful characters on the screen.It’s 8:52pm, just a few minutes before bedtime.But he can’t wait.When he gets to one hundred twenty, Taehyung takes slow measured steps. His stride is long as get to where he needs to be. Quickly. Efficiently.[Song suggestion: Desire -Slowed by Hucci]The door is unlocked. His body collides with yours. His hips are pressing into your ass and urging you forward. Your legs hit the counter and your ass bounces against him in retribution.He leans into you and tilts your chin, capturing your lips over your shoulder.And fuck. There you go. You’re tasting like chocolate again.You are a fucking temptress.His pointer finger digs into the elastic waistband of the tiny, thin, brain-fucking annoying fabric you call shorts. You've been prancing in front of him for the past two hours. He wants them gone."What the fuck?" You hiss as he lets the shorts fall to your ankles.His hands push up your dumb t-shirt about coffee ‘being life’. Again he's met with just skin. You’re not wearing a bra.How the fuck did he not notice that?"The fuck…" he hisses and his fingers seek your nipples. Twists them as he takes in your face in the mirror.Your face screws up and your lips are puckered tight as a whine comes from your throat."How bad did you want my dick?" He whispers, remembering that his kids were only a few meters from the bathroom.With that fact known he can't help but trace one hand to your cunt. Fingers sliding between your slit and slipping easily to your entrance.It’s been twenty seconds. You haven't answered him. He's learned another thing about you after fucking you the last few weeks.You are a brat.You want him to push you. Choke you. It only took him the second time fucking you for you to beg for him to "squeeze the life' out of you with his "massive hands."Massive.You like that too. Anytime he used that word your eyes fucked his body. They bore into him like you wanted to devour him. He loved it. He wants you to devour him.It's happened.But he is feeling different right now.Right now, he doesn’t want to be devoured. He wants to consume. To eat you up. He needs to taste you. Needs to feel you around him.He’s tried to be a gentleman the last few days. To not be a fucking creepy perv. But right now, the creep in him is worming out of him.It’s your fault, he reasons as he wraps his hand around your throat and tilts your head back onto his shoulder. His lips land on your neck and you moan.You came over half naked. In front of his kids. His pre-teen boys were having one hell of a time trying not to ogle you.And he was going to let it slide. Maybe just a happy slash weird accident.But that was before he caught your eye as you licked marinara off your finger. Licking at it thoroughly as your eyes held his. And then it only got worse when you sucked on the tip of your thumb. Wiping the smudge of chocolate that dolloped onto your thin white shirt after Chet insisted that summer couldn't end without one more s'more.You were a big fucking tease. And the worst part of it was that you acted so innocent after you did it. Giggled. The giggle is almost like a bell jingling. A tee-hee.Tee-hee? You tee hee’d and Taehyung was gone.Better yet his dick was done for.Over and over again his dick keeps getting hard around you. Not like full-mast, but at least a chub will grow for you.But today? For over an hour. His dick has had a mind of its own and his brain was at a constant war to knock his cock soft again.For the sake of his goddamn kids.That’s what he reasoned. He cannot get hard. He’s fucking helping his kids make pizza. He cannot think about how it’s been over seventy-two hours and many minutes since he was last tasting you.And then you fucking have the audacity to dance with his daughter in almost nothing. You’re a heathen. You’re an unapologetic heathen.You are intoxicating.Your tongue is pulling him further into your mouth and he loves the warmth. Your breath is hot against him. He wants to breathe you in.Turning fully toward him, you're sliding back on the counter and your legs wrap around his waist, your arms loop his neck.In response his fingers are landing on your hips. He begins to take small steps away from the counter as the kiss resumes and then deepens. The sound of your lips and tongues attaching to each other filling up the room.And he's tugging your ass back and forth. Each tug gets you centimeters closer to the edge of the countertop. You're moaning into his mouth as your pussy grinds into the blue and gray mosaic tiles that design the surface. Your hands are in his hair, pulling him closer."What's wrong?" you pant out, eyes prying open as he stops tugging you forward and pulls away from your lips.You're furrowing your eyebrows and your fingers are now gripping the collar of his black tee desperately.Taehyung decides to not answer with words. The quieter the better.He slides to his knees, his mouth lining up with your pussy. His arms wrap under your knees and bring your thighs to his shoulders.His hands land on either of your waist and he's pulling you forward again. Letting your ass hang off the edge of the counter as your pussy meets his awaiting mouth.He’s so ready for you.Taehyung has let his freak flag wave.The past few days have been torture. He’s rolled up his freak flag. Stuffed into the deep recesses of this closet.It has been very, very hard for him to keep it locked up.His tongue meets your clit easily. He’s been outlining your pussy for days. Thinking about where he would put his mouth when he gets the chance.Right now his tongue lies flat on your entrance. He wants direct sourcing. And your taste is leaking on his tongue instantly. You moan loudly and he pops off immediately."Shut the fuck up," he growls but a smile soon spills and he's stuffing up into your heat as his mouth goes to suctioning your clit. It's slippery and swelling rapidly against his tongue.“Fuck,” you hush out as one of your legs kick up and land back on his shoulder.He releases your bud and slides his tongue to lap at the top of tissue in your entrance, teasing it as his middle finger slides in longingly against the roof of your hot walls.The destination is known. That soft spot that makes you whimper.He finds it in a few strokes. And he's there now. In. Out. Stroke.And there IT is.The taste that is just you. It's spilling around his finger and it's saturating his tongue.His dick hurts right now. The taste of you is witchy. Your smell and taste have him weak.“You look really fucking pleased with yourself,” you whisper as your fingers grabs the long strands at the crown of his head. You roll your hips and he's earning more of your juiciness.Taehyung’s groaning as you throb against his lips. He won’t refute it. Your words are a compliment.He was fine until you said that and began releasing onto his tongue. Spilling your honey with abundance and moaning his name airily.He wants nothing more than to be buried in you. And Taehyung lets his dick guide him. You're gonna cum but not on his mouth. You have to cum with him deep inside you.Raising off his knees, keeping your thighs in the crook of his arms as they slide off his shoulders, he’s reaching around one of your legs as the other hand tugs down his pants.Just enough to get his whole dick out.Taehyung did not want a half-ass attempt. He’s waited over four days to be back to you. If he was going to get interrupted by his kids, he wanted to be fully sheathed into you and not just his tip.He's got so many inches to give you, afterall.“Condom?” You ask as one hand of yours presses against his stomach.This annoys him. He wants to jam his cum deep into you.He had told you he was clean and he hasn't fucked anyone but Sunmi. You insisted you were clean and on birth control. That was it. You didn't offer the exact date of when you last had sex but just that you felt more comfortable to sticking with condoms.Everything screamed in him that you were fucking other people. But he’s not going to ask. Not yet.And definitely not fucking tonight.His arms pull away from your inner thighs causing them to swing down violently. Your heels meet the slate gray cabinet doors with a thud."Oh!" You yell out as you look up at him with surprise."I gotta get the condoms.” Taehyung says with a shrug as he reaches into his medicine cabinet and grabs a box of condoms. And a new box. One he bought days ago after he noticed the carton in his nightstand drawer was dwindling.As he rolls the condom on himself he feels your stare. He’s upset. But he’s also fucking horny. He’ll wear the condom now. But hopes one day he won’t need to. Maybe get you pregnant someday. Make you his.“You gotta be quiet. If my kids knock on this door while I’m fucking you,” he begins as he moves back between your legs. Eyeing your entrance, noticing that you’re clenching and unclenching as your fingers pull on your nipples.“I’ll stop fucking you.”He says it because he means it.He has to be a good dad. He wants as much time as he can get with his kids. Even though visitation is set at the moment he didn’t want it to change. So happy to have them every other week.“I’ll be quiet,” you sigh as the tip of his cock begins to press into you.His hips roll and his dick is barreling into you at an alarmingly slow but persistent rate. But you’re gasping. Your fingers are on his body, your nails are scratching into the skin of his ass.Taehyung’s hips roll again and your head is banging back into the mirror situated above the sink and your eyes roll into your skull.“Oh my god,” you moan loudly and Taehyung's hand is back on your throat. His palm is gripping tighter against your jugular. And when he pushes, just… so, you are drizzling over his cock.A thick, syrup coating his cock. Your eyes come to look back at him and they are glassy. Unfocused. You're lost.“Fuck you’re so messy,” he mutters as he rolls his hips away, causing his dick to slip out.“Please,” you gasp instantly, focus resharpening as his grip on your neck adjusts. Your fingers are wrapping around his wrist. The grip is dry and tight. And sure.He rolls his hips again. “Please what?" he grits out as his dick plows deeper into you again.Fuck.Four days is way too fucking long to be away from this pussy. The creep in him begins to berate:"This is where she’s meant to be. Right here.""She's made for us. Feel her grip around us. Listen to her moans."Taehyung has been holding it in for a while. His thrusts are getting harder. The knot in his stomach is growing heavy in weight. Like a rock. And it keeps drilling lower with each whimper you make.You feel so fucking good. He thinks you’ll kill him if he was ever to feel you without the rubber barrier.“Don’t stop,” you wheeze as your fingers tighten around his wrist. And he responds. His grip tightens and he can feel your pulse under his palm.Fuck. He feels powerful. He thinks he can take everything away from you if he wants, right now. He could take away your breath. He could take away your pleasure. Render you useless.Your pussy is fluttering around him. And he swears that the same pulse he’s feeling under his palm is the same pulse his dick is feeling in your delicious cunt right now.“Whatever you want,” Taehyung hushes out as he pulls his dick from you. “My dar-ling,” he stutters as he rolls deeper into you. His dick shovels between soft spots and yet the head of his dick is blocked.“That all of you?” he slurs out as he pulls back and rolls up into you again.Your eyes tug open and you’re looking at him with confusion.“This your cervix?” he drawls again as he withdraws hotly and slides into you again at an easy relentless pace.He’s earned a squelch and your trembling legs. Tears are in the corner of your eyes. And he releases your throat for a moment to thumb at them.“You can tell me to stop. I can control myself,” he murmurs. Your eyes are so glassy. You’re fucked up. Fucked up on his dick.“I will. But don’t stop.” you sniff. “You’re doing great,” you giggle and Taehyung thinks the giggle sounds a bit like a person who has lost touch with reality. It’s high-pitched. Mad sounding.Your finger wraps around his wrist again. And now you’re pulling his hand back to your throat.“Choke me. Fuck me, Tae,” you whisper.His brain takes no time to accommodate you. He’s jamming his cock back into you. He can’t wait anymore. He’s been really fucking patient. But he’s been thinking about fucking you any chance he got.His hand is wrapping around your throat and the deeper he gets into you, the more that he bumps your cervix and hearing your squeaks he knows you're too get closer. His forehead is pressing into yours as you grow louder.He thought the choking would help. Keep you quiet.It has not.He’s removing his hand and now he’s forcing his fingers into your mouth. Just two.“Fucking bite them as you cum.”He rolls his hips harshly as the other hand moves for your hip and settles on your stomach. He’s pushing down as he rolls up and you’re crying.“Don’t scream. Just cum.”The most beautiful tears he’s seen in his life. Tears are spilling down your cheeks as your teeth clamp down on the middle knuckles. A whining noise squeals from your throat and the hand around his wrist tightens.You broke skin. He can feel his knuckle aching around your teeth. A bit of his blood is on your bottom lip.Taehyung slams up into you again as his hand lets go of your throat. You take a big inhale of air and suddenly your pussy is gripping his cock tightly. You’re floating. He removes his fingers and replaces them with his tongue.Copper.His blood is in your body.And that thought alone has him groaning lowly, his nose burying into your neck as he unloads inside the latex. Thinking and wishing that one day he can unload into your womb. But he stays there for a minute. He has to, your pussy is a damn vice on his dick right now.You’re panting hard as his lips work over your skin. Over the place on your neck, his hand had gripped. There are faint marks. His cock twitches inside you and you’re trembling again.He lowers your legs down gently and slowly disengages his dick from your puffy walls. So puffy. He did that.Taehyung bends and places a kiss to your entrance and you’re gasping. “Holy shit Taehyung, you lit-”There’a small knock on the door, cutting off your words.“Donut lady? Have you seen my daddy?”“I’m here princess,” Taehyung answers as he shoots a look to you as he pulls the condom of his dick. He double ties it and then tosses it in the trash.“Are you okay?” He asks as he offers his hands to you which you accept graciously, sliding off the counter with wobbly legs.He did that.“Yeah,” Ella replies woefully and Taehyung can tell she’s leaning against the door. He tucks his dick back into his pants.“I’m just tired. And miss my daddy.”Taehyung feels himself wilt. He’s fucking you instead of spending time with his kids. Is he a bad parent? Twenty minutes made him just rethink his whole life.“I’ll be right there. We’ll cuddle okay?” He says and you’re looking at him as you pull your pants up. Fix your shirt. And your hair.“Mkay,” she agrees lightly and then he hears her feet pad away.“I should go,” you say as he begins the faucet so he can wash your hands.“You don’t ha-”“I gotta get up early tomorrow.” Your hands grip the top of his waistband and pull him to you. Your lips are millimeters from his. You kiss him hard at first. All lips, so soft. And then the kiss gets feather light right before you lean away from him.“Thanks for the pizza, Tae,” you whisper. You kiss him one last time before you’re moving to the bathroom door. “See you around, neighbor” you say as you throw him a small wink and a smile and then close the bathroom door behind you.As he washes his hands he can hear you saying bye to the kids. Can hear Ella protest loudly that you’re going home. And Taehyung can totally understand where she’s coming from.*****************************************************************************************[Song suggestion: Different State of Mind by Kid Bloom]Every other day. That’s how often you’re coming around his place. And not just for sex. He was in the middle of watching a really good show on Netflix when you knocked on his door. Per usual you were barefoot and holding a bottle of wine.“Want some company?”“You know I do.” Taehyung smiles as he closes the door and then heads to his kitchen for a wine opener and glasses. You’re making yourself comfortable on his couch. You always sit on the left side, which is where he keeps his throw. You’re always cold.There were a few times the throw was abandoned behind the couch and if that happened you wiggled your toes under his thigh. He loved it. He should hide the throw blanket.He sits beside you and even though the throw is there, you wiggle your toes under his butt anyway. You’re cute. He reaches for the wine and comes in for a kiss.“No sex tonight Tae,” you say as you lean away, back sinking ot the plush armrest.He nods as he redirects his focus to grab the wine bottle. He unwinds the foil from around the cork. “Okay,” he shrugs as he corscrews into the cork. “Can I ask why though? Bad day?”He’s pouring a glass. The blend in the glass is deep garnet. You liked good, bold red wines. He offers you the glass and your phone that’s now on his coffee table lights up with a notification.‘Text message: Hoesok’You don’t seem to notice, sighing as you take the glass with a thanks before you’re bringing it to your lips. You take another deep breath and exhale slowly.“It has been a day,” your fingers tap on the wine glass."Want to talk about it? he offers, settling back on the couch as his left hand rests on your arm.Your phone is ringing.‘Hoseok’You slide your toes from under him, and Taehyung removes his hand from your arm as you go to reach your phone.You pick up the phone and turn it over, laying it flat on the screen on his coffee table.The room is quiet. You stare at your phone for a second more."Do you need to answer that?"You look at him and shake your head. You scoot back onto the couch. Sitting traditionally.Something has shifted and Taehyung can't help but think it's because of Hoseok.Who the fuck is Hoseok? A brother? A friend? A lover?"Are you sleeping with other people?"Taehyung brings the wineglass to his lips and takes a sip as he watches you process his question.He doesn't know why he's asking so abruptly. Nothing he did around you made no sense to him.Your mouth opens like a fish and then it flips closed again. An exasperated laugh leaves your lips."Are we doing this right now?" You ask turning your head to him, eyes are pulled into slits. You're bothered by the question - that much is evident.“Are you bothered that I asked you that? Do you think I know?” He adds a shrug to emphasize his point.You’re rolling your eyes and the wineglass gets exchanged for your phone on the coffee table.“Tae, I don’t think we should have a conversation like this right now.” you huff, standing up and grabbing the wine bottle.Of course you would take the wine bottle.“Oh, the timing is wrong? But me fucking you with my kids a few feet away is okay?” He asserts as he too, places his glass on the coffee table. Makes sure he joins you in standing.Taehyung is boiling. You acting way fucking aloof. And that’s saying something. You’re always aloof. But now you’re acting aloof and bothered.And deep down inside, he knows it has to do with Hoseok. He just doesn’t know how.He doesn't want you to leave yet. He wants answers. He wants to know if you like him as much as he likes you. If you’re fucking other people.“Wow, Tae,” you say in response, your eyes are wide and you look like he smacked you in the face with that statement.Maybe it was too harsh.He’s moving forward and placing his hands on your shoulders. He notices you flinch. He needs to slow down. The muscles under his grip are taut so he loosens his grasp.You are scared.“I’m, I’m sorry Y/N,” he huffs as a hand slides down his face. He takes the wine glass out of your hand and places it back on the coffee table.“I’m sorry,” he says again and is wrapping his arms around you. You are sweet and warm. Always so warm.“I know you had a bad day. I just-”“Tae, if you wanna know if I like you... I do.” You lean back from him and place a kiss to his lips.“Hoseok is a…friend,” you place another kiss on his lips.“And I’m on my period,” you confide, kissing him again and a shy smile rests on your lips.“I’m gonna get some schleep,” you add wearily. And he can’t help but pull you in for another hug. You looked like you needed it. You squeeze him back lightly.His lips skim your ear. “You know I’m totally okay with period sex. If that would make you feel better,” he smirks and you’re groaning and pushing him away by the stomach.“I don’t think we’re there yet, Tae.” You roll away from him and make a beeline for his front door. He’s close on your heels and he beats you to the door, opening it widely for you.“And keep the wine Tae,” you say as you kiss his cheek fastly as you walk past him. He watches as you tiptoe across the corridor. You did that every time.You are opening your door and waving to him as you step in.“You’ve got more wine in there, don’t you?” Taehyung asks as he leans against the doorframe.“You know I do,” you say as you wiggle your eyebrows at him and close your door.Huh, no lock, Taehyung thinks to himself as he lets his own door come to a close.

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PLAYLIST - Added more to Creep 3, but you can find links below as well
[Song suggestion: Take me where you heart is by Q]
“Rawr!” Taehyung is rounding your hallway, hands up, stance wide as you make your way into the space. You squeal and stumble back. His hands wrap around your waist and tugs you closer. You’re shaking. Like a leaf in the autumn wind.It’s cute. The way your fingers clutch your chest. Like that would help you.“Tae,” you scream, palm smacking his shoulders. He’s laughing heavily, his stomach is clenching so hard it feels like a workout. “Why do you like scaring me,” you ask as you push him away, a pout sitting on your lips.“Because you look so damn cute when you’re scared,” he chuckles.His hands remove from your waist. And one is clutching his own stomach, the other propping his upper body up on the thigh.Taehyung can only see your bleary form because his eyes are filled with tears. Lungs screaming for air.Tonight you insisted on watching a horror movie together because Halloween was right around the corner. But minutes in he thought it wasn’t the best idea. You jumped at everything. Even when he wrapped his arm around your shoulder.“Oh my god, you’re so weird,” you warrior-cry right before you’re lunging at him and jamming your fingers under his armpit, tips tickling his hair there. You’re playing unfair. You went for his soft point.Soon his knees are buckling and meeting the floor as his chuckles bubble up in his gut. He’s laughing. But you can’t hear it. They’re all stuck inside his throat now. Tears are running down his face now and he can’t keep his mouth closed.Taehyung can’t see you but he can feel your warmth. So he reaches out fastly with his arms and they’re wrapping around you. His hands land on your ass. He’s squeezing automatically. He’s a giggling mess but his need for you is always right there. Right under his skin.Taehyung is pulling you down to him and you wiggle and squeak as his teeth bite into one of thighs.So yummy. So fleshy.“Ow, oh my gawd Tae,” you call out as he gets you on your back on the floor. Your fingers are reaching up and wiping his eyes. He can see you clearly now. Fuck you’re beautiful. Your face is full of happy. Your eyes are glistening and so your grin is wide and bright.“What?” you ask, tilting your chin to him, legs wrapping around his waist.“You’re beautiful,” he says honestly, feeling his throat bobble. The statement is the good honest truth.Except he thinks you’re more than beautiful. He just doesn’t have the right words yet.Your smile dims a bit and your hands are bringing his face to yours and then they slide down his neck and grip on his shoulder blades. His lips are on yours and then your tongue is in his mouth.Fuck, his dick is pressed neatly into your crotch. Your pieces fit perfectly with his.He’s growing harder. And the harder he gets the snugger his cock pushes against your mound. You break the kiss with a gasp, and when his eyes open he sees a small smile on your lips. He feels his eyebrows pinch together. And as soon as they do your fingers are waggling under his armpits again.He’s laughing again. But now, he’s also squirming all over you. His body is heavy and pressing you harder into the floor as he tries to contain his laughter. But then he squirms a certain way and you’re moaning under him. Tickling him forgotten, your fingers are digging into his biceps. “Fuck,” Taehyung hisses out as he presses a palm down on the floor to help him lessen his weight that’s on top of you.His other hand cups your breast. Fuck, it feels so good. A nice weight in his hand. He squeezes and then let’s his thumb circle over the fabric you have on. Your nipples are already hard. And now your hips are lifting and grinding into erection.Your breasts are great but he needs to touch your pussy. Smell it. He slides his hand down, he cups your heat for a moment, letting his middle sink inside slowly and your heel is pushing onto the floor and scooting you away from him.Taehyung has good reflexes because he’s crawling with you instantly. Your head meets the hallway wall and he’s shifting his weight again. He’s on his knees and pulling down your panties off your legs. You leave one leg up a bit longer and he’s taking advantage of it.  It gets hooked around his bicep. He spreads you wide. Your scent is rising up to him and his cock is pulsating in his sweats. He bends and licks up your cunt once. And your nails scratch at the wood beneath you.“Inside. Now. Please,” you pant, tilting up so your hands can paw at his dick. “Okay let me grab a condo-” Your legs squeeze around him and your pussy tilts to him again. The move beckoning his dick inside. Like the flute that lulls a cobra into submission.“I’m on birth control,” you heave and repeat the action again. And Taehyung finds his hand moving down his stomach, slipping under his waistband and now gripping at the base of his dick.He clutches his dick firmer as he notices how fucked up you look. He hasn’t even done much yet. And you’re begging for him like he didn’t just fuck you into the mattress two hours ago. You had used condoms then.But now you’re offering your pussy on a platter. Begging to be fucked into the ground.No rubber. No fucking separation from you and, him. You move to your elbows. You’re reaching toward him but Taehyung ignores you and moves his other hand to your pussy. His fingers sweep fastly back and forth across your clit many times before they slide down and are met with your sugary sticky fluid.“Ah. Yeahhh” you moan. Your fingers are scrambling with his sweats’ waistband. He doesn't stop you. But he doesn’t help you. One of his hands is on his cock. The other, on your pussy.Taehyung has seen you in many ways now. But not this needy. You looked like an addict. Someone who was willing to do whatever they needed to do to get their pleasure.“Please Tae, just fuck me,” you whine as he slithers his middle finger back into your pussy. You always appreciated two fingers. Loved three. One was probably just teasing you.“I said please,” you implore, your eyes wide and misty as he continues to lazily stroke into you.Your eyes divert to his bulge. Taehyung almost forgot about his dick. You really look like you want to see it. So he peels the sweats down his waist, letting them stop below the curve of his ass. His cock popping up and over the top.“Shit,” you whisper out as you gawk at his erection.From this angle his cock towers over your form. He feels like a king surveying his Kingdom.You’re closing your mouth and gulping audibly. His cock fists into his hand and a snarl releases from his lips as he thinks about being back in you. Your legs are still wrapped tight around him. You look so perfect. He needs to take this moment in.Every moment with you he needs to record into his brain.Taehyung's certain you want to fuck him raw. But he needs to hear you say it. Admit it out loud.He sees you take a deep breath and hold it. You lower your head to the ground. The back of it makes a small thump on the wooden floor. Your eyes change as you release the breath you were holding. Your pupils sharpen.You’ve regained control of yourself.Fuck. You are amazing.“Tae?” you lilt softly, a coy look painting your features. There’s a small smirk on your face. “Come fuck my throat.”He’s dripping onto his knuckles. Your words and the look on your face is making him leak.His pre-cum puddles up wetly from his slit and his ass tenses. You fuck him up. Everytime he thinks he has you figured out. You change on him.“C’mere and let me gobble this tasty dick, Tae,” you tee hee and your legs release his hips. Fingers fluttering on the tip of his cock. “Don’t be shy,” you prod further, opening your mouth and your hands sliding your shirt up, displaying your soft round mounds to him.He must’ve been staring too long because now you’re giggling again. You’re dangerous when you’re giggling. He’s learned that now.“Wanna fuck my tits, Tae?” you ask, grabbing and then pushing them together. He’s nodding dumbly before he realizes it. He wants to put his dick many places. And he most definitely wants to put it between your tits. Taehyung knees crawl up your body until is cock is hovering between your tits.He pulls his eyes from them. Already thinking about how fucking good it's gonna feel. Looking up at you, he sees your tongue out. But you're yanking it back inside your mouth only to say, "spit on them. Fuck them." And then a smile creeps across your lips as your tongue slides out again. Mouth open. A groan rattles from his throat and then he's gathering spit in his mouth. He lowers his head. You're watching him intently. Hands still groping breasts. Fingers pinching at the peaks.You loved to be pinched.His saliva slips down his lip, and streams down to your valley. You sigh and push your breasts together as more of his spit joins and begins to foam from your actions.Your tongue is waiting for him.He positions himself. Lets his hips lower as his palms land a little above your head on the flooring. His fingers dig into the baseboard of the wall.Sliding. He's inching between your smoothness. There's a gurgle sound. It’s coming from him. The wet noise came from the back of his throat as his dick coasts along your soft spit-covered skin.Your breasts feel so warm. And his spit feels so thick. And as his cock rubs up, the head smacks the flat of your tongue.Once contact is made, your tongue licks his slit. “Fuck,” He grits his teeth and instantly repeats the action. And again. He can feel sweat gathering at the base of his spine. Eyes trained on your breasts enveloping his shaft while his cock head stays thwacking into your soaked tongue. You close it every now and then to mewl or squeak.The sounds spurring him along. Slide. Thwack. Slide. His balls are sitting on your chest. They’re feeling heavier by the second. The hair at the nape of his neck is damp."Can I fuck you?" He gasps out as his cock pulls away from your mouth. Taehyung would love to spray his load all over your chest and face right now. He’s shaking with his oncoming orgasm.But he's still rooted in the thought of feeling your pussy on him.  On his cock. Just you.Your pussy wrapped around him is like sunshine with a condom on. He wanted to see how you feel without one."Yes," you sigh as you lower your head, your tongue tucked back into your mouth. "No condom. Just you and your dick," you exhale.Taehyung's clenching his abs. His orgasm is biting on his gut. It is right there. But he wants to nut inside you. If he moves one or two more times, he’s sure he’ll explode.He's breathing hard as he tugs his cock from between your tits. You release your hold on them and he can see his precum and spit lathered messily between.Fuck. His eyes screw shut and he takes a moment to gather his thoughts. Starts mapping where to and how to begin. After a second or two, he’s scrambling backward on his knees. Taehyung slides his arms under your knees. He pulls you closer using them.Your ass skids against the floor noisily and you complain with a whine."Be quiet," he urges as he leans down and kisses your lips. "The monthly meeting is in a few days," he continues as he grips his dick, positioning it to your glistening hole."I don't wanna hear shit from Maya." He huffs as his tip meets your wet entrance. Your pussy bare is like the blazing sun. Before all he was experiencing sun rays. Right now his dick is experiencing solar flares from your cunt.He looks at your face and you're rolling your eyes at him. "Fuck Monica," you whine out louder as he presses forward slowly."I'm serious," Taehyung rasps out as his cock nestles all the way in you. You squeeze around him and his teeth bite together. His hands sneak to your nipples and tug. And your lips clamp together, smothering the sound that's threatening to leak out."Be quiet for me." He begs.He's pulling back and slamming back in. Knees are sliding across the floor and your head is back to the wall again."How can I do it," you ramble. Your eyes are dilated, like he asked you to do something impossible.A grin tugs at the corner of his lips. "You can do it, darling."He’s thrusting again, and your pussy dribbles more honey as his cock head skitters the top tissue in you. Your teeth are biting down on your bottom lip. So tight he can see marks beginning to form. Your fingernails are deep into the flesh of his forearms."I promise. You can scream my name after the meeting," he announces as the tip of his dick catches at your entrance. His cock ridge is locking him into place so he doesn't leave your sweet tunnel fully."Oh Tae," you moan woefully as he slows down his strokes. Taking his time to feel you. Ingraining it into his brain. All of it.Your mouth is open but he can tell you're holding your breath."Want me to choke you again," he asks. Before you can do a thing, he's diving his tongue in your mouth and stealing the answer.His hand on your nipple releases and slithers up to your neck. So soft.It's wrapping around your throat and he tightens his grip immediately. Not taking time to increase pressure. No, not this time.You're whining and your walls are crushing around him as he continues a slow steady assault into you.  Pulling his tongue from your mouth and it stays open. Your gaze is onto the ceiling. "You good?"You nod your head and then your teeth bite back down into your lip.“P-please don't stop. Al-Almost there." You chitter out.He doesn't miss it, even though the words are severely broken, and hushed.Taehyung dick hardens further. You’re behaving yourself, for him.  He's nodding back and picking up his pace. His ass is tightening every time he digs into you.Wants every centimeter of his dick jammed in you. Taehyung could be loud right now. Would love if you both could be. But he wants this fuck not to come up in the meeting.He wants to keep this one between you. And him."Wanna make you cum," he heaves out as his stomach meets your pussy. You're so fucking wet. You're all over his crotch, juices covering the hair splayed there. "Make you cum good."His fingers around your throat loosen. "Do I make you feel good?"“Mmhmmm, so good,” you sigh as your eyes squeeze tight yet your pussy squeezes him tighter.The words shoot right to his balls. He's resuming his relentless pace. Your head is thumping into the wall, your nails are tearing down his arms.But you're not loud. Only your body is screaming out your pleasure. Your head is beginning to tilt back. Neck craning. He sneaks his hand behind the spaces the movement has created. And pulls your head off the ground by your hair.Your body is scrunching in on itself. His cock keeps knocking against your cervix. He loves that he gets so deep into you. As far as one can go into your yummy pussy.“Oh my,” you warble out. Your legs are shaking so wildly, Taehyung worries you may slip from his grasp. He needs to keep you put. Needs you to cum like this. Wants it.His hips press into you hard and you let out a loud squeal before one of your hands slaps against your mouth.Your chin meets your chest. And he just feels gushes. And it causes him to spill into you fiercely. His warm mess blending with yours.Taehyung was gonna be a gentleman and ask nicely. But it's too late for all that.  His fingers are pulling at your hair and your head is yanked back. Your neck is on display. And he needs a taste.His teeth land on your jugular and sink in. Tongue laves at your pulse point as his cock erupts. Yet, he still wants to be deeper inside you. All the way in your guts.So he strokes deeper. And you are wailing underneath your palm. Legs quivering on top of his arms. "Sh, sh, sh," he hushes out as your body spasms around him again. Again.Again.Your eyes peel open and you're in a daze as your hand falls from your mouth. Tears gathering at the corners of your eyes.Taehyung's dick is still somewhat hard in you. Twitching from the power of his orgasm and the steady fluttering of your cunt.Goddamn.His fucking arms ache. As he pulls back he can see the veins protruding. The ache is a good reminder of what he just did.He’s pulling out of you slowly as your pussy gently releases his cock. You’re sighing as he lets your head down gingerly. Keeping it from making a sound at all. His biceps scream when he raises them up so his hands can get his hair out of his eyes. 
[Song suggestions: Show Me How by Men I Trust]
“Please don’t cut your hair,” you breathe as you start to sit up slowly. He offers his hand immediately and you take it.He looks down and sees his cum threatening to leak out of you. His other hand cups your pussy. His cum is pressing against his palm.“Fuck,” you hiss. “Let me grab you a towel,” he says as your hand replaces his on your opening.“No, it’s all good. I’m just…just gonna use the restroom,” you huff as you stand up and waddle to your bathroom with your hand clamped tightly against your cunt. You close the door and Taehyung tongue laps at his palm. It tastes of you and him. Tangy and sweet. He’s got problems.He pulls his sweats up with one hand and then walks to your kitchen to wash his hands. Now that his heartbeat has calmed down and he’s not close in proximity to you, he’s beginning to think clearly again.You just let him cum in you. That has to mean something right? That maybe you trust him. When you left his place a few days ago, he was certain that being with you in this way was over.Taehyung stood outside his door a moment after you closed yours after he asked you what the two of you were doing. He was going to remind you to lock your door. But then he heard you talking. Your voice greeting Hoseok, humming responses littered between yeses and nos. Taehyung wanted to stay longer but he was startled when he heard a door opening down the corridor. So he slipped back into his place quietly. But his thoughts didn’t remain silent.No, instead he found himself cleaning his place like a mad man as his brain tried to connect the dots of who this Hoseok guy was. Why did you seem so different anytime his name showed up on your phone?And so after every room had been cleaned. After every dish had been put away. Taehyung crawled into bed and plugged in his phone. It gaped at him in the dark. He couldn’t sleep.So he picked it up, hoping it would provide some entertainment. And it did. But it came in the form of you. He’s scrolling through your social media. Looking at your photos when he suddenly got an urge to go through your followers list. And fucking sure enough, there’s a Hoseok. Only one.The guy is good looking. He could tell as much on the profile pic. Hair platinum blonde, obviously dyed. His smile is disarming and dazzling, it reaches all the way to his eyes too. And as Taehyung clicked his profile, he felt like it’s a blessing and a fucking curse that his profile isn’t private. Because one of the first pictures has you in it. You’re standing beside him and it’s a group picture, six others are there too, but he notices that Hoseok has his hand on your waist. Taehyung looked at the date and it wasn’t even four weeks ago. Right around the time you sucked his dick for the first time.The caption: Good times.That was it - fucking good times. That told him nothing.Well. This just created a firestorm of questions that bubbled up in him. Was Hoseok a co-worker? The university you worked in was mentioned. Or was he a boyfriend? Or is he still your boyfriend? Or that ex-fiancé Maya had told him about?And as he lurks on Hoseok’s profile the more he gets concerned about his own standing in your life right now. He’s only been with you around this damn building. You’ve never been on an actual date. And he’s wrong for never asking you.What if he asks you? Maybe that would give him some insight on what was truly transpiring between the two of you.“Hungry?” you ask, interrupting his thoughts.Taehyung has been staring into your fridge and he has no idea how long. He turns to look at you and you are wearing a beautiful flowing forest green silk robe. It’s covered in pale pink and white flowers. And it hangs onto you gracefully. He’s never seen it before.“Is that new?” he inquires as he closes the refrigerator doors as you approach him. “It is,” you admit as you kiss him quickly on the lips and then reach around him to open a cupboard.“You make it look beautiful,” he murmurs as his hands crawl to your shoulders. Thumbs caressing against the fabric. It feels luxurious.You place the coffee mug down that you retrieved onto the counter. “You mean to say it looks beautiful on me.”Taehyung’s fingers dance down to the sash that was keeping your robe closed and unties it simply. Once the robe opens, he sees you’re still bare underneath.“Tae-”He’s sliding the robe off your shoulders and it pools around your feet. Bending, he gathers the fabric in his other hand and looks down at it. And then he studies your body. You tilt your head at him as he takes his time looking you over. “No. I meant what I said. You make it look beautiful. The fabric is definitely more interesting on you than in my hand."He’s smiling at you and you return one, eyes fluttering down to the robe and back to his face. “Can I have it back? I literally just got it today.” You reach for the fabric, but he moves quicker. The robe now disappears behind his back as you press closer to him.“Let me take you out.”“What?” you question. Your eyebrows knit in confusion as you look at him again, a hand lands on your hip. “There’s jazz in the park on Sunday. Come with me?” You’re giggling. Fuck. “You wanna be seen in public with me?”Now he’s confused. “What do you mean by that?” His hold on your robe loosens and you’re taking it from him easily. “I mean the last two times we have fucked you tell me to be quiet,” you shrug as you slide your arms back into the robe.You have a fucking point. He has told you to be quiet, but it’s because of his kids and of Maya. It had nothing to do with you.  He loves making you moan.“What are you implying?”You’re grabbing the sash from his other hand and wrapping it around your waist. He feels sad that you’re all covered up again. He would love for you to just walk around naked. All day. Every day.You don’t say anything though. You just begin nibbling on the edge of your cobalt blue painted thumbnail. And you’re avoiding his eyes, which is weird and not like you. You always maintained a level of eye contact that was unsettling. But right now. You're staring at the rainbow mug that states - “Coffee Whore.”Silence hangs heavy. You peek over at him and then nod your head. “Okay. I’ll go with you.”He doesn't care what made you say yes. He's just fucking stoked you said it.His lips are stretching across his face. And now you're smiling at him again."Great. I'll pick you up at 6:00pm. Concert begins at 7:00.""Tae, you literally sleep across the corr-""I'm picking you up." He reiterates firmly, setting his jaw firmly.You raise your hands and sigh. Resuming to make coffee. He glances at the clock on your microwave. It's nearly 12:30am in the morning. "Going to have a late night?" He asks, quirking an eyebrow at you as you head to your Keurig.He sees your shoulders move up and then down. "I don't think we should've watched that movie. Why does Pennywise have to be so scary?"Taehyung chuckles as he watches you fiddle with the coffee machine and then hears it buzz with life."Stop laughing at me being scared," you pout, turning to him and resting your back against the counter. Arms supporting some of the weight."Sorry," he whispers as he takes a few steps to get close to you again. Always moving closer. If he can. He's magnetized to you.Placing his hands on either side of your body on the counter. His lips land on your forehead."If you're truly sorry you'll make me some over-easy eggs," you whisper.He huffs against your skin. "I think I created a monster.""You definitely have," you murmur as your arms wrap around his waist."But back to those eggs," you giggle as your hands land and then grope his ass lewdly.  ********************************************************************
[Song suggestions: Time Moves Slow by BADBADNOTGOOD]
Sunday comes hot and slow. He spent Saturday morning with you until he had to leave to go to the farmer's market and then to work.It was tough to do. He loves his job. But that day he hated it. The only thing that made it okay was that he got the opportunity to eat you out as you read a chapter in your thick ass book. He asked what it was and you said it was Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone. And he laughed all the way up against your soaked folds. Yet it wasn't you that knocked on his door this hazy Sunday morning.This morning, it was Yoongi. Knocking on his door, begging for coffee, whining about being out of his drug of choice in his own abode."So are you really bumping uglies with 2A?" Yoongi asks as Taehyung sets a mug in front of him at his kitchen table.Taehyung blanches. He's only talked to one person about you. And that was Dr. Park. He didn’t want to share you with everyone. Not yet. You were his. He is sure of it."I'm sleeping with her, yeah. Why? Did Maya complain again?" He interrogates Yoongi as he pours his daily glass of apple juice."Maya didn’t say shit. I, personally, haven't heard..much. But I mean, listen man. I can stand a little bit of noise if it means you're getting laid.You look like you got some color in your cheeks again," Yoongi chuckles as he takes a sip from his still-steaming mug.Taehyung can't help but roll his eyes. Yoongi was one of the first people he befriended when he moved into the building. He lives beneath Taehyung. 1B. And they met after his little monsters came to stay the first week. Asking nicely for them to keep it down after 10:00pm. But later bonding over their love of whiskey.He's thinking of what to say when Yoongi begins talking again."Not gonna lie, man. When you first moved in and for months after, you looked really depressed.” He pauses and he eyes Taehyung thoroughly. “Really depressed.”Taehyung rolls his eyes and plops into the beige tufted chair across from the other caffeine addict in his life. “I get the point.”Yoongi laughs, his voice is deep and husky because of the early hour of the day. “I’m just saying. She moves in and suddenly,” Yoongi leans back in his chair, thumbing the surface of the mug."You're different.”"What do you mean?" Taehyung chokes out, some of his apple juice spills from the side of his lips."Calm down dude."Yoongi is laughing again. "I'm just saying you look happier."Taehyung nods and wipes his mouth with his hand."So are y'all a thing or…" Yoongi enunciates, his hand is circling in the air, as if conjuring what he wants to say next.Taehyung sighs deeply. All the air is rushing out of his lungs as his hand rakes through his hair.What's he supposed to say to that?The truth. He'll tell the truth."I don't know what we are?" Taehyung says, his voice rising in pitch on the last word."We’ve had sex…alot. But our first date is tonight?"Yoongi's eyes widen and he pulls at the black shirt hanging on his form. "No shit?"Taehyung nods and wipes his palms on his pharmacy bought pajama pants.“First date? She declared you were fucking her almost a month ago at the meeting.”"Yeah, believe me. I know.” Taehyung pauses and looks toward the blinds in his kitchen that he typically watches you from.“It’s a bit untraditional. She’s untraditional.”They sit there quietly with each other. Both staring at the cups placed in front of them.“I’m taking her to that jazz in the park downtown…do you think that was a good pick?"Yoongi’s clearing his throat. “Yeah man.” Sharp, dark feline eyes meet his own. "That sounds nice, man. Really romantic. Good music under the stars is always a win. Nice, solid pick, man." Yoongi confirms as he glances at his watch."I took a dude there last year and received the best blowjob of my life afterwards.” Taehyung’s lips press together. One of the reasons that Yoongi also became friends besides their love of whiskey is that Yoongi had hit on him during the neighborhood Christmas party almost a year ago. Yoongi was three sheets to the wind. So drunk he could barely walk straight. Squeezed his ass when he mistakened Taehyung for his latest ass for the night.Yoongi apologized about it a handful of days later when they ran into each other in the common area. Laughing about how those types of parties are already awkward before the introduction of mistakened ass groping.“Shit dude. I gotta go. I got some bullshit project I've been working on for months that I have to finish by Tuesday. I shouldn't complain because I'm earning overtime." Yoongi shrugs as he raises slowly from his chair.Taehyung watches him as he finishes the coffee, shaking the cup a bit to get every drop out, then walks to place the cup carefully in his empty sink. "Have fun tonight, yeah?" He says as he pulls open the door and looks over at him. "Thanks, Yoongi.""Mmhmm yeah, man. You deserve it. You deserve this." He smiles and Taehyung can see so many teeth in his mouth. It's disarming. Yoongi rarely smiled. Mostly smirked."See ya." And with that the door closes and Taehyung couldn't agree more with Yoongi's parting words.He did deserve this. Taehyung deserves to be happy. And he deserves you. ******************************************************************** It's a quarter to six and Taehyung’s pacing the floors. Walking back and forth between rooms as he surveys his place. Eyes constantly landing on the tote packed for the date. Nothing fancy. Just a nice bottle of red wine, some plastic cups, some cheese, crackers and fruit to snack on. And two blankets. One to sit on and one just in case you were cold. You were always cold.And even though the weather has been mild, he wasn't sure if you would be comfortable. He'd rather have it just in case you needed it.His palms feel sweaty and itchy. He's not sure why he's so fucking nervous. It's a date. Not fucking. Not hanging out. A fucking date. And he hasn't been on one in years. When he was married to Sunmi, they would have date nights. But that stopped completely about two years before the split. If he remembers correctly, that was one of Sunmi's many complaints about him.He pushes that sour memory away. Taehyung doesn’t need to think about how he was a terrible husband right now.What he needs to do is wash his fucking hands and check his appearance one more time.So he's heading to his bathroom and pauses to look in the mirror.  He's been fully ready for over an hour now. He didn’t fret with his outfit too much, choosing a caramel cashmere heart pullover sweater tucked into navy blue pants belted tightly around his waist.Taehyung takes the time to adjust the brown worn-leather watch decorating his wrist. He pulls open his medicine cabinet and fishes into the box of condoms and folds a few into the billfold of his wallet.He hopes he won’t need them. He hopes you haven’t changed your mind.But he was bringing them just in case you changed your mind about having unprotected sex with him.His feet push into some dark brown loafers and his arms shrug on a gray tweed peacoat as he makes his way toward the front door. A bundle of keys land into his pocket before his hands are sweeping up the small bouquet of pink carnations and white daisies that were tied with twine as well as the tote that sits by the door.Knocking on your door makes his palms sweat more than when we was knocking on your door to fuck you or eat you out.It only takes you a moment to answer the door. And the second you spy the flowers in his hand you're clapping and then wrapping your arms around his neck. Taehyung is taken back. You’ve never greeted him like this. You always were cool and calm. But then again, this wasn’t like the other times. This was a date.“I love carnations. How did you know?”You forgot. You forgot that you told him that your grandfather loved carnations when he made you dinner for the first time. He figured the flower must hold some grain of tenderness in your heart.The daisies just reminded him of you.You pull away, taking your warmth and scent with you. He longs for it again immediately.“Come in, I’m almost ready. Let me just put on my shoes,” you say as you take the bouquet from his grasp and hold the door open for him.
[Song suggestion: No Diggity by Blackstreet]
Blackstreet's No Diggity is playing on a bluetooth speaker sitting on the kitchen counter.  He smiles as he notices your hips move a little with the beat.You pad toward your cupboard and pull out a painted clay vase, then lean over your sink to fill it.Taehyung takes the time to appreciate your figure. Your legs are clad in black tights, while a matching black turtleneck clings to your chest under a turquoise corduroy overall dress.You're turning to him and there's a smile on your face as you survey the flowers in your hand. “Thank you for the flowers, Tae. They’re beautiful,” you murmur as your eyes meet his.He nods and can feel his cheeks hurting because he was smiling so hard. "That's interesting," he indicates, pointing to the vase that you're now setting on the kitchen island."I painted it with my grandpa," you explain as you enter your living room by picking up a pair of black Doc Martens.The surface of the vase is painted a light blue and accented with pink, light yellow and green flowers.The bouquet looks nice in it. Made for it.Plopping down on the turquoise Persian rug that lays atop your wooden floors, you move elegantly to tug on your boots.Doing a tremendous job of blocking any view up your dress. Like you were expecting him to do so. You weren’t wrong. There's a gold necklace wrapped around your throat. At the end was a small gold heart. It looked so dainty and fragile around you.He's beginning to think that the way you dress is a reflection of your mood.You were all the way covered. Not one ounce of cleavage. No show of legs. Granted, it was cold out, but it wasn't that cold.But you always showed a bit of skin. Yet, not tonight.Maybe you're feeling a bit fragile?Maybe that's why you decided to cover up?"You look really great," he says after you stand up and smooth down your skirt.And Taehyung meant it. You looked as beautiful fully covered as you did completely naked.You're smiling wide again. And your hands come together and your fingers are twiddling against one another."You're very sweet, Tae. Thank you," you gush. "I'm gonna shut off some lights and then we can go," you say, breaking the trance the two of you are in.He hears as you walk around, clicks and shuffles greeting his ears.When you round the corner from your bedroom, you are wriggling on a dark gray cardigan and Taehyung can’t help but notice that it practically matches the hue of his coat perfectly.You looked like you belong to him.There's a lamp still lit in the corner of your living room. "Should I get that for you?" He asks, inclining to the floor lamp that casts a golden glow next to your back balcony door."Nah," you shrug as you open the door. "I like to keep that on when I'm not home."Again you're holding the door open and Taehyung is raising the tote back onto his shoulder. As he walks back into the corridor you're grabbing his elbow as you close your door.And as one hand locks the door, the grip on his elbow is sliding down and then grasping onto his empty hand. Your fingers are intertwining with his. His fingers are warm and moist while yours are cool and dry. "C'mon Tae, let's get this date underway," you smile coyly as your grip tightens as you tug him down the corridor.He's so gone. ******************************************************************** 
[Song suggestion: Autumn Leaves by Nat King Cole]
His hand is still clinging to yours as the two of you walk the pebbled path through the dark.Only the amber string lights as well as the spaced park lamps that are swarmed with fluttering moths guide you. There is a steady crowd headed to the park’s center. Lovers, families old and young alike as well as friends meander down the path.A steady hum of hushed conversations punctuated with deep laughs and airy giggles fill the air. You don’t speak. And neither does he. He’s hoping you feel as comfortable as he does right now. He steals a glance at you and he sees a content smile sitting on your lips. Your eyes are now bouncing between the food kiosks and the artists that are peddling their wares. “This is awesome, Tae.” Your head snaps to look at a passing stand that was full of colorful jarred candles, pace slowing considerably.“I've always wanted to come to jazz in the park,” you sigh as you pull your eyes away from the candles and glance at him before looking back at the candle stall again. He laughs. “Do you want to go back and look at that stand?”“No, it’s okay. It’s fine,” you shoo, peeking at the stall and then shaking your head. “I need a candle. Maybe you can pick one out for me?” Taehyung begins walking toward the stand, pulling you with him as a smile widens on your lips.“C’mon, help me,” he goads as he pulls you nearer. “I’m only agreeing because that candle you lit when you first made me dinner was a little stank.”“It was,” he chuckles. “I’m pretty sure I bought it at the pharmacy on the end of our street.”“Walgreens?” you exclaim, your eyes glitter with disbelief.“Yeah.”You’re laughing now bending over while grasping his hand as the two of you get closer to the candle stand. The man working the stand has a thick red beard and a fishing hat. He's wearing denim overalls that hug him snugly. “These smell really good,” you say to the man and he’s thanking you with a full-cheek smile.“Thanks, I made all of these by hand.”“Wow, that’s amazing,” you hum as you pick up a candle and unscrew the lid. You take a whiff and then another one. “This is the one,” you announce, holding it out to Taehyung.His fingers are on yours. Wrapping around the glass jar and leaning in close.  His nose gets near the waxy object and is met with the scent of vanilla, a sprinkling of cinnamon and a hint of clove. It smells kinda like you. “I love it,” he whispers as his eyes meet yours and his fingers slide off yours. The action alone sends tingles down his spine. Being close to you does this to him.“He’ll take this one,” you announce to the stall owner, setting down the candle on the small table setup for transactions. “And I’ll take this one.”You plant another jar next to his."Wait, I’m buying these." Taehyung is shuffling in front of you, his leg checks yours and pushes you away from the table. He’s fiddling with retrieving money from his wallet when you begin to push against him. Your debit card is fisted in your hand as your arms flail around him while shouting toward the stall owner to not let Taehyung purchase the candles.“My mama told me to never get in the middle of a lovers' quarrel.""But my papa told me that cold hard cash always reigns supreme,” the red-head chuckles as he takes the money from Taehyung’s grasp and quickly gets change. And then he's wrapping the jarred candles in newspaper pages. "We don't need a bag," you say, stopping the man from grabbing a brown paper bag off to the side.We.You're tugging onto Taehyung's tote making it slide down his shoulder. "We can carry them in this bag."You're saying that word again.We.And Taehyung feels giddiness burble up inside him. It feels like you’re claiming him again, but not that he’s just fucking you good, but that you share something with him. We.You're stuffing the candles inside the bag and then you're walking again. The number of people lining the path has grown but the atmosphere is lazy and relaxed. You're holding his hand again. And you're smiling.Taehyung can see a pavilion in the clearing and there's already band members warming up their instruments and fingers.Blankets and camp chairs litter the green grass, but there's still many places to claim.He miraculously scouts a spot under a tree and pulls you along eagerly. Needs to have it. Your feet are plodding after him clumsily and he smiles as you don't complain. Just follow. He's painfully removing his hands from yours. Grabbing the plaid blanket and unrolling it under a tree.
[Song suggestion: I Fall In Love Too Easily by Chet Baker]
Once spread you're sitting on top of the blanket and he joins you only to begin digging into his bag. Pulling out the wine, plastic cups and the container of cheese and crackers."I must say Tae I'm very surprised at your date perimeters. I thought you never asked me out because your tactics were a mess." You state as you grab a slice of Gouda and shove it into your mouth."Gotta keep you on your toes, I guess," Taehyung hums as he cuts back the wine bottle foil.You're holding a candle. The newspaper covered jar in your hand.  You peel it back so the label created shows.Preening his neck so he can look at the jar properly.Her.That's what the label says. He didn't notice it before. It's his candle. "That's mine."You nod and reach back into the tote and pull out the other jarred candle.As you pull away the newspaper, he notices that the candle is darker and richer in tone.You're holding it up to him to survey. The label. Him. And Taehyung's breath gets stuck in his lungs.Why are you showing him this? What do you want? Need? All he wants is for you to be happy.And you look so fucking happy. He takes the candle from you. He takes a sniff. And damn it's earthy. Smells like wet grass, the sun and the ocean. Is he HIM? Because you are completely HER but the taste isn't there but you are. When he smells it. That scent is so you.The band begins and you're wrapping the candle up and putting it back in the bag. Making yourself comfortable leaning in his lap.
[Song suggestion: From Paris With Love by Melody Gardot] 
Her. Him.We.Us?Is that next? Is 'us' the next thing to roll off your lips simply?The night feels like the possibility of us is so within reach. You’re laying between his spread legs, using his chest as a pillow. He can’t see your face. Only sees the top of your head. It’s lovely, but he misses your face more.His hand slides up your arm, and his hand kneads the ball of your shoulder. And you’re responding. Your head tilts back. He sees your eyes through your lashes. The glow of the stringed lights burns there and reflects back at him.“I wanna kiss you,” he hums as the crook of his index finger lodges under your chin, jutting your lips up to him so he can feel them. Taste them.Both of your hands land on the crown of his head and then are dragging his lips further down into your mouth. Your small moan breathes against his lips as your tongues touch, your back arches and your body presses against him.His body is warming up quickly. Hotly. Your lips suction onto one another. His top lip is under your bottom lip and vice versa. Both of you are gripping and sucking. Tongues swiping between his lips.Taehyung is sure he's in love.He is absolutely convinced of it.The pounding in his chest quickens as your fingers toy with him. As the taste of your lips grows stronger against his. His heart has been numb for years.Even while married to Sunmi.And right now. Right now it’s beating stronger than ever.It took him almost a year to fall in love with Sunmi. It had taken you a quarter of time to claim his heart. And it was crazy because he didn’t know you, like he knew Sunmi.He hasn’t met your parents. You haven’t met his. He doesn’t know if you have siblings and he’s never told you about his siblings. But all these things he wants to know. Things he wants to share with you.His lips are suddenly trembling and his breathing is syncopated. “Hey, are you ok?” You're lifting from his lap. Hands on his cheek.“Yeah,” he laughs and the back of his head feels itchy and he’s scratching at that. “Yeah I’m sorry. I-I just-”You’re climbing into his lap, straddling him with a family of four to the right and a canoodling couple on the left. But only the family is his concern. And he sees them over your shoulder. They're in their world, so he allows himself to get lost in yours. Legs wrap around his waist and tighten. His mouth instantly seeks yours. Gasping when your nails rake up from the nape of his neck and your lips press tightly to him. You grind against him, and he’s lost. Forever lost.Being between your thighs is so comforting, your kisses mending his soul. His arms wrap around your waist and sink you down while he bucks up into you. Only a small moan escapes from you.“Mmm, good girl,” he hums as he nips at your ear, fingers beginning to scratch at the tights that are covering your legs. He wants to touch your skin. He needs it so bad. He can hear a small tear and he breaks the kiss to see what he’s done. There’s a webby tear on your thigh, right to where the hem of your skirt falls.When he sees the flesh peeking through, he wants you so bad that he can’t stop from requesting, “Let me feel you.”His fingers rub insistently up the tear. His thumbnail keeps getting caught on the way up. Snagging on the corners, threateningly to rip the tights further.You’re instantly giggling and he’s pulling you closer to him. Hand unclasping one of the straps of your overalls before skidding to your turtleneck's hem and scooting it up so his hand can slide underneath and feel the skin on your stomach. Again, no fucking bra. Just you. Hot and soft and yummy.“Feel me, Tae,” you gasp, your knees falling into the blanket. Crotch still perched above him. Heat rolling off of you steadily.He hooks his finger into the slit of the tights and pulls to the left, making the tear a gaping hole between your legs. And he takes a moment to raise the hem of your skirt a bit. He sees the rip between your legs, he was expecting panties. But there’s nothing there. Just your sex. Wet and pulsing for him.Taehyung looks at where the family is camped but there’s nobody there now. Just their things. Maybe they went to get food?His fingers slide into the tear and then the tips meet your entrance. You gasp and his other hand grabs your head and pushes your open mouth to his.He sucks up your breath before he slides his tongue inside. And then his fingers furrow into your pussy. "Mmm" you mumble against him. Taehyung's cock is pressing up and against the zipper of his pants. Throbbing to get closer to your core.It doesn't take but a moment for your ass to come to rest on his thighs making his pants slide into your body, forcing his fingers deeper. You grunt and he's lathering your neck with kisses as your head tilts back. You under the night sky on top of him is better than any dream.Your lips meet his as your chin lowers back down again. "Wanna feel you," you utter as he feels your fingers fiddling with the belt buckle and then it slackening around his waist due to your simple effort."Condom?""No," you husk out as your hand slinks down his boxers. Taehyung glances around and sees no eyes on you. But still he's grabbing the throw blanket and wrapping it around your shoulders.You belong to him.He's grasping his dick, hard. Pulling it over the top of his waistband. Taehyung bites back a groan as you lift up and then insert him at your entrance.You're dripping. You're dripping hot and Taehyung's fingers grip tightly into your waist. His legs are trembling now beneath your weight.The sensation has moved from his lips and has settled into his legs.He pulls his knees up and you lean back into them as you look at him as you sink deeper onto him. Impaled on this cock.Your eyes fight to stay open as you glide down.His mouth is opening but he shuts it firmly when you sit on him fully.Fucking god. How did he get so lucky?You lean toward him again and place your lips on his. He's throbbing in you and your pussy responds by holding onto his cock."Please go slow," he murmurs as his nose rubs against yours.You look around as if you are remembering where you are.“I will try."That's all you offer before you're grinding against him. So slowly that his balls ache with want.The other times he's had you in a position like this you're bouncing eagerly on top of him. No restraint.But right now your movements are stealthy and dangerous. Each stroke inside of you had him fighting to control his release.Control his life.Taehyung thought he was well trained. Thought he was more disciplined.Yet every time you slide against him he knows he's a fool."I'm gonna cum so hard in you.""I want it," you sigh and then moan."You want me?” He tilts his hips and you rock against him."Fuck, yes.""You belong to me?" He asks as his hands hold your hips still as his cock juts up.Dick drilling up in you. You let out a moan again. But he's sure he's the only one who heard it. The band on the pavilion was in full form and horns wailing before him."Yes," you breathe out as your thighs tighten around him."Mmm, should've done this sooner.""Done, what?," You gasp as you fight against his hold and adjust up and down on him quickly.His orgasm is now barreling through his veins. He musters up the ability to respond."Fuck you in front of everyone. Claim what's mine," he nips out along your neck.You're cumming as his nails scratch into your thighs. Pussy is the wettest ever and hottest ever. And his eyes screw shut as the sensation overwhelms him and his dick's seed lathers your insides.A throat clears. Taehyung's eyes pop open and land at a man just a few feet away."Hey Taehyung. Right? Thought it was you," Namjoon interrupts.You're shifting in his lap, dick dislodging quickly. And your fingers are stuffing his weeping dick back into his pants and then zipping them up.It's uncomfortable. And he does his best to not wince as his eyes meets the eyes of his kids' classmates father."H-hey Joon," he calls out as his hand slithers from under your turtleneck. Dick still dribbling cum.You on the other hand turn your head over your shoulder. One hand waving, to the tall intruder as another hand fiddles with hooking your strap back into place.Once done you're jumping off his lap. Throw blanket pooling into his crotch."Hi,"'you say shakily. Taehyung takes in your appearance and notices you are completely disheveled. Half of your turtleneck is scrunched under your overalls and your tights have runs and tears all over them now.It's a look."I'm Y/N," you beam, offering your hand to Namjoon.Namjoon's son was in Ella's class.Taehyung ran into the guy often. During plays and assemblies.Namjoon was big brained but he had an easy approach. Namjoon takes your hand. "Nice to meet you Y/N. I'm Namjoon. Taehyung's daughter and my son go to the same school, have the same teacher."Taehyung offers a polite smile as he wills his dick to soften and tries to not get distracted that your pussy is filled with his cum.One of your legs is crossing over the other. He smirks as he fastens his belt as Namjoon's focus is fixed to you.Of course it's there. Taehyung's having a hard time not looking at you. Your smell is still on him. Your warmth.He stands up, letting the throw blanket fall away. Shrugs his coat off and wraps it around your shoulders when he notices you shiver slightly."Good to see you Namjoon," Taehyung offers up as he holds out his hand. It's not until Joon grasps his hand that Taehyung realizes he offered the hand whose fingers were in you minutes ago."This is Y/N, my-""Date," you finish, grabbing onto his bicep and wrapping around it easily.He was going to say friend, Maybe neighbor since that's how you liked to introduce him, but date is perfect."Date huh?" Namjoon's eyes rove over you as his hands fist into his pants pockets."Nice," Namjoon muses as his weight shifts to the heel of his feet, his toes rolling skyward before they land back into grass."Great weather for this tonight, right?" As Namjoon asks his question, another woman is saddling next to him. There's very little space between them. Namjoon is not with the mother of the child. He was never married as far as Taehyung knew.  "Anyway good to see you Have fun tonight!" Namjoon wishes as he backs away, hand waving."Nice to meet you Y/N."Taehyung says goodbye but he's wondering why Namjoon didn't introduce his friend."He's cute." You say as you sit back down on the blanket."But you're cuter." ********************************************************************
[Song suggestion: Forever by Night Tapes]
"Fire fifteen," Taehyung calls out as he rips the order ticket from the line. Murmurs of "yes chef" echo back to him.He's nodding as he observes the plates presented to him for final review. His fingers grip the kitchen towel tucked into the apron knit tied around his waist. Uses it to dab at a few drops of oil that sat on the edge of the plate housing thinly sliced tuna.“Two, ready,” he husks to one of his servers, Ava. She nods to him before retrieving the hot plate carefully and then carrying it to the table by the door.Fate is a thing.His eyes are dragged to the entrance doors being tugged open. Cool wind sweeping you in, your chin down. Keeping your eyes from him.  You haven't seen him. Not yet.You say a few words to the hostess and then you’re walking up to the bar and pulling up a seat to the black granite countertops that have flecks of gold in them. He's being flooded by an array of emotions.Taehyung told you about the restaurant, even his kids raved about the ramen. But he's never seen you there. And when you said you may be by sometime, he asked you to call him if you did. Or text him. You haven't.Of course you wouldn't do either. Of course you would just show up out of the blue on a very busy Thursday night. Autumn had it's hold on people. People were in the full swing of gathering and being close to one another while they enjoyed comforting food. Taehyung reasons it's just human nature. The need to be close. The need for more warmth as the weather grows cooler.So his restaurant was still pretty full at 9:17pm. There was about forty minutes before the staff would begin stopping by tables and informing the customers that the restaurant would close soon.The dining area was full, but most of the customers had been there for a while. Only a handful of food tickets hung on the rack. He looks over and sees his head bartender Anita with at least twice as many tickets on her board than the kitchen.It was typical for customers to linger. Enjoying another espresso or poison of their choice to warm up their insides before facing the windy weather."Jungkook," Taehyung, signals to his sous chef and they meet at the helm of the kitchen. "What's up chef?" Jungkook asks, wringing his hands with a towel and then tucking it in his apron knot."I'm gonna touch a few tables and see if the bar needs an extra few hands. Take over expediting," Taehyung instructs as he snatches his favorite sharpie.  Chet had found a pile of sharpies scattered across the car when they cleaned it out five months ago.He was quick to tell Taehyung that he just kept losing them. They laughed about it hard.And then the next time that Taehyung came after that, he had this sharpie. Decorated for him so he wouldn't be able to lose it around.Chet had hot glued a spikey green dinosaur finger puppet to the cap. It's eyes are dopey and teeth are sharp.Chet had then wrapped the Sharpie with shiny duct tape, wrapped again with yellow duct tape.It was ridiculous looking. It was odd. And Taehyung loved it.Customers asked him so many questions about it and it gave him a great excuse to talk about his kids. He could talk about them for hours."When is Chet gonna make me one?" Taehyung looks up at Jungkook after he tucks his treasure into his chef coat pocket. There's a pout on the sous chef's face but his eyes are screwed up in concentration as he eyes the food order."It's been like three months, Jeon. Best to hang it up."The man's nose scrunches and he's turning to Taehyung. "Never," he mouths."Fire, six," Jungkook calls out to the cooks working the grill. "Yes ,Chef."Jungkook's face breaks wide as it always does when he's running the kitchen. The guy was talented. He would have his own kitchen in no time.Taehyung chuckles as he hears Jungkook calling out about how long the shrimp was going to take and that he needed the grilled asparagus for table four in two minutes.He surveys the dining area and your eyes flicker to him. So bad. He so fucking bad wants to make his way straight to you. Your last interaction was the date. And since then, you've been busy. So you say. Telling him that because the new semester just began, the amount of work was beginning to pile up. Summer is over. That's what you had said. And the statement could mean nothing. But to Taehyung? It felt like everything.Yet he couldn't go straight to you. There were rows of regulars dining who were staggered between you.He had to say hello. Ask how the food was. Hence, touch tables.Taehyung takes a deep breath and stops at what he hopes is the final few tables he needs to chat up until close.There's only two tables that take him more than one minute to talk to. You're eyeing him as he finally approaches you."Hey neighbor," you grin as you adjust in the chair that you're sitting in. You're casual. Blue jeans, converse and a olive green turtleneck. A plaid scarf consisting of blues, black and forest green wrap around your neck.Cuddly.You look so soft. But you being cute doesn't make him forget that you just greeted him as your neighbor.He doesn't know what he was expecting. But after agreeing that you belonged to him…he is bothered that he's still getting the whole neighbor designation again."Anita, can please get another Poppy for our darling of a guest?" Taehyung calls out toward the bartender, pointing to your almost empty glass.“You don't even know what I'm drinking," you tee hee."Anita, what is darling drinking?"Anita stops to look at the wine bottle and then back to your face. Her fingers are working the corkscrew."Poppy," she indicates pointing a finger toward you."Okay you got me. You knew." You hum, as you wiggle back into your seat and pick up refreshed glass.Your eyes move down his face and then work down his body slowly."You look really hot in glasses," you confess."Didn't know you were coming in," He murmurs into your ear before placing a soft kiss."I didn't know I was coming until I found myself here," you smile as you take a sip from your drink."Hungry?""I could eat. What do you have in mind?" You bat your eyelashes and then look briefly over his shoulder.It's Jungkook. He's watching the two of you."I'm full of surprises," he says evenly as he regains your gaze and takes a few steps back toward the kitchen.Okay. So you're toying with him. Make him work to be inside you again.Taehyung gets it now.For a moment you soften, your shoulders pull down from your ears and the tight smile that sits on your face widens."I know," you nod before your phone rattles on the countertop. Before your fingers are wrapping around the case."I'll be back. Take it," he shrugs.Taehyung turns away. He doesn't want to know who is calling you. He's lying to himself. He does want to know. But he's going to walk away anyway. "Do you know her?"Jungkook asks immediately as Taehyung takes station next to him. His sous is reviewing the final plates for the night."Yeah." Taehyung doesn't say much, instead he retreats into the heat of the kitchen. Prepping a little something for you. "Beet burrata salad," he announces as he slides the plate in front of you. "We have roasted beets with slices of burrata cheese drizzled with a little bit of olive oil and balsamic vinegar.""I love roasted beets," you proclaim, running your palms together eagerly.He knows. Your refrigerator is stocked with bunches of them.Taehyung chuckles as he takes a seat next to you now that the dining room is clearing out.Only a dozen customers remained. The small oil lanterns on the table lighting their faces warmly. He loved sitting in his restaurant when the steady rush of dinner service had finally come to an end. The windows are wide and he would watch customers leave his establishment. Some walk shoulder to shoulder past the windows. And some canoodled by the entrance as they bid their farewells.Everybody fed. Everybody is happy and illuminating a post-dinner glow.Taehyung watches as you unroll the black napkin placed beside your plate,   letting the cutlery into your right palm. And then lay the napkin delicately in your lap as if you had on a silk skirt and not jeans."S'good. How haven’t I ever been here?" Seemingly to yourself as you fork spears a beet and then a piece of burrata. "Haven't seen you in awhile," Taehyung muses before he's walking around the backend of the bar to help clear the bar tickets remaining. "Work has been really a mess. They're switching a bunch of staff around so I've had to help." The napkin that was in your lap appeared and you're wiping your mouth before you place it on your finished plate.Anita is removing it immediately, scrapping any remaining food pieces and placing the plate in a bin.Taehyung spots a glass of wine filled by his side and he smiles. Anita was really one of the best bartenders in town.“Are you free tomorrow night? My monsters wanted to know if you wanted to watch a movie. It's my pick. Howl's Moving Castle."Your smile widens and then dims quickly. “Tomorrow?”Taehyung nods as his tongue squeezes between his lips.“Sounds like fun, but I can't. I already have plans.”Of course you fucking do. You probably have had plans all week. He’s dumb to assume you may be available."You're pouting," you say as you thumb his bottom lip, causing it to bounce under your movement."Truthfully? I stopped by because I was gonna be busy. And you're busy. And I wanted to see you,” you’re then leaning into him and placing a kiss to his lips. It’s short, but so sweet.“We’ll get together soon.” ******************************************************************** 
[Song suggestion: Morning Sex by Ralph Castelli] 
"So who's the new strange," Jungkook asks as he takes a long sip on his dark beer. Foam lines his top lip and he licks it easily.You left over an hour ago, after promising him you would contact him later in the week. He accepted it. It was better than not seeing you ever again.There’s no one left in the restaurant except for him, Jungkook and Chef Kim.They're seated at a table at the very back of the restaurant. They switched on the sound system and are listening to Jungkook's Spotify list. The selection is vast and diverse. Providing the ambiance to their convening.He's glad Seokjin stopped by. He hasn't seen him in months."You have a new strange?!" His former boss is screaming. Very loudly.S T R A N G E. This is what Jungkook and Jin liked to call new ass they were fucking.Taehyung guffaws. "I thought he was talking about you," he stated, pointing to his elder.Seokjin huffs. "I've been with the same fucking strange for six months. It's not that strange anymore.""C'mon bruh you're totally smashing that pussy. You got all goofy eyed. It was fucking weird."Jungkook sighs and leans back into his seat, his black and checkered legs widen obscenely."Just tell me if it's good. I haven't been fucked since," Jungkook stops abruptly and his head snaps to Seokjin. Mouth wide."What," Taehyung asks slowly as his two friends eye each other."You haven't told him," Seokjin concludes as he runs his fingers through his hair."I don't want him to judge me," Jungkook replies, his teeth worrying the corner of his bottom lip."I'm fucking right here. I can hear you." Taehyung says as he winces around his whiskey sip.He holds the glass tumbler up and uses two fingers on that hand to point toward Jungkook."Now, tell me what I'm going to judge you for."Jungkook snorts but his focus stays  on his beer."Okay remember that girl Yuri I was fucking that was from Vegas?" Jungkook pauses and looks up at Taehyung.He nods for him to continue."Okay well she was into some kinky shit. I'm saying, the girl liked being tied up. Loved it when I called her a slut or a whore. Would cum if I pushed her around."Taehyung steals a glance at Seokjin and sees his elder has a huge ass grin on his face as chuckles escape his lips."So she asked to plan something really kinky for her next time she came to visit," Jungkook continues."And when she told me her arrival date I was like, bet, I'ma give her the filthiest, kinkiest fuck of her life."Jungkook stops and takes a sip."The tension,'' Taehyung hums as he rolls his eyes and takes another sip as well."Yes. The kid is a master of storytelling," Seokjin agrees as he also commences in drinking.The only sound is the soft music coming from the speakers. It's cozy. It's comfortable.Taehyung is glad he has the company of his friends after being rebuffed by you earlier. He's not over the rejection.But the conversation and the alcohol let him forget it all for a moment."So every day for seven days I drank a lot of water and jerked off.""Ohhh…kaay," Taehyung offers slowly."I heard that the more water a guy drinks the more semen he can produce," Jungkook rambles out his hands flapping wildly. Tips of his ears tinged pink.Cute."And I needed to collect a lot of cum," Jungkook reasons like it made perfect sense.Taehyung wanted to ask why. But Seokjin's hand is landing on his forearm."Don't interrupt. This is where it gets good." His mentor is smirking and his eyes blaze with mirth.“So I gathered my spunk in this sandwich bag and on the seventh day, I put it in the freezer.”"So fucking poetic," Seokjin whispers dramatically before he folds into a bundles of giggles.Jungkook is soon joining him and both of them are slapping their palms on the table. Their drinks are sloshing over the sides of the glass, some of the alcohol spilling onto the tables.Taehyung sighs. But he doesn't urge them to stop. He finds himself giggling with them, spurred by the sound of their laughs. Watch as their eyes fill up with tears and their eyes squeeze tight.It takes about fifty-two seconds for them to settle down and for Jungkook to continue with his story.Storytime with Jungkook was his absolute favorite. His young friend had the most outlandish stories and swore on his parents' lives that every single one he told was true."So Yuri flew out. Came straight to my place from the airport. And as soon as I open the door she's all over me, bruh. Tearing at my shirt. Scratching at my back. Talking about how she's been thinking about what I have planned for days."“She was wild.” Jungkook scoffs and shakes his head as if he's trying to swipe the image from his brain.They wait for the young man to continue, to see what path he was leading them down."Before I knew it she's naked in my bed. And begging for her surprise. Her kinky surprise." Jungkook’s voice wobbles a bit, a giggle threatening to spill out but contained. "I went to work," he resumes as he struggles to control his facial features."I tied her arms and legs to my four-poster bed. And I blindfolded her. And when I was done with those things I began to eat her out. And I mean we've fucked like a handful of times, but she would announce when she was about to orgasm.”Jungkook nods his head at the memory and then takes another drink."So, she's screaming right? Screaming that she was about to cum. So I did what I had been planning. I stopped."Taehyung can feel his eyes widen."I had to. I had a plan to stick to. So I told her I have something she's gonna love." "What did you do, Jungkookie," Taehyung asks, leaning closer to him.Jungkook holds up his hand, silently asking to continue his story."I turned on some music. Cranked it loud because I didn't want the neighbors to hear her scream. And then I got the bag full of my jizz from the freezer. It was rock hard. So cold. And it looked weird. Like congealed slime." Jungkook shrugs and then glances at Jin."And then I placed the said -  jizz bag -  on her chest and then whispered in her ear, ‘I hope you like being a filthy dirty girl.’ And then I left.""Wait. What?" Taehyung's eyebrows furrow. "What do you mean you left?""I mean that I left a naked, tied up, fucking smoking hot Yuri on my bed with an iced jizz bag on her chest. Left to go get a burger."No one speaks. All of them are looking at one another. And Taehyung's mouth is hanging wide. His stomach turns at the thought of it all.Taehyung takes a sip of his drink and it seems to trigger a chained event for Seokjin and Jungkook. Each of them finding comfort in their alcohol."And then what happened," Taehyung finally asks. He figures the moment of silence was for his sake."I came back after an hour or so and the music was still blaring. Shout out to Metallica. But yeah I walked into the bedroom to find that the cum in the bag had leaked out. I'm talking about her chest was covered in a thick layer of my cum. It was disgusting…and kinda hot,” Jungkook’s sighs and rubs at his eyes tiredly.“I let her know I was back and she asked me if I could untie her so she could suck my dick properly. And I did let her out. Of her restraints. And as soon as she was free she was clawing at me. Saying that it was too fucking kinky for her. And how dare I leave her tied up and edged for so long."“She spread my cum all over my face. And then she keyed my car on the way out to wait for her Uber. Got dressed on the sidewalk."It's quiet but then Taehyung hears Seokjin laughing and then Jungkook joins in. Taehyung doesn't know how he feels about the story. It wasn't as funny as he thought it was going to be. He’s looking at his doe-eyed baby face friend differently. Never thought these traits lived inside of Jungkook."That's fucked up," Taehyung finally asserts as his friends laughter slowly dies down."I wasn't trying to be mean. I was just trying to be kinky," Jungkook shrugs."I apologized. Sent her flowers. But she blocked me everywhere. Told me I was toxic as fuck.”Jungkook is staring out the restaurant windows, eyes searching as his lips settle into a straight line.“Don't judge me, Taehyung. Don't act like you haven’t done some fucked up shit for a woman," the storyteller continues as he drains the rest of his beer."Yeah. Jungkook's got a point. Remember when I spent half my mortgage on that stripper, Kitten, I was fucking last year?" Taehyung nods. He remembers because he's the one that secured the missing mortgage funds for Seokjin.The guy was one hell of a chef, a decent business man and a terrible gambler. He was always betting his life savings away.“Well, what I didn't tell you was she fucking slashed all the tires on my  truck  when I stopped "sponsoring" her,” Seokjin making air quotes with his hand.“Yeah that pussy cost me alot of money,'' Seokjin reminisces as his hand finds his glass again. Finishing his drink with an audible gulp.His mentor sits the glass down on the table with a flourish before he’s turning toward him."What about you, Taehyung? What have you done for some pussy?' ******************************************************************** “It's good to see you, Taehyung. It's been a few weeks." Dr. Park announces as he shuts the walnut door behind him, sending him a shy smile.The doctor is dressed impeccably.Argyle deep purple sweater vest sits atop a lavender striped button up, his pants are beige corduroy. And he’s wearing the same shoes as his last visit.May be the therapist's favorite pair. Maybe they’re more comfortable than they look.Taehyung appreciates his fashion sense greatly.The doctor gets settled into his leather chair and then holds up the tape recorder in his hand. Taehyung sees Dr. Park’s thumb and then hears a click. “Still okay to record?”“Yeah, totally fine,” Taehyung oozes smoothly as his hand rubs down his thigh while letting his eyes get more acclimated to its surroundings. The first time he was here, he was so nervous that he could only remember a few details: the rug, the two abstract paintings hanging behind an adjustable desk and how many steps it will take to get to the exit.But now he takes in the lavender gray walls and the coupling of plants on a shelf next to the window. It’s around noon but the light is still subdued thanks to the days getting shorter and nights getting longer.“How are you Taehyung?” Taehyung pulls his eyes from the trees outside the window which are clinging to the last few red leaves that remained on the branches. It was beautiful. Doesn't know why. But they remind him of you.He’s smiling. Thinking of you makes him do that. “I’m good.”“Yeah,” Dr. Park asks, leaning back in his chair and crossing one leg over the over, resting at the knee. “Yeah, I think so. I feel better than the last time I was here,” Taehyung sighs.It’s true he feels better. Doesn’t feel like a creep anymore. “Well that’s great,” the doctor says with a wide smile stretched firmly on his face, uncrossing his long dancer legs and leaning on his elbows toward him.“Tell me. Tell me what has happened since I last saw you.”“Y/N. She’s mine.” Taehyung smiles again, heart fluttering at the thought of you saying yes when he asked if you belonged to him.Taehyung feels smug as he watches the doctor's face pull into a frown."So you haven't stayed away from her?'"She doesn't want to stay away. She has been in my bed multiple times and I in hers," Taehyung shrugs nonchalantly."Okay. Fair enough." Taehyung takes the time to look at the doctor again and the man is just staring at him. "So she knows that you've watched her? That you have a pair of panties that you get off with?”"She does. In fact, she gave me a different used pair to keep." Taehyung goads his legs shift side to side. the thought of your panties always made him shift.Dr. Park sighs lightly and then nods. "So, the two of you are…boyfriend and girlfriend…"Taehyung is scratching at his arms now. He hates thinking about this. Why does everyone ask him what you are to him? Or what he is to you? "We're just, us. I am Taehyung. And she is her."Dr. Park is quiet and his pointer finger presses to his pillowy lips."You think it's weird, don't you," Taehyung accuses, adjusting in his seat leaning toward the doctor. He cannot pinpoint it but the way Dr. Park was looking at him really annoyed him."You think I'm weird. Or that she's weird right? I just watched her. I didn't do anything wrong." Taehyung is breathing hard, a fist curled to his chest as he tries to catch his breath."I wasn't thinking that Taehyung. I'm sorry if you thin-""I'm not weird. I'm not a creep," he interrupts, holding up his hand."I'm not hurting her, or placing frozen cum on her chest," he defends, rising from his chair. "I just want to be with her. Anyway possible."Taehyung's hands are shaking. "Mr. Kim, please sit down. Let me get"Taehyung didn't hear the rest, he had already taken the five steps to leave the room. ********************************************************************
[Song suggestion: What Once Was by Her’s]
He’s got a terrible headache. His eyes are throbbing. The flat of his fingertips press against his eyelids and it reduces some of the fuzzy vision he’s experiencing. It’s Friday night. The kids were with Sunmi this weekend, he met her at McDonald’s before dinner service. Taehyung is tired. Service was getting more hectic, which always happened in November. Eat and eat and drink and drink. That was the vibe. His bed calls his name from somewhat far off, yet your siren song calls louder.You are in the bar that he was currently parked across the street from. He didn’t see you walk in. And you weren’t expecting him. He knows where you were because of the AirTag he slipped into your wallet yesterday.It wasn’t something he had planned.Just as he was tucking the kids into bed, kissing their foreheads and giving them last hugs he heard his phone ding from across the hall.Rolling the switch to turn on the multi-colored lights that are strung around the room, he flicked the light switch off before he closed the door softly behind him. Remembering to leave the door cracked a bit was one of Ella’s diligent requests.He checked his phone and saw a text from you that made it chime. His heart is instantly pounding in his chest. Every time he reached out to you, you told him that you were busy with work or already had plans. He hasn’t seen you properly since you came to the restaurant.You: WYD Tae?Him: I just tucked the kids in bed. WBY?You: Wanna come over for a drink?Him: be there in 5Taehyung was smiling as he opened up his nightstand drawer and pulled a condom out the box and tucks one in his pocket. He then freshens his mouth with mouthwash and washes his hands.He thought you had forgotten him. Or was blowing him off. You were just busy. You are a busy and important woman.As he picked up his keys, he noticed the spare AirTag that was sitting next to them. He had bought the pack of four because Chet and Nat kept losing his house keys. So he had picked some up at the Apple store with every intention to attach to their keychains.Which he did. And then he attached one to his own keychain. The last one. Well the last one he was going to attach to Mazzy, Ella’s most prized lovely. The damn stuffed animal had been lost so many times. But Ella and him had an agreement that they were gonna buy a necklace for Mazzy and then attach the AirTag aka “Mazzy Locator” to it. They were going to do that afterschool the next day.That was the plan. Plans change.Taehyung doesn’t know why he picked it up and tucked it next to his keys but he did. Slipping out of his condo locking the door behind him.When he knocked on your door, he felt dumb. He didn’t bring anything, but his oversized sand-colored parachute pants and a white Bart Simpson t-shirt. Not even a bottle of wine. He was about to head back into his condo to fetch a bottle from his wine rack when your door opened.You're cozy looking. Clad in rainbow pajamas, you grab his arm and tug him inside your place."Hey you," you greet as you wrap your arms around his waist and place a kiss on his cheek. The movement doesn't last long. You're unwrapping yourself around him only to grab an already filled glass of wine and shove it into his empty hand."Come. Sit. Tell me about your day? How are the little monsters," you ask as you grab your own glass and head to your pillow filled couch. He spied a half eaten carton of cookies on your pathetic excuse of a coffee table and had to bite back a smile.“Monsters are monsters. My day was busy.”You giggled at him before your hand gripped  his wrist and yanked him into the couch. He landed with a flop. And your toes are quick to squirm under his ass.“Hmm, yeah this week has been shit.” “Yeah you’ve been busy. Wanna talk about it?” Taehyung asked as he took a sip of wine.“No,” you chirp, face beaming. You giggle and shrug.He missed your face. It had been twelve days since he was alone with you. The date counts as the last time and you showing up at his restaurant doesn’t count at all.“I’ve barely seen you since our date. I’m a little surprised you texted me tonight.”You scoffed. “Why are you surprised?” you ask as you wiggle impossibly deeper into your couch cushions. “I mean. I thought you hated our date,” Taehyung chuckles.You smacked his arm playfully. More giggles filled the room. “Tae, it was a great date. I’ve just been-”“Busy.” The word fell from both of your lips at the same time.The whole vibe was comfortable and yet awkward. Too many of his thoughts hung in the room. A part of him wanted to grill you. Ask you if you were blowing him off. Ask you if you were really busy. But he didn’t. Instead he took the moment to bathe in your presence. He had missed it so much.
[Song Suggestion: 12:34am by Billy Lemos]
“If the date was so great. Let me take you out again,” he hummed as his hand slithers up your thigh. It was covered in cotton, but he could feel your warmth. You always were so cold. Yet every time he touched you, you were so hot. You were complicated. It’s not a complaint. Just another thing to file away.“Okay,” you whisper. “When?”“Tomorrow,” Taehyung murmurs before his lips graze against yours.  His hand presses against your stomach lightly. Your body was such a comfort for him. He goes to lengthen the kiss but you pull away.You’re biting your lip. And this is a first. The look on your face was new to him. So he didn’t know where to place it. When your eyes met his, you shook your head in a quick way. “What?” Taehyung hushes. He was worried. Because you look worried. And maybe it wasn’t worry that sat on your features. It could be nervousness. You looked nervous. That was it.“I can’t go out tomorrow.”You pause. “Work function,” you finally add.“Oh,” he replies, pulling away slightly. “What about Sunday?” he suggests.Your mouth opened and then shut tightly. “I have plans with my mom. But what about Monday?” You sipped your wine. Bigger than the sip before. This one is almost a gulp.He nodded. “Yeah, I’m off on Monday. That’ll work.” And at that, a smile spread across your face. Then soon after that he's leaning in for a kiss to which you stop, again. Lips inches away. You stopped him so you could use the bathroom. And you hadn’t even closed the bathroom door when his brain began swirling with suspicion. It came on fast. His brain processed all that had happened in the last four minutes and twenty-six seconds. Taehyung's scalp was itchy with the thought you were lying to him. Suddenly he remembers the AirTag residing in his pocket. And the weight of it in his pocket grew with every passing second. There was your purse. Just gawking at him. He perked his ears and heard nothing so he moved quickly to your bag. He was going to slip it into the pocket of your purse. He bought Sunmi many purses over the years. He had good taste. Paid attention to detail. But one thing he knew was why he bought Sunmi so many of them. She rotated purses. Taehyung takes a moment to look at the hand bag. And yep. He didn’t recognize it.He tugged it open anyway. But then he saw something.A wallet. And Taehyung is sure you had the same wallet when you stopped by  at the restaurant. He heard the toilet flush and his heart damn near stopped. Shaky fingers unzipped the back compartment of the wallet and he slipped the AirTag in a small pocket inside. Away from the plastic cards and money tucked inside.The wallet fell out of his hands and back into your purse as you exited the bathroom. You looked at him with knitted eyes and Taehyung had to force a smile on his face. You had to have seen him. Had to.“You okay?” you asked, closing the distance to him. He nodded, hands clapped and he was talking, “It’s getting late. Gotta get the monsters ready in six hours.” You frowned and then ran your eyes all over him. But then you exhaled and you nodded at him.“I get it, Mr. Mom,” you rolled your eyes and then smacked his ass which made him laugh. You were full of surprises too.And it wasn’t until he got back into his place and heard the faint sighing of his kids across the hall that he thought that maybe he had gone too far.******************************************************************** 
[Song Suggestion: bop it up! By The Marias]
Yet, less than twenty-four hours later of knowing all of your movements, he’s sitting outside of a bar. The AirTag told him as much. You’re a cat emblem, Ella picked it for Mazzy. But neither of them will ever know the difference.Taehyung is stepping out of his black Jeep. Black boots meeting asphalt. His entire ensemble is dark. He wanted to blend in with the night. Blend with the shadows.He knew, afterall what role he is playing tonight. A creep.Taehyung straightens his black jeans, pinching the denim at the knees and tugging them slightly, feeling the waistband sitting low on his hips.His fingers graze his belt buckle as  he checks the road for cars before crossing toward the drinking establishment.He’s lowering his head as he enters. He wanted to wear a baseball cap but the bar was upscale. Not a sports bar. Business-like attire was required. Hence why he was dressed tailored. Dark gray sweater tucked in his jeans and belted at the waist. Taehyung pulls a you as he enters and informs the host he was sitting at the bar and table wasn't needed.As he wraps to the left of the interior, his eyes sweep around the area. It's noisy and lots of people are there, but he doesn’t see you. It disappoints him. It relieves him. It worries him.He squeezes between bodies and makes his way to the white slick bartop.A pretty boy with lots of brown skin showing in an all white jumper slides in front of him. “What can I get you handsome?”Taehyung smiles at him. “Can I get a Macallahan One neat?”“You got it daddy,” the pretty boy pops off before sauntering off while wiggling what his mama gave him. And she had blessed him with a lot.But honestly? What is it the deal with people wanting to call him daddy for fuck’s sake?Oh shit. There you are, you’re just walking out the bathroom and his eyes stay glued to you. Watching as you thread between rows of tables and chairs. Witnessing heads turning as you carve your way, to push against the patio doors.He’s moving with you, but at a distance. He arcs around the bar until he identifies exactly where you were sitting and who you were sitting with.It’s a table of four. Two guys. Two girls. You being the one of two.And he recognizes two faces. One being the strong armed lady visitor of yours, Geena and the other makes his blood run cold. He knows the fucking face. Has looked at this face multiple times on social media - Jung Hoseok. You’re right next to him too. You’re wearing a fucking deep cut green shirt that is showcasing your tits perfectly.Hoseok obviously has a lot of interest in it because he keeps looking straight at them. His arm is resting on the back of your chair and every now again his thumb swipes your shoulder.Every muscle in Taehyung’s body is knotted. His jaw hurts with how hard he is clenching his teeth together right now. He kicks back his drink and asks for another. He has to get another because you’re leaning into Hoseok. And every now and again Hoseok is whispering into your ear. And you’re giggling. Taehyung swears he can hear the jingle of bells in his ears.Yet he holds back. But then he sees Hoseok’s hand come to rest on your thigh, he was slamming down his glass and asking for the goddamn check.Pretty boy isn’t flirty this time. “It’s not you, doll. It’s me,” Taehyung says as he signs the check quickly.He turns to the patio and you’re gone. You and everybody you were with are gone.
[Song suggestion: New Person, Same Old Mistakes by Tame Impala]
Taehyung is bustling out onto the sidewalk and he's checking his phone. But then he sees your group. He pauses under an awning as you slow down and then he sees you waving, walking another way with Hoseok. The platinum haired man is removing his coat and wrapping it around you. Taehyung is livid. Livid that another man’s jacket is wrapped around you. The two of you huddle together as you approach another bar, Hoseok opening the door for you, hand on the small of your waist.He waits before entering. He counts to one hundred and twenty before he’s tugging on the bar doors. This place is much more intimate than the previous spot.The lights are very dim. People are speaking with hushed tones. He sees you instantly. You are in a secluded corner, sitting on a sleek couch with Hoseok’s arm draped over your shoulders.Taehyung is headed to you. He’s tired of this dude and his wandering eyes. “Hey Y/N.”Confusion colors your face. You’re sitting up and your eyes bounce between him and Hoseok. “Hey Tae,” you greet, teeth biting into your lip. “Here by yourself?”Taehyung nods and then pointedly looks at you and then Hoseok.“Tae, this is Hoseok. My co-worker. Hoseok, this is Taehyung, my neighbor.”Taehyung only sees red. That’s what he is to you? A fucking neighbor?“I’d like to think we’re more than neighbors since I’ve had my dick in your pussy several times.”Your mouth is falling open.“What the fuck?” Hoseok sputters standing up. “I don’t know what your problem is bro,” the blonde says, standing up.“I’m not your fucking bro,” Taehyung clips out, eyeing Hoseok from head to toe. The man looks fit, but Taehyung thinks he can take Hoseok any day. Hoseok is closing in on his personal space. His chest is puffed and only gets closer. Taehyung’s hands are curling into fists.“Taehy-” “Are you fucking him?” His jaw is clenched. But he’s forcing himself to pull from Hoseok’s gaze, turning to take you in. “It’s none of your goddamn business,” Hoseok spits out. He touched a nerve.“I’m gonna go,” you announce as you hand Hoseok back his coat, your eyes pointed to the ground. He has fucked up.“I’m sorry Y/N,” the words are rolling off his tongue instantly. You look angry. His hands are wrapping around your waist and you are pushing him away.“Not right now ,Tae.” You’re trying to swerve out of his hold.But he can’t let you go. “Dude, it’s obvious she’s trying to get away from you,” Hoseok’s hand is on his shoulder. And Taehyung’s quick to jerk it away and push the blonde in the chest.“Don’t fucking touch me.”“Taehyung,”  his attention returns to you and you now look scared. But this doesn’t look cute. It makes his skin crawl.  “Please let me go,” you whisper.And he does. He does let you go.“Let me walk you,” Hoseok offers, eyes squinting at Taehyung as he pulls his coat on his form. He watches as you leave with Hoseok and Taehyung feels like his heart just splintered. Taehyung doesn’t remember how he gets home, but all he knows is that he is. He’s staring out his blinds. Your lights stay off. And your blinds stay closed.He’s texted you a few times. And you haven’t responded. It’s late. He should try to go to sleep, but he’s worried about you. Did you go home with Hoseok? Are you fucking him right now?He’s pacing in his kitchen and scrolling through social media when you do finally respond.You: Are you free tomorrow?Taehyung couldn’t type his response fast enough.Him: For youAt one hundred and eighteen, you finally hit him back.You: Stop by tomorrow around noon? We should talk.Taehyung’s looking across to your place. It’s still dark. He’s sure you haven’t made it home yet.You want to talk. And the formality of it all makes his gut twist. But maybe this exactly was needed. To finally talk.

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[Song suggestion: Telephones by Vacations]
 
Taehyung hasn’t slept. Instead of sleeping, he’s been staring at his phone. Well, mainly the clock on the phone. 
 
And when his eyes weren’t on the digital device they were glancing up to his window blinds to see if your lights would come on. 
 
They don’t.
 
He rubs his eyes as he looks at the clock again. It’s almost 5:00am.  
 
There’s been no movement behind your window. It was about twenty-two minutes ago when he walked into the common area and glanced up at your back balcony window. That lamp that you liked to keep on when you were away was lit. 
 
There was a time not too long, he awakened in your bed, and then shuffled off to get a glass of water. Shuffling in the dark, hands sliding against the wall, only to eventually stub his pinky toe into the corner of the wall because he couldn’t see shit. All the lights were off in your place.
 
You told him that you liked to sleep in pitch black when you placed a packed bag of ice on his foot, pointing to the blackout curtains that hang from above your bedroom window.
 
That light signals that you are not home. That’s what the fucking dumb, holding vigil piece of shit lamp spelled. You're somewhere else at this hour. The hours of fucking and making bad choices. Sometimes the two were one in the same.
 
Taehyung sulks at his Nespresso machine, debating if he should try to drink the beverage you and Yoongi were obsessed with. There are still several hours left until he’s to meet with you. 
 
He doesn’t need caffeine, he can push through. 
 
Taehyung can stay awake. He will head to the kitchen. His eyes pull toward the time, but the one on his stove. Already, his brain is calculating how long he’s been awake. It’s almost been twenty-four hours since Taehyung last slept. 
 
Waking up to get his kids ready for school at 6:00am. Taking the kids to McDonald’s to exchange them with Sunmi. Dinner service. The bar. You and this fucking Hoseok guy cuddled on the couch like lovers.
 
That’s what's bothering him. That’s what was keeping him up. You looked beyond comfortable with this guy. 
 
And Taehyung had been keeping his eye on you for months. Carefully listening against your exterior wall every now and then to see if he could hear you if he could not see you. 
 
Then once he begins fucking you this guy is texting and calling you. You said he was a friend and then introduced him as a co-worker. 
 
Why the switch up? 
 
It all made his brain ache.
 
Taehyung doesn’t know when he fell asleep all he knows is that he’s now waking up with a crick in his neck. 
 
The table doesn’t not make a good bed and his arms made terrible pillows. It’s 10:41a.m. his phone notifies him.
 
He takes his time to stand, all the muscles in his body are screaming in protest. But he needs to get ready. He needs to get ready to see you. His bastard of a dick twitches at the thought. Yet his feet are leading him to his window. 
 
Your blinds are open. You are home. 
 
That realization sinks into his pores quickly, causing blood to shoot through his veins and jolt his brain fully awake. He’s moving faster now, reaching into his fridge to grab the container of apple juice.  Seeing there’s only so much, a glass wasn’t needed. He finished off the bottle and tossed into the recycling bin.
 
With that Taehyung is off to get scrubbed and ready to face you. He tries to steady his breath as the water stream beats the skin on his shoulders. He’s ready to make amends. He knows that he crossed some boundaries with you, but it still didn’t excuse the fact that you keep skirting around what the fuck the two of you were doing. 
 
After his shower he’s tugging on a brown sweatshirt, olive parachute pants. His long hair won’t obey, so he’s snatching a mustard beanie over his head and shoving his feet into his slippers. He glances at the watch on his wrist.
 
[Song suggestion: THREE STRIKES by Honne ft. Khalid]
 
It’s 11:42a.m. Taehyung tries to wait. He reviews the sales for the restaurant. They sold out of last night’s specials. This time of year was a money rake.
 
11:47a.m.
 
He tried but he can’t wait anymore. He would rather be early, than on time and even worse, late.
 
His breath is shallow as he steps into the freshness of the day. It's cold out, the rush of the hot air from his lungs is mixing with the early afternoon chill. Warm misty clouds puff from his mouth and he quickly rubs his hands together before he’s knocking on the door. 
 
Three solid raps onto the wood with the knuckle of his pointer finger.
 
The door opens almost immediately.  
 
You swing it widely, before you’re instantly turning and walking back into your living room. Only your fingertips gracing the edge of door are his greeting.
 
Taehyung's lips feel dry, so he licks them as he steps inside. He’s closing the door and takes a moment to inspect your place.
 
It’s dark inside. 
 
Even though the sun is already high in the sky. Only a little light is coming into the balcony glass door, causing his eyes to struggle to adjust. 
 
It’s also eerily quiet. 
 
Every time he has been over, music is either playing from the Bluetooth speaker in your kitchen, the tv was on some Netflix series or your voice is filling the empty spaces of the home.
 
You’re taking a seat on your couch, the clutter of pillows crowd you easily. The familiar green robe is wrapped half haphazardly around your shoulders.
 
But you are not bare. Not this time. 
 
A royal blue jumper sits beneath the luxurious emerald garment and it stops at your mid-thigh.
 
Taehyung swallows hard as he stalks closer to you. The air feels odd, but his pull to you is still there. It's undeniable. And as he gets closer, you are eyeing him wearily while your hands fist by your side. 
 
Should he sit beside you? 
 
Taehyung sees a knitted pouf ottoman nestled between the corner of your couch and the wall. He grabs it, pulling it closer in proximity to you before he sits on his haunches. His gaze is a bit lower than yours. But he doesn’t care. You should always be slightly above him. 
 
It seems fitting and natural to him.
 
Your eyes move to the hands which are folded in your lap and they stay there. You look like a beautiful statue.
 
“Y/N,” Taehyung whispers softly, the sound of your name vibrating in his chest. Feels so good to him.
 
His fingers reach out and graze the velvet of your calf. The skin rises in response to his caress and your eyes close briefly before fluttering open. You’re still picking up on the messages he’s sending you.
 
He wants you.
 
“Tae,” your voice holds a warning and you’re adjusting so your legs fold onto the couch. 
 
He doesn’t say anything, but then his lip aches. He’s been biting into it hard. Trying his best to let you say what you need to say. 
 
He’s been waiting all night for you to say something. Anything. 
 
Spotting one of your blankets, and he tugs it over your thighs. Must keep you warm. It’s cold out.
 
“We need to talk,” you say matter-of-factly, shoving the offered blanket off of you. 
 
Taehyung lets out a huge puff of air from his lungs. He feels dizzy for a moment.  The past was suddenly blending with the present.
 
Your voice almost sounded like Sunmi’s when you said those four words.
 
“Who is he? Who’s Hoseok?” Taehyung rambles out before letting you begin whatever assault you had planned for him. 
 
He needs to know who the fuck he really is.
 
You’re the one sighing now as you are straightening and then leaning further into the back cushions. Fingers gather the edges of your robe and your hands wrap it around your body.
 
Why are you hiding away from him?
 
“I will tell you all you want to know. If you promise to tell me everything I want to know,” you say steadily, resting your elbows on your bent knees.
 
“Whatever you wanna know darling,” he nods, fingers stretching out, the very tips curving along the joint, loving your flesh against his.
 
Taehyung loves touching you. He needs to touch you.
 
How is he supposed to be in the same space as you and not be within fingertips reach? He supposes he’ll never know.
 
You’re nodding. “Okay. Hoseok is my co-worker. And he’s also my ex-fiancé.”
 
Stop. 
 
His fingertips come to a complete fucking stop as his brain trips around the new information. 
 
Part of him wants to react. But who is the fuck is he kidding? He has a whole fucking ex-wife. Not to mention three young kids. 
 
He’s not going to say anything. He can listen to you. Let you finish. Life fucking happened before him and will continue when you’re with him. 
 
“Alright,” Taehyung’s fingers are moving again. His middle finger traces a circle on your skin, his eyes focus on the pattern. It soothes him. “Are you sleeping with him?”
 
Now he’s curious about your eyes right now. They always speak louder than your actual words.
 
“I hav-”
 
“Were you with him last night?” Taehyung interrupts. You slide your leg away from his touch. He wasn’t realizing his tracing had become two fingers pinching your flesh.
 
“Yes, but not like that,” you mutter shakily and there’s something in that tone. Something your mouth isn’t saying but your eyes are.
 
Taehyung’s processing the information you just gave him when you’re suddenly asking him a question.
 
[Song suggestion: YKWIM by Yot Club]
 
“Is this yours?” You are holding out an arm to him, palm flat and open. In the center of your hand is the AirTag with a heart on it.
 
The world is spinning again. And he blinks several times to clear his vision. And when it does clear, you're looking at him. 
 
And for the first time he realizes that it looks like you’ve been crying.
 
He’s nodding and then he’s doing his best to explain. Because your eyes are watering. And he doesn’t want them to reveal what they’re holding. 
 
“I was just worried about you darling. And I bought it for Mazzy, Ella’s lov-”
 
“Are there more of them in here…the Airtags? On my person?” You interrogate, surveying the room and then pressing your hands to your chest, palms to breasts. 
 
Taehyung’s reaching up to grab your hands. “There’s nothing else. I promise. I’m sorry,” He rises and presses his lips to yours.
 
“I forgive you for not telling me about Hoseok. Now, forgive me.” 
 
“It’s not the same Tae, you tracked me without my consent. You

hid

it,” you huff and rub your eyes tiredly.
 
“It’s kind of similar actually. You hid that you've been talking to your ex-fiancé this whole time. You told me he was your co-worker,” Taehyung shrugs.
 
You study one another. But you let him finally hold your hand. And he’s gets hopeful when you squeeze his fingers.
 
“I know you’ve been watching me. Tell me for how long. Tell me everything, Tae.” Your thumb caresses the skin on the back of his hand. 
 
“I didn’-”
 
“Tae, one of the things I like in a man is honesty. Be honest with me.”
 
Your voice is featherlight. And he feels so good that you notice that he tries his best to be completely transparent with you. He wishes you would do the same with him. 
 
All humans have their superpowers. 
 
His happens to be honesty. 
 
Just because he didn’t divulge everything to everyone doesn’t mean he was being deceitful. Sure we omitted information, but he rarely lied. 
 
Rarely.
 
Besides, Taehyung couldn’t lie to you anyway right now if he wanted to. Your eyes are tugging the truth out of him. His whole aura feels under the influence of you, his judgment is clouded. 
 
“One hundred and nineteen days. That’s how long I’ve been watching you.”
 
He sees your eyes dilate for a moment before narrowing at his confession. 
 
“But not like every day. Just like the first time I saw you in your window and couldn’t stop thinking about you was one hundred and nineteen days ago.” 
 
Taehyung is panting. His breath coming out hot and fast. He feels better.
 
Your lips press tight together. And the grip he has on your wrist tightens automatically.
 
He just needs to keep you with him. 
 
Needs you to look at him and not get lost in all that he just said. To look at him. To remember that you respond to his touch. To

him

. 
 
And you do. You do respond. 
 
Your eyes widen and your lips part slightly before you nod for him to continue. 
 
His words were all semantics. What he meant is he was taken by you. He couldn't help but drown you with attention.
 
Taehyung does continue.
 
He weaves the story of seeing you the first time as you were sweeping your floor. Regales you of all the information he pumped out of Maya. Told you about Maya telling him all about the fiancé you let go of because you were bored. 
 
Knew you had a fiancé but he didn’t know the fiancé was THE Hoseok.
 
As Taehyung continues, he notices you haven’t interrupted him. You haven’t asked one question. You just watch him as he details your habits, your schedules and oh, him jerking off in the common area after seeing you half naked that one evening. 
 
That’s when you react. Taehyung’s sure he has been rambling for at least an hour. And it was there that you gulp loudly.
 
It’s time for a break. 
 
His tongue hurts from the words that have been tumbling out of his freely mouth.
 
“Let me make you some tea,” he announces, getting up and easily moving to your kitchen. He feels lighter. A lot lighter than he felt two hours ago. 
 
You’re watching him as he moves to the cupboard that holds your teapot and then the small drawer that the ginger tea you like to sip on is nestled. 
 
Every movement is accessed by your gaze. Evaluating him. 
 
After filling up the teapot, he clicks the burner on and then looks over you.
 
“Are you hungry? Did you eat?” He asks, opening your refrigerator to scope what you had.
 
A bunch of arugula, mushrooms, butter…
 
“I’m not hungry, Taehyung.”
 
That gets his attention. He let’s go of the fridge handle and lets the refrigerator door clap closed. 
 
What. Are. You.
Doing
?
 
Why are you saying his whole fucking name like that?
 
You have called him Tae. 
 
Mr. Mom. Your date. Or your neighbor. 
 
But he can’t recall the last time you referred to him as Taehyung.
 
“You’re not still upset about the AirTag are you?” Taehyung chastises as he rounds your kitchen counter to move back into the living room, closer to you.
 
Suddenly, you feel far away. Even though you're steps from him.
 
Your eyes slide away from him and  over to your glass balcony door. Lips nibbling on a piece of skin chapped there. 
 
“Taehyung, I just think we need some space.”
 
“What?” 
 
He’s rushing to you and you’re cowering away from him. Legs pulled toward your chest and arms wrapped around them.
 
Panic is etched across your face. 
 
What has he done? What has he done that has made you look at him like this?
 
“Are you scared of me? Mad at me? You know I would never hurt you, right?” Taehyung babbles as he nudges the pouf he was sitting on over with the tip of his slipper. Taking its place and floundering to his knees. 
 
Grateful that the rug is there but damn the hardness of the floor still jolts his system. But that’s fine. He’ll suffer if it keeps you from saying what he thinks you’re trying to say. 
 
Taehyung is yanking your legs away from your body so he can bury his face between them. His nose skimming at the crux of your thighs. Damn, you smell so good. His tongue traces the seam between your legs and your skin is so smooth.
 
You’re wiggling away from him and his arms wrap around your waist.
 
“Don’t do this, darling. I won’t do it again. I will never follow you without your consent again.” He can feel tears swimming behind his eyelids. 
 
Taehyung does not cry. 
 
He’s never cried as a man. Crying at his grandparents’ funerals and the birth of his children, doesn’t count. 
 
Yet here he is, trying his best to swallow his tears. Whimpers are clawing up his throat and he’s biting down hard on his lip to keep them at bay.
 
Your hands find the top of his head and they pet down until they’re cupping his cheeks. 
 
“Taehyung. I like you.”
 
“I love you,” he blurts out, voice shaking with exhaustion. Exhausted from holding all the words as long as he has. 
 
And now his tears break free, rolling down his face. A few dip into the corner of his lips. The taste of them is salty and pathetic.
 
“Love?"
 
"Taehyung, you don’t know me,” you state firmly, big concerned eyes bouncing between his.
 
“But I do,” his tone is hollow and broken. Every word is a hiccup. He needs to see your face but he can’t  because of the tears pouring out his eyes and down his cheeks.
 
Why would you need space? You just admitted that you liked him. He’ll tell you everything. Just like you requested when this conversation began.
 
“You love to eat Milka cookies as a bedtime snack. You love Harry Potter books and you read all of the stories like twice a year. You have an unhealthy relationship with root vegetables. You need an iced vanilla latte all day, everyday. if you can help it. You love to bake and you don’t think I noticed it. But I have. Those donuts, the ones you brought for my kids and saved my ass for breakfast? You made them.”
 
Taehyung is out of breath and his nose is leaking. One of his hands lets go of your waist so it can wipe at his face. It’s so wet. 
 
You’re looking at him as you lick your lips. Your eyebrows are knitted together and now your eyes are small, squinting. 
 
“Taehyung…”
 
“Don’t Taehyung me. Please don’t. Just keep calling me Tae,” he whines, digging his head back between your legs. 
 
All Taehyung can hear is his pounding heart and sniffles from his nose.
 
“Okay, T-tae. It sounds like you do know me,” Taehyung israising his head to look at you again, at the sound of his nickname. 
 
You’re biting on your thermal painted thumbnail. That's another thing he knows.
 
You fucking paint your nails almost every other day. 
 
“But I don’t know anything about you.”
 
“Yes, you do,” he argues, arms tugging your waist to bring you closer to him. He cranes his neck so your lips are near his. 
 
“You know I’m Kim Taehyung, owner and head chef of Ella’s, the restaurant named after my princess. You’ve met my kids. You’ve hung out with them. And like you said not too long ago, ‘They’re part of me’. You know me, Y/N,” he whispers, his arms are wrapping tighter around your waist and drawing you closer still. 
 
His lips dust the skin beneath your jaw while your knees hit his stomach, causing him to grunt lowly. Your legs are pressed tight together. He’s done this many times, pulling you close and your legs would easily spread for him.
 
But they don't right now.
 
“Y/N,” he whispers again. His fucking bottom lip is trembling, he can't even kiss you. His teeth work down to get it under control.
 
“Tae, I don’t even know your birthday or your favorite col-”
 
“December 30th, twenty-one days away. Forest green and brown are my favorite colors,” he confesses.
 
You stare at him. And he tugs again and your legs open just a bit. He’s getting closer to his favorite place. 
 
But Taehyung doesn't mind working for it. You're worth the work.
 
You were his. He didn’t give a fuck about Hoseok. You weren’t saying that asshole’s name when he had his dick deep in your gut.
 
Taehyung bends; his hair brushing down your torso as he lands kisses to the tops of your thighs. 
 
You smell wonderful. You feel divine. 
 
"I will worship you for countless days and nights on my knees if that's what you wanted. If that would make you stop all this ridiculous talk."
 
One of his hands slides from your middle and comes to rest above your mound.
 
You're tensing under him, immediately  and pushing his shoulders back. 
 
"It's not ridiculous, Tae. I

liked

you, but you tracked me without my permission. And then you almost got into a fight with Hoseok. I just don't know

who

you

are

."
 
Taehyung is confused. He is scrunching up as you're adjusting and your knees are pushing against his stomach again.
 
His hand becomes trapped between your thighs. He snatches it out of your warm tight snare and places his shaky palm on the top of your leg. 
 
"Y/N, I want you to get to know me better. I should've said this weeks ago, but I want to be with you. I don't want you entertaining the company of no-" 
 
"Tae, I need space. Hoseok wants to work things out and I should've told you that. I-"
 
"Please don't go back to him. He's already had a chance. Give me one. Give a chance," Taehyung begs, scrambling to wrap his other arm back around you and you're crawling up onto the couch, away from him. 
 
You stand on the cushions and then step around him, feet meeting the floor.
 
And now he’s the one crawling, his clothed knees muddle against the rug, making his movements sluggish and jerky.
 
“What do you need? Whatever you want. I will give it to you,” he sobs as his fingertips struggle to make contact. 
 
You let him wrap his arms around you. His face slides against your delicately covered stomach. His nose presses against the fabric, your warmth. His tears are staining it. 
 
“I need you to leave, Tae. I need space," you whisper. He allows you to unwrap his arms from your waist and once free you're stepping back from him. 
 
Taehyung looks at you and the image breaks his heart. You’re closing the robe tight around you and the sash around it tighter. You're folding into yourself. And your eyes? They avoid his gaze.
 
And he realizes that anything he says right now, it won’t matter. 
 
Your mind is made up.
 
You’re a stubborn woman. You’re a stubborn and messy woman. 
 
And possibly a woman, who Taehyung just lost a chance with forever.
 
[Song suggestion: Solitude by Billie Holiday]
 
Taehyung fucking misses you. It's been seven days since he's heard from you or seen you. 
 
As requested, he has given you space. Physically. 
 
But, emotionally? Taehyung has tried. He has had enough. You never specified what space means to you.
 
All he know is you belong to him. And he loves you. 
 
These two facts are what has him still trying to reach you through the phone. He texted you every morning and before he fell asleep every night since. 
 
The texts were casual: 
 
"Good morning.”
 
“Good night.”
 
“Miss you.”
 
“Love you.”
 
After every message he sent only made him more irritated at the fact you were using an Android and not an iPhone. 
 
He didn’t know if you were even reading his texts or not. Every single text felt like sending a heartfelt speck of dust into the universe.
 
Taehyung only hopes you would at least see his texts and that you haven't blocked him. If you forgive him. He'll see if you're open to getting a new iPhone. 
 
He'd be more than happy to buy one for you.
 
And because you didn't respond to his texts, he found himself calling you. When he really missed you. Hearing you on your voicemail made him feel good. 
 
Taehyung doesn't think the messages made much sense. Mostly he would tell you he was thinking about you. That he missed you. Hope you were well.
 
One thing he didn't include was asking you to call him back. He didn't want you to feel like he was enclosing on the space you requested.
 
But your voicemail inbox became full three days ago. So he can't even leave you anymore messages.
 
But he was tired of text messages. And voicemails. That's not what your needed. Those forms of communication weren't romantic.
 
You needed romance. Deserved nothing less.
 
So he bought flowers. The same bouquet as your first official date. Only bigger. And more petals.
 
He left the them, wrapped in blue tissue paper on your Fuck Off doormat.
 
It’s now day two and the fucking flowers are pretty much dead. They're not potpourri. 
 
Not yet. 
 
But they are withering pathetically on the door mat. 
 
The whole fucking scene mocks him.
 
A sunshine face with the words 'fuck off' in conjunction with his piss poor excuse of romance wilting from neglect is poetic justice.
 
Seems about fucking right.
 
You deserve romance. And he deserves the pain. It's a learning lesson about how to love you right. The way you want.
 
Yet Taehyung's blood simmers in his veins when he lets his mind wander to the fact that you aren't and haven't been home.
 
If he had to guess, he thinks you departed at some point when he left to get his kids from school after your request for “space".
 
Space. 
 
How much did you need? 
 
Taehyung's been holding vigil by his window every chance he gets. That damn light in your back patio window has steady been on even in the daytime.
 
Did you need so much space that even walls between you and him was not enough?
 
As he retrieves the dying bouquet, pink and white petals trail behind him as he carries it in his hand back into his place. 
 
And he thinks what a pity you never got to see this bouquet. If the tiny one he gave you on the date put a smile on your face, surely this bouquet would have a bigger impact.
 
"That's it," he huffs to himself as he stuffs the flowers into his trash bin. 
 
Taehyung will have flowers delivered to the place you typically were at this time of day a week or two ago. 
 
He wants to keep his promise. He will not follow you. 
 
And he's not going to make direct contact either. This wasn't what he was trying to do with the flowers. 
 
Taehyung just needs you to remember him.
 
Remember what the two of you had together.
 
That he loves you even though you think he doesn't know you. But his heart knows you. It recognized your yours immediately.
 
He knows you’ve felt what he’s been feeling. You have reacted to every touch he’s given you since day one. 
 
Now that he thinks about it, you're like an exotic flower. He would like to think that his presence in your life has helped you bloom in some way. 
 
Taehyung's watched you from afar and he has seen you up close. There was denying that you opened up and brightened when he was around. 
 
The flower to his sun.
 
[Song suggestion: Blister In The Sun by Violent Femmes]
 
Before he knows it he is pulling out his phone and making a few calls.
 
Taehyung is a man of his word. He felt proud of himself when he ordered the same bouquet but the destination was different. 
 
And he did not deliver them. He had someone else do that. 
 
He waited in the parking lot. Across from the delivery address.  Watching if the flowers came back with the deliverer. 
 
They did not.
 
“Did you see her?” He asks Yoongi as the raven mullet hair man yanks on his Jeep’s passenger door and settles into the seat next to them. 
 
Yoongi rakes a hand through his hair and scratches at his scalp a moment before shaking his head. 
 
“I didn’t man. There was some assistant who said Y/N was in a meeting, but she’ll make sure she gets it.”
 
Taehyung’s heart lifts with hope. You’re here. He’s closer to you than he’s ever been in a week. 
 
“Thank you Yoongi,” Taehyung offers before pulling his smaller friend into his chest, arms wrapping around his shoulders.
 
The addict smells like the drug of his choice. Coffee. The scent is strong and powerful. His body tenses under Taehyung’s hold a moment before melting into it.
 
“Yeah man. You say you love her. Of course I’ll help you.”
 
Okay. So maybe Taehyung did not tell Yoongi everything that has transpired. But those were just minor details. Omission not deception.
 
The foundation. The foundation of it all is that you like him. And Taehyung loves you. 
 
And there’s a chance that your ‘like’ of him could evolve some day, some hour or some minute into love. The possibility is still there. You haven’t closed the door on that, yet. 
 
Taehyung continues to embrace his friend a moment more. 
 
The hugs he needs usually from his kids but he didn't have them this week. He hadn’t hugged anyone except for you and that was several days ago.
 
“Alright, I usually only accept this type of gratitude after I have my dick sucked.”
 
Taehyung gasps and pulls away, looking at the other man’s eyes. 
 
Yoongi's eyes are crescents and smirk lines his lips. “But the only gratitude I will accept today, from you is a fucking espresso.”
 
"Deal. I’ll grab you one after I pick up the monsters," Taehyung agrees, peels himself from his friend.
 
“Ugh,” Yoongi groans. “You better be glad that I like your kids or this could be a different story.”
 
[Song suggestion: Dreams by Night Tapes]
 
You
: Got your flowers Tae. I still need time. Please give that to me.
 
That’s the text you sent him four hours ago. And you received the flowers six hours before that.
 
First, space. Now, time.
 
You asked for some time. Time is temporary.
 
But still, Taehyung can’t sleep. This doesn't feel like time and space is what you’re asking for. 
 
It sounds like you are asking for him to erase you from his memory?
 
How’s he supposed to do that? 
 
How is he supposed to erase you? 
 
You’re scratched into his brain. His pulse beats with yours. You are part of him. If he erases you that means he has to cut a part of himself away.
 
Is that what you want? 
 
He has to get out of bed. 
 
No, he needs to get out of this room. It’s too hot. And the walls seem to close around him by the minute.
 
Taehyung walks into the hallway and pauses. Soft snores and breaths greet his ears and his heartbeat slows a little. He’s tiptoeing to slightly open the door where the soft sounds emanate, pushing it gingerly with his fingertips. 
 
There's the silky crowns of heads and a few feet dangling over the edge of the beds. Those strands. Those limbs, they belong to him. They are his. He loves them so. 
 
He needs to smell what belongs to him. 
 
Taehyung's movements are slow and steady. He moves to Nat on the full-size bed. The boy is sleeping alone. 
 
He peers down close and examines the small beauty mark that rests on the young one's cheek. It’s one of the things that separates him from his brother. Nat is very proud of his mark.
 
Placing a small kiss as he sniffs, Taehyung can feel his roiling emotions settling. Decompression occurring. 
 
And soon, he’s proceeding to the wood bunk bed that sits on the opposite side of the room. It carries the tender bodies of the remaining two who are half him. 
 
The top bunk is his first stop. The rungs creak under his weight as he ascends but it's not the sound that makes him shake with anxiety.
 
Ever since Taehyung put the damn thing together, he was worried it was going to collapse. He knew his way around some tools, but assembling the bunk bed felt like piecing Mount Everest together. 
 
Maybe he should have Yoongi take a look at it next week? His friend is good with his hands.
 
Ella shuffles under her covers as he leans in close to kiss her cheek. His hand pets the top of her head and she lets out a contented sigh that makes him smile. 
 
The reveal of a smile is not lost on him. Taehyung hasn’t smiled much in the last week. It felt odd on his face.
 
By the time he’s given all his kids kisses and nuzzles, he’s creeping back to the hallway. But he doesn’t want to sleep so laying in bed is pointless.
 
For a moment he finds refuge in the kitchen as he sips water and then eats a banana. But then he’s staring at his closed blinds. And then he’s peeking in between the slats. 
 
Your light is still off. 
 
He feels his lips that were resting in a neutral position pull down even further than before. 
 
Where are you? 
 
If you’re not home where have you been staying?
 
Taehyung lights the candle he bought at the jazz in the park with you with a match. Your candle. Her. 
 
He just wants to smell you. He could grab the panties but that's for emergency circumstances. And if he smelled them, he would end up initiating the saddest jerk off of his life.
 
He can’t smell them because it will only fuel his desire to close space between you. But his dick only has a small grudge in this battle. It’s his brain and heart who are at war. 
 
Are you staying with one of your lady friends? Or worse maybe you’ve been with Hoseok this whole time?
 
“Fuck,” he hisses as the match he used to light the candle stings his hand. 
 
He’s sucking on the fresh burn on his thumb as he gazes at your door. His eyes wander to the fucking rosemary bush. It looks thirsty as ever.
 
Taehyung huffs, grabbing his unfinished glass of water, tucking on his slippers and pulling his front door open. He lets the door shut softly before he's marching toward the damn neglected robust plant. It’s grown since he last watered. 
 
Sun, water, and attention. It’s not that hard.
 
His fingers press against the spindly branches, making room so he can touch the dirt. It’s bone dry. 
 
But what's that? 
 
Taehyung presses again because something feels hard under the pads of his fingertips. 
 
Maybe it’s a rock?
 
Pointer finger bulldozes down and wraps around the object before tugging. 
 
He retrieves it, fingers brushing off the clumps of soil that cling to the surface. 
 
Again. His hands are shaking, again. 
 
Is this…
 
He stares down at the object in his palm. Fingers curling around the edges, and the metal teeth bite into his skin.
 
It’s real. 
 
But is it what he thinks it is?
 
Taehyung’s free sweaty palm wipes down his flannel pants as he looks up and then down the corridor. No one is here. 
 
It’s late. Put it back. 
 
But what if?
 
What if it does go to your door? Should he just leave it in a rather obvious place? That’s not safe.
 
First, just check to see if it fits. 
 
“If it doesn’t fit. I’ll put it back,” Taehyung mutters to himself as he gets closer to your door.
 
Positioning the weathered key, his hand wobbles as he takes a deep breath and then slides it into the lock. It replies with a gentle click. And when he turns the knob, it moves easily. 
 
His mouth is open. It is. 
 
Did you leave this for him? Did you?
 
The door opens slightly and he’s shutting it quickly. Breathing ragged again. 
 
He can’t do this. 
 
What is he doing? Was he going to go inside? 
 
He can’t do that. Can he?
 
Taehyung’s turning the key in the opposite direction and then twisting the knob. It’s met with resistance. The door is locked. 
 
He’s done nothing wrong. He only tested the key. 
 
But he can’t put the key back. It’s unsafe to do so. It’s unsafe for just anyone to stumble upon the gatekeeper to your home.
 
He’ll keep it safe, he thinks as the key slides into his pocket. As he makes his way back into his condo, he’s suddenly feeling tired, very tired. 
 
Slowly he walks to the lit candle in front of his window, blows it out and then closes his blinds. 
 
He will think of what to do with the key, but for now he needs rest. And on the way to his bed, the key sits warmly against his thigh and the feeling soothes him.
 
 [Song suggestion: How was Your Day? by beabadoobee]
 
The feeling of comfort from the key is fleeting though. 
 
Because once Monday morning arrives, Taehyung's kids are off to school and the key is weighing in his pocket like a stone. 
 
Taehyung carried it everyday. It felt like you were there with him as he moved throughout his days.
 
He couldn’t think of what to do with the key. It’s not that he couldn’t think of a thing to do. 
 
It was the opposite. He had too many options of what to do with it.
 
He argued with himself to put it back in the pot. 
 
But then again, maybe he should hide it somewhere and then let you know. Or he could tell you he found it. Those options won’t do.
 
You made it clear that you did not want him to contact you.

Right now.

And to be honest, these options came into his mind when he was alone. Not at work. Not when he’s with his kids. These thoughts swirled usually late at night when he can’t sleep.
 
Taehyung peeks at the clock. It’s 8:42a.m. The restaurant is closed. The kids are at school. He just got back from his condo after doing drop-off.
 
Are you home? He wonders. He’s been wondering that since he became enamored by you. 
 
Thinking back about your schedule before the distancing, he remembers meeting you during your lunch breaks on Mondays. Those were the days that you worked from home. You haven’t worked from home in over a week.  
 
Or so he thinks.
 
He needs something to signal besides your blinds and guardsman lamp to let him know you were inside. So a few days ago he moved the Fuck Off mat. Not by a lot, but just enough so one corner of it pressed against the door.
 
That if you opened it or if anyone did, the mat would lay flat on the ground. He left the corner was still pressed to the door.
 
With all these ideas swirling around his head, he finally decides that he should check inside your place. There had to be a reason he found the key.
 
What if you were hurt? 
 
What if something nefarious has happened to you?
 
Yes, you could be there. 
 
Well and alive. He could scare you. Anger you. But it was worth the risk to calm his nerves about your well-being.
 
And if you were there, if Taehyung did scare you, he would explain that he was worried about you. About how he found the key. He would continue being truthful. Always.
 
Taehyung moves quickly, approaching your door and heaving a long sigh as his knuckle raps twice. He pauses. There’s no response. He even presses his ear against the wood of the door. It’s chilly on his skin. He counts to five and doesn’t hear a thing on the side. 
 
His eyes map the corridor as his hand lines the key with the lock, turning and then rotating the knob to push the door open gently. The actions felt familiar and easy. 
 
Nonetheless, adrenaline was zipping through his veins and his heart was pounding against his chest. 
 
Once squeezed inside, he's closing the door stealthily behind him. Footsteps are soft and precise. 
 
“Y/N,” Taehyung winces at the sound of his own voice. He sounds small. He sounds frightened.
 
His feet take him to the living room, the space dimly lit by the taunting lamp. He stays on course for the hallway.
 
Once there, his fingers trace the paint of the wall. His eyes replay him fucking you right here on this floor. The wood. 
 
Made you cum all over it. He remembers seeing his cum threatening to spill out of your cunt as you recovered from the wood burns that marked up your shoulders and back from his rough gyrations. 
 
Fuck. He’s getting hard. 
 
Taehyung needs to stop. He can’t go into your room. Not yet. 
 
His feet are back peddling. Something is off here. In your place. The smell of it isn’t quite right.
 
It doesn’t take long before he’s following his nose to your kitchen. His chef nose picks up that whatever is smelling bad in here, is most likely in your refrigerator.
 
Taehyung does not waste time tugging on the fridge doors. Everything looks okay but something is definitely off. He shuffles through the jars and containers that sit on your shelves. They look fine, but he’s still going to take a moment to sniff each one.
 
Those are not the culprits. He’s pulling on a drawer. It holds butter, cheeses and dairy. He then closes it. It’s not dairy related. The smell. 
 
There’s another bin to be opened. There it is. Mushrooms. He can smell them before he sees them. At the back left corner sits a liquefied, bogged bag of murkiness. The appearance alone is ominous. And he’s right for his assumption because when he disrupts its balanced ecosystem the smell from the bag only grows twice as strong.
 
Taehyung is cringing as his fingers deftly pick up the bag. His other hand comes to help, collecting any toxic drops that were threatening the floors below. The less mess the better. 
 
Oh here’s another culprit. The trash. It hasn’t been emptied…in what over week?
 
For fucks sake. 
 
There’s a disgusting scent wafting up from the bottom and it mixes with the rancid smell of the mushrooms. 
 
He’s gagging.
 
You better be glad that he loves you.
 
Yanking up the plastic bag and bringing it over to the refrigerator. Taehyung is going through it. He has too. 
 
Touching your things feels good. There's balance in the world.
 
He knows that everything in this place has your imprint on it. Feels like he’s with you as he handles your knick knacks and takes closer looks at photos and art hung on the wall. 
 
His curiosity has unfurled and he’s walking bravely around your place, on the lookout for anything that looks like trash. He tosses a package of cookies that are laying on your coffee table. He’ll buy you a new pack. If you need them.
 
The bathroom trash wasn't full, he'll take it anyway. There are tampons and pads wrapped in the trash. If they’re here now, it’s very possible that you were on your period around the time you asked for space.
 
He’ll calculate that later, but for now, he questions if your bleeding was the catalyst for asking for space.
 
Also, why do you have so many earrings? 
 
They look beautiful on you, but they’re all over the place. 
 
Taehyung found some on your bathroom counter and some on your nightstand, yet you had a whole jewelry drawer on your dresser. The drawer must be nothing but decoration for you because you placed earrings next to the box. 
 
You procrastinate.
 
But that’s okay. He doesn't. 
 
Taehyung likes to get things done. 
 
So he will put them away for you and by the time he was done the box was filled with earrings.
 
[Song suggestion: Dream Girl by Crisaunt]
 
He also gathered your mail that was strewn around the condo and tucked them on your kitchen island counter. 
 
Oh and he wiped them too. Your counters. 
 
When he was finished, he was thoroughly sated. He was covered with a light sheen of sweat by the time he came back from taking out your trash.
 
But he feels good. Feels proud. Your space looks neater and it was because of him. 
 
He knows that.
 
Taehyung just needs this. Just needs to linger a moment longer. Your couch looks so comfy. He straightened all the pillows, folded the blanket that was crushed and buried amongst them.
 
After removing his slippers. Taehyung gives himself permission. 
 
He allows himself to fall face down onto your couch. 
 
And fucking shit. Taehyung should’ve done this when he first stepped inside your place. It smells the most like you besides your panties. He was proud of himself. He didn’t go through your drawers or your hamper.
 
Yes there’s that ‘Her’ candle that’s currently sitting on his kitchen counter. But now that his face is smushed into the cushion. He’s sure that candle has nothing on you. It’s the fakest representation of your scent.
 
It’s soft too and warm. Almost like you but not.
 
Taeyung had you pressed down on this couch before. Ate between your legs as you read that stupid wizard book. You told him it turned you on that he was licking a nerd’s pussy. If you’re a nerd, he’s a geek.
 
His cock is growing hard again. Fuck.
 
His tongue licks up and swipes at the fabric pressed to his face. The couch may smell like you but it tastes nothing like you. It’s just fuzz, if fuzz was a flavor. All he knows is that it is not divine. 
 
Why did he have to think about eating your pussy? 
 
Because now that he’s thought about it while being surrounded in your essence, Taehyung is all the way hard. He gasps as his head turns to the side, like he’s swimming so he can finally exhale. 
 
And catch his breath. 
 
His eyes settle on a photo of you with those two lady friends. But his eyes are pulled to your tits, how low your shirt hangs down. God, your fucking tits….he loves sucking on them, biting on them. 
 
Fucking them.
 
And now he can’t stop his hips from grinding his dick into the couch. But not directly.  His cock is rubbing against his boxers, against chinos, against the fucking soft couch. 
 
It frustrates him.
 
Taehyung bucks as he brings his hand to the waistband of the pants. Lets his hips rutting to help his hand yank his pants down and his cock free. It's stroking against the soft warm fabric. 
 
It’s not you. 
 
But it smells like you. Your body has warmed it up. He’s warmed you up. And it’s warm now. 
 
Just like you. Only in these ways does the couch remind him of you. 
 
And nothing else.
 
Fuck, his pre-cum is weeping onto your couch. 
 
He cannot stop. 
 
His sweetness is covering the fabric and only made his glide against it better.
 
Oh shit, his cock is wedged tightly between his stomach and the warm, wet fabric that’s been under you. And now he’s on top of it. 
 
So bad. Wants to fuck you, fuck you so bad, on this couch, like he fucked you in the hallway.
 
A grunt rips out of his throat when he thinks about humping you on your floor. 
 
How you were so fucking quiet for him although your body broke and shattered around his cock. 
 
“Nngh.” 
 
His ear picks up on the desperation lacing his voice. 
 
Taehyung’s nose is buried in the couch fabric while one hand clenches a pillow and the other is keeping his pants from slipping back over the curve of his ass. The buckle of his belt is pressed above his balls and the sensation makes him dig his toes into the armrest so tight that he’s beginning to get cramps in his thighs.
 
But Taehyung definitely cannot stop. 
 
He’s so fucking close to cumming. 
 
Taehyung’s balls have been filled for days. Heavy with his pain. Loaded with his hurt. He needs this free release. 
 
He needs to cum.
 
And so he’s bucking harder. 
 
His dick is tracing wet patterns up the fabric and back down again. A pool of his precum slicks him up. He thinks about shoving himself into your pussy. Hearing you scream for him.

Say

his name.
 
If you were here now, Taehyung wouldn’t tell you to shut up.
 
He’d let you scream like you were being murdered by his dick. 
 
You wanted that? Needed that? Didn't you?
 
His toes are curling and his stomach tightens as his orgasm launches up from his balls. The sensation making him feel like he’s right back and buried in your sweet fucking pussy. 
 
All the muscles are fired up and loaded for the snap of his orgasm. 
 
A mangled groan comes from his mouth and he bites down on the pillow his face is smashed against as his body jerks once and he’s cumming. 
 
God he wished it were you. You that he was pumping into. 
 
Taehyung's dick continues to pour out its mess onto your couch. And his muscles spasm as the blood from his dick begins to flow back to other parts of his body. 
 
Fuck. 
 
He wished he had just unloaded into your warmth. 
 
Taehyung’s eyes blink open slowly. He wished it was you under him so fucking bad.
 
His face is wet again. And it’s only getting wetter. Tears pool on the pillow beneath him and then he hears it. The sobs coming from his throat. 
 
He sounds sad. 
 
Taehyung sits up carefully as his now unclenched hand rubs the spill of tears on his face and the snot bubbles from his nose. His other hand assists so he can push back and sit on his knees.
 
Fuck. He made a mess. 
 
His eyes review the damage. 
 
Translucent globs clung to the sofa in streaks that were sure to be noticeable once dried. And shit. There’s some on the pillows too. 
 
Fuck. What is he doing? What has he done?
 
How could he clean up, only to make a bigger fucking mess? A mess trickier to explain than cleaning up your place.
 
Taehyung is sniffling as he pulls up his pants and buttons them. 
 
“I can fix this,” he whispers to himself as his eyes search your place and runs a hand through his damp hair.
 
He walks to the kitchen, careful to avoid the mirror by your front door as he grabs a dish towel, adds soap and runs it under the water until it turns hot. 
 
He’s still crying as he scrubs his semen from your couch. He can’t stop the flow of tears that streak down his face while his nose keeps dripping. 
 
What is wrong with him?
 
Fuck. He came so big. 
 
The towel dabs and wipes at the pillows. Working circular motions, hoping that the stain will come out. 
 
Taehyung is gonna leave as soon as it's all clean. If it doesn’t wipe clean, he’ll flip the pillows and hope the stains will just become a mystery.
 
He tilts his wrist and looks at the watch buckled fastly there. There’s about an hour before he meets the kids at the bus stop. 
 
Taehyung is okay.
 
Everything is okay. No one will know.
 
And everything will be fine.
 
[Song suggestion: Speaking Gently by BADBADNOTGOOD] 
 
Dr. Park Jimin is quiet as he enters. He’s wearing a gold sweater and black pants. There’s no dark leather loafers today, only black boots.
 
The doctor moves like a dancer. His movements are graceful and purposeful. He switches on the tape recorder without warning and places it on the small table beside him.
 
He then leans back into his chair and presses his fingertips together. And then nods toward Taehyung. 
 
“Hello, Mr. Kim.”
 
“Well, you look mad,” Taehyung huffs as he stares at the doctor, picking up a hint of disdain rolling off him.
 
And it’s true. 
 
This version of the doctor differed from the other times. His disposition in the past was like the sweater he was wearing, cheery. The energy radiated, but today was something else entirely.
 
“I’m not mad Mr. Kim. Why would I be angry?”
 
Taehyung crosses one leg over the other, the one on top’s foot is shimmying chaotically. 
 
“I don’t know,” he gestures, reeling one hand into the air. 
 
“I left abruptly last time. Didn’t finish our session.”
 
The doctor provides a half-smile as his hands lower and rest palm down on the leather armrests. 
 
“That’s true. You did leave in a hurry the last time we met.”
 
Taehyung nods, then licks his lips.
 
“Yes, exactly. And why you may look mad to me.”
 
It's quiet and the doctor regards him carefully. 
 
"Mr. Kim. I am not mad. I am just, curious."
 
His wiggling foot stops. “Curious about what?”
 
“What brought you in today? Why are you here?” 
 
Jimin’s grin gets wider and for some reason it appears eerie to him. Makes him look like that clown in that movie that eats kids.
 
Taehyung doesn’t know what to say. Why was he sitting here?
 
“How’s everything with you and Y/N?” Jimin further presses. 
 
They sit quietly again for a moment, Taehyung’s foot jerking on the floor the only sound.
 
He was here because he needed to talk about you. Talk about what happened.
 
“I’m here because I think you were right,” Taehyung admits, pulling his eyes off of the rug to find the doctors’. 
 
“I should have given her space like you suggested.”
 
Dr. Park is nodding at him, his smile softening. “Tell me what happened, Taehyung.”
 
And so he does.
 
[Song suggestion: La ritournelle by Sebastien Tellier] 
 
Taehyung steps out his black jeep and eyes the house he once used to call his home.
 
A single ranch style home, with off white bricks trimmed with a warm tan paint. It looks a little different than the last time he was here. 
 
There's more shrubs planted along the beds that edge the front of the house. And the lawn is manicured nicely, better than he could keep it in the last few years he resided in the home.
 
The decision for Sunmi to stay in the house was a straightforward one.
 
Even though she betrayed him by offering her body to other men while married, it made sense for her to stay there with the kids. 
 
The more things stayed the same for his babies, the better. 
 
It was still fucking tough. 
 
He hasn't been here since he left. Had to take multiple trips to take his shit, loading up his jeep and hauling it to a condo closer to his restaurant over and over again.
 
Sunmi wanted no part of the restaurant. All she wanted was the kids' stake in the restaurant which he provided since its inception. Besides the money she earned with her regional manager position at a luxury big hotel chain was lucrative.
 
The screams of kids fill his ears as he walks the pebbled pathway to the door. Giant red and blue rubber-filled helium balloons almost slap him in his face as he goes to knock on the door. 
 
It feels weird to knock on the door that he used to be able to come and go freely through. But not today. Not anymore. So Taehyung knocks like the visitor he is.
 
Jackson answers the door. Fuck the handsome and tall bastard. 
 
"Hey Taehyung," the chiseled asshole smiles and opens the door wider. 
 
Jackson is wearing a black sweater and matching black jeans. 
 
"Come on in, the kids were just about to settle down for the movie."
 
The movie was a Marvel one.
 
Taehyung's, young friend Jungkook introduced them to the franchise and they went balls to the walls with their interest in that universe.
 
"Nice." Taehyung feigns as he steps gingerly across the threshold.
 
The place looks the same. It also looks different.
 
New pictures hang on the wall. There's one of Sunmi and Jackson. Looks like their engagement photo.
 
 She told Taehyung that Jackson asked her a few months ago for her hand in marriage and she said yes.
 
But she also promised there was no rush for a wedding ceremony. It was just an announcement of their commitment to one another.
 
Commitment.
 
Taehyung almost laughed when she said the word. But he didn't. He nodded and offered his congratulations out loud to her while offering his condolences to Jackson in his head. 
 
Jackson was full of life. Hopefully Sunmi wouldn't squeeze every ounce of it from Jackson and invest it in someone new. 
 
Like she had done to Taehyung.
 
"Good to see you man," Jackson offers as he slaps Taehyung on the back. 
 
Jackson's hand tightens on his shoulder as Taehyung stares at the pictures adorned on the entryway wall.
 
Why was the fucker so strong for?
 
Taehyung winces under his grip and turns to the sucker, but doesn't miss a family photo he's featured in and still on display. All five of them of the original gang: Sunmi, Chet, Nat, Ella and him, are huddled together in front of an amusement park sign. 
 
It was taken a few months at a water park before things fell apart. The trip was not his favorite. Him and Sunmi bickered the whole time the kids weren’t paying attention and he remembers she left to go to the bar and drink without him.
 
Not only does the photo make him mad and sad. It mocks him.
 
The saccharine inducing picture reminds him of what he once had and what he will never have again with Sunmi.
 
Just another chapter closed in his book.
 
His scowl is replaced by a smile as Ella screams for him loudly and runs straight to him, causing Jackson to loosen his hold on Taehyung's shoulder.
 
"Daddy!" 
 
His princess is almost to his legs before he snatches her up in his arms and pulls her to him so he can plant kisses on her still chubby cheeks.
 
Just a few more years and they most likely won't be so round. Growing up does that - takes away the cute chubbies from bodies.
 
Ella accepts his kisses with giggles and he instantly feels warmer than he felt seconds ago.
 
"Hey, princess." 
 
Taehyung's arms tighten and he nuzzles his forehead against hers.
 
"Daddy, remember I told you my room has changed?” 
 
She squishes his cheeks and he feels his lips pucker together like a blowfish.
 
“Come. Come and see," Ella urges as she fights to be released from his embrace.
 
Jackson has disappeared.

Good

. 
 
Nat and Chet are huddled with their friends. He’ll talk to them later. It’s best to enjoy their friend's company for now. It was their day after all.
 
He slides his daughter down so her toes meet the floor and the minute they do, she's gripping his hand and tugging him down the hallway that was once familiar but now is strange. 
 
Taehyung keeps his eyes on the floor as they walk. It's the only thing that hasn't changed in this place.
 
He is somewhat regretting agreeing to come to the party. 
 
Sunmi told him he was invited but understood if he had his own plans for the twins' birthday, he did not.
 
He had been in such a funk lately he almost forgot his own birthday was in a few days let alone Christmas.
 
Ella has stopped in front of her closed bedroom door. The black and white polka dot sign that spells her name, painted by him when she was still in Sunmi's tummy, remains on the door.
 
"Ta-da," Ella says with elegant flourish. Spinning on her tippy toes as she makes her way inside. 
 
And the room is beautiful. Exactly made for a princess unlike what he had to offer at his condo. 
 
He hoped to move into an actual house soon. His savings were beginning to show that all could be possible in the next few months. But with you now in the equation, he didn't know how soon that would be.
 
The walls of the room were painted a blush pink and twinkly lights hung like curtains over her full size bed. The full size bed has a frilly pink and white blanket on it with hearts, but only a little bit of it could be seen because it was filled with stuffed animals, Mazzy holding center stage.
 
Taehyung's throat closes up. He had just finished painting Ella's room when he discovered Sunmi was cheating. The room remodel was supposed to be a Daddy and Daughter thing. 
 
It didn't end up that way.
 
"Do you like it daddy? Mr. Jackson hung up the lights. And see this?"
 
His kids insisted on adding the mister in front of Jackson’s name even though he said it wasn’t necessary.  “He’s nice and everything's dad, but he’s not you,” Nat had disclosed one visit after the male had moved in weeks prior.
 
Ella’s running over to the corner of her room where pale lavender lace curtains drape from the ceiling.
 
"This," she begins, getting on her knees and encouraging him to do the same before she slips under the gauzy material fabric. 
 
"This is my reading nook."
 
Inside is a large fuzzy round hot pink cushioned pillow and white fairy lights greet him inside as well. 
 
"See this?" Ella's hand is slapping against the top of a cardboard box.
 
"Chet and Nat made this. See? There's the weird dinosaur Chet likes to draw."
 
Taehyung leans in closer and sure enough there is a googly-eyed green dinosaur with sharp teeth drawn and colored that matches his treasure custom made sharpie.
 
Inside the box were about a dozen books, a gang of markers and a few stickers.
 
"This is the box of books I need to read before the end of the school year is over. Chet and Nat have a box too. Once we read all of them, mommy and Mr. Jackson will take us to Playland this summer."
 
Taehyung oohs and ahhs in response. Amping up his enthusiasm for Ella’s princess room as much as he could muster.
 
The universe is really dealing him a heavy hand lately because not only did he most possibly lose you, now he's sitting in a house that once belonged to him. With another man at the helm at the stern of the family he helped create. Who helped finish a room for his daughter that he originally began.
 
After the tour of the room concludes, he lets his princess take his hand and lead him to where everyone is gathered in celebration.
 
The party is great. It truly is. 
 
It has all the things kids expect from a birthday gathering: food, games, well, entertainment in general, and the last one is crucial.
 
Sugar. 
 
And it’s clear to him that Sunmi and Jackson have pulled together such an event together flawlessly. 
 
 A projection screen played the latest Marvel release while fresh popped popcorn was scattered around the bamboo floors. The kids’ overdose on sugar and fatty foods were evident in the way they ran and smacked at each other with the items in their goody bags.
 
The best part of the whole party was that his sons looked happy. 
 
After the party, Taehyung offers to help get the kids ready for bed as Jackson and Sunmi tidy up the last remnants of festivity. 
 
He is grateful to assist his children getting ready for bed. Grateful that Sunmi gifts him the opportunity to spend private time with his children on their special day.
 
Once teeth were brushed and faces washed, the quadruple gathers in the twins’ room and whisper about their favorite parts of the party. 
 
For Chet, it was the double layer cake that had chocolate fudge on the bottom and strawberry cake on top. He had two slices. And now, a bit of a tummy ache. 
 
Taehyung rubs Chet’s stomach and kisses his cheek and tells him he will the get boy water soon.
 
Nat’s favorite part was opening the presents. Taehyung got the Nerf gun that he had been begging for all year. Finally.
 
Taehyung rolls his eyes at this and then ruffles Nat's hair with his fingers. “Always so savage,” he hums. He then tugs at Nat’s tresses causing the boy to guffaw, “Every day, all day, dad.”
 
And Ella’s? Ella’s favorite part of the day was that mommy and daddy were back in the same house. 
 
“It was nice having you both here again,” she says softly and she pokes his cheek with her fingers.
 
He painted a smile across his face, kissed her on the cheek and told her his favorite part was similar. 
 
But it wasn't about the house, or being with Sunmi. It was about being with them. His kids. That in fact, being with them was his most favorite thing about the whole week.
 
They all did a group hug, all coming together and squeezing tight. And as the kids erupt in squeals as they try to tickle under each other’s arms, Taehyung swallows down more tears. 
 
You’ve wrecked him. He’s broken.
 
He has been through alot in the last three years, but you removing yourself from his life has opened a whole jar of misery for his soul. Everything seemed to hit his feelings harder than they ever had before.
 
Taehyung tucks them all in and exchanges a few words of humor and lots of words of love. When he exits Ella’s room and enters the living space, he sees Jackson and Sunmi talking intimately next to the kitchen table.
 
Their pair of eyes land on him. 
 
“You both threw an amazing party. Thanks for having me,” he calls out as he waves and heads toward the front door, shrugging on his puffy winter coat he had shed hours ago once he gets there. 
 
[Song suggestion: What I am by Edie Brickwell and the Bohemian]
 
The sound of shoes shuffling behind him, causes him to pause at the front door. 
 
“Taehyung?”
 
He’s spinning at Sunmi’s call of his name. And for the first time in a long time her eyes on him are kind.
 
And even better yet, she provides a smile he forgot she had.
 
“Please stay for a drink?”
 
He hesitates, but Sunmi continues. “Just you and me. We should talk. Clear the air.”
 
Taehyung is wary these days. The divorce process wasn't a tedious thing, it was not amicable, but it was almost amicable. 
 
Kim Namjoon had extended his lawyer services and Taehyung took him up on his offer.
 
Jackson walks in, hands stuffed in pockets. "Yeah, you two should talk. I'm gonna check on the kids and then head to bed."
 
"Good to see you Taehyung," Jackson says as he saunters up and proffers a hand.
 
"Good to see you too, Jackson."
 
They shake and stare at each other. It's not tense. Just a understanding is passed.
 
“Don’t stay up too late, love. We have to get up early.” He places a kiss on Sunmi's cheek and she leans in naturally.
 
"Get home safe, man." Jackson regards him again with a smile and a wave. And then takes his leave quietly.
 
Taehyung nods and sees Sunmi regarding them carefully.
 
There’s a nagging thought this may not be the best thing to do tonight. But fuck it. He needs a drink. Just one.
 
Sunmi’s steps were sure as she saunters back to the kitchen once Jackson heads down the back hallway. 
 
Taehyung follows close behind her. She always had one hell of a walk, shoulders back, head held high and just a little accent to her hip sway.
 
“What’s your poison tonight? Wait, don't tell me. Macallan?” 
 
Sunmi busies herself with filling glasses with ice from the ice maker built in the refrigerator. That’s definitely new. The one that used to be here was outdated and did not have an automatic ice maker. They had to fill up ice trays which at some point became a point of contention in their marriage in the hotter months.
 
Taehyung acknowledges her and tugs his coat off, throwing it over the back of another chair and then rolling up his sleeves as he takes a seat in the gray sleek chairs.
 
He can’t help but watch Sunmi. She’s alluring. Sunmi has always been beautiful. Still is. But he can’t help but compare her to you. 
 
Yes, she’s beautiful. But she’s not you. You hum when you pour drinks, Sunmi is stoic as she pours the brown liquid.
 
She’s sliding a whiskey in front of him and then settles across from him. Gin. That’s what Sunmi likes to drink. On the rocks. 
 
The first sips shared between them are tentative and the first words uttered thereafter were forced. 
 
The dull chatter ranged from “How are you doing?” to “How are your parents doing?” 
 
But then softened when conversation turned toward the kids and how they were doing in school. And they snickered and laughed at all the gossip occurring in the neighborhood. Who was sleeping with who and who was almost in financial ruin made Taehyung feel a bit better about his circumstances. 
 
When the benign chatter well ran dry and their drinks were nearly consumed, Taehyung finds himself thinking about you and checks his watch. 
 
Maybe you would be home when he gets back? 
 
Maybe tonight will be the night you return to your home?
 
“So, who is the Donut Lady, Taehyung?” Sunmi asks as she rotates the crystal tumbler in her hand before she takes a neat sip of her drink. Her alcohol-induced glittery eyes are fixed on him. 
 
She had an uncanny way of picking up on the things on his mind.
 
But fuck. Ella has been talking. She’s the only one who repeatedly calls you, Donut Lady.
 
Hell probably all of them were talking about you. How could they not? 
 
Taehyung finds himself getting mad for even bringing you around his kids. They were fond of you. This could be a huge mistake he made.
 
“Donut Lady is a woman who occasionally brings me fresh hot baked goods.” he smirks as he takes a drink from his cup.
 
“Let me guess jelly-filled.” 
 
“Mmmm, close. Cream,” Taehyung laughs and Sunmi’s giggles soon join with him. 
 
The banter used to be nice with Sunmi. And then at some point it just got mean. But this right now, right here just felt comfortable. 
 
For Taehyung, it’s something like another dimension. Or like being Dorothy in Oz. 
 
Everything seems the same, but in reality everything has changed. Sunmi is familiar and unfamiliar. It messes with his head as he sits here and drinks with her. With every sip he takes of his whiskey.
 
He’s not proud to admit it but he has routinely called Sunmi out of her name in his head even though she was the mother of his children. A really wonderful mom, actually.
 
“Tay-ayyyyyye do you like this Donut Lady?” Sunmi is wiggling in her chair as she pins him with the accusation. 
 
It's endearing and odd. 
 
“I do.” He sings songs back with a chuckle and then swallows the last remaining drop of his herbaceous amber.
 
“I know,” she shares as she leans her upper body onto the table.  
 
“You’ve been looking happier Taehyung. And the kids began to mention a nice woman who brings donuts and hangs out with all of you the weeks they are with you. I don’t think the kids could put the pieces together. But I could.”
 
Taehyung doesn’t have to look at Sunmi to know she’s smiling. He keeps his gaze to the ice in his glass. That’s how his heart feels. Cold. Talking about you like this is hard.
 
“Why don’t you bring her around sometime?” 
 
He looks up at Sunmi. 
 
“Or to McDonald's, you know? Or I could pick the kids up at your place one Friday. I would like to meet her. See your place.”
 
“I’m not sure if she will be-”
 
“Tae.”
 
“Y/N, she’s diff-”
 
“Tae.”
 
His words die on his tongue as she hits him with a look. The look is one of concern.  
 
“What’s wrong, Taehyung?”
 
The truth of the matter is he would introduce you to Sunmi. If you were okay with it. If you wanted to be with him. But it's been weeks since he saw you, let alone spoken to you. 
 
What's he supposed to tell Sunmi? That he followed you? That prior to that he was just watching you from afar?
 
No.
 
What he needed was answers. But not about you right now. No he needed to know what the fuck is wrong with him. 
 
And why do women keep leaving him?
 
[Song suggestion: Cry Me A River by Julie London]
 
“Tell me how I fucked up. In our marriage,” he bites out, raking his hand up his forehead to remove the strands over his eyes. His eyes turn toward Sunmi and she takes down the rest of her drink.
 
“I’ve already told you Taehyung. Us, not working out…I had just as much of a role in it as you. And I handled the-”
 
“Sunmi, I know what you told me in the past. I've heard it. But let’s drink and talk like friends and not like we were once married. Tell me how I fucked up in our relationship,” he goads, hand cupping and thumping into his chest. 
 
“Because I really like her. And I want to keep her close. But I don’t think I can do that if I don’t know what made you step out on me? What did I do wrong?”
 
They stare at one another. His heart is racing and he can see the pulse point in Sunmi's neck thumping. 
 
“We both need another drink,” Sunmi announces as she kicks back her chair and circles to the kitchen counter for the bottle of gin and whiskey to refresh the drinks.
 
“If we are going to have this talk Taehyung. It goes both ways. I cheated. That was fucked up of me. It wasn’t right. And I'm sorry."
 
"But I have my own questions, I would like answered as well. If you're okay with answering them tonight?"
 
Taehyung nods and licks his lips as she walks back toward him and slides the bottle in front of him.
 
She nods. He pours. 
 
“Taehyung. I loved you before you loved me.”
 
This isn’t news to him. 
 
It’s something that giggled extensively about when they first began dating and throughout the course of their relationship. They were friends, but Sunmi let him know she was interested in him. He was reluctant. 
 
Sure, he thought she was pretty, but he really enjoyed her company as his friend. And then things developed slowly between them, one night after a round of drinks. 
 
Just like this. 
 
Except then, there were no hurt feelings or bruised egos. Then…there was nothing but hope and a need to be close and then closer. Him and Sunmi were the quintessential slow burn trope couple. But once they sparked, they sizzled and burned fiery red. 
 
“And I know the twins were an oopsie. They came at the very beginning stages of 'I love yous’ but it wasn't until they were born that I learned what true love looked like on your face.” 
 
Sunmi's fingers trace the glossy ash table as she makes her way back to her chair.
 
“What do you mean?” Taehyung can hear the tick of a clock somewhere.
 
He hates it. The sound muddles with the counting in his head. Throws him off.
 
“I mean you love our kids. There’s no doubt about that. I look at you with them and I can tell how much they mean to you. It's written all over your face.” 
 
Sunmi takes a deep breath and finally retakes her seat from across from him.
 
“And the silly thing about it is, I was beginning to resent how much you loved them. Because I knew you didn't love me even half as much as them.”
 
“That’s not true Sunmi,” he interrupts, reaching his hand palm up on the table. “I lov-”
 
Her hand slides lightly into his. The fit is odd. 
 
How long has it been since her hand in his felt right?
 
“Yes, you loved me Taehyung. But it wasn’t until I saw you with the boys that I realized I was married to a man whose love shines from every pore of his being. And yet, I had never seen that with you. The way your face lights up when you see them. It never did with me…"
 
"The thing is, with every child we had together, the more I felt you fell in love with me. That,” her voice cracks as her eyes strain from his and look down at the cup on the table. 
 
“You loved me more because I am the mother of you children, not because I was the love of your life.” 
 
He sees a tear run down her cheek. Even though he’s no longer in love with Sunmi, the sight of her getting upset because of how he made her feel fucked with him. 
 
Maybe he’s not a creep. Maybe he’s just a fucking monster. 
 
Taehyung spots a box of tissues and offers them to her, which she accepts graciously. He’s not sure what to say. If he should say anything at all.  
 
Was that it? Was this the reason Sunmi strayed? She didn’t think he loved her? 
 
"I loved you Sunmi. That's all I know."
 
She laughs lightly and shakes her head. 
 
"It's okay Tae. I knew. I knew all along. And I was okay with the way you loved me. If the kids were the reason for me to get a taste of that, I was okay with that. But then…"
 
"I forgot our ninth anniversary." Sunmi nods solemnly. 
 
"Oh yes," she murmurs, dragging out the s and looking at the top of her glass as she takes a sip. 
 
"But that was more like a final straw, Tae. Before that ...the calls… fo you remember…well maybe you don’t but around the time I got pregnant with the twins. You used to call me every day when you were at work. Just to see how I was feeling.” 
 
Sunmi sighs and leans back into her chair, her eyes fixed on a picture of their kids. The boys are wearing white button up shirts with green bow ties. Ella is wearing an emerald green dress that is too elaborate for a baby and a small tiny white bow in her hair. His princess is draped across her big brothers’ laps and they all look up at the camera. All of their faces are the perfect depiction of their personalities. 
 
Nat is not smiling. His lips are a tight line across his face. Chet is winking at the camera, one cheek bunched, the smile lopsided. And Ella’s eyes are big and round and her lips make an oval shape. A small bubble of spit sits at the corner of her mouth.
 
It’s adorable. Taehyung almost forgot about this photo shoot.  He needs a copy of those pictures. But not the one that includes him and Sunmi. Just the ones with the kids in them.
 
“And then a few years after Ella was born. The little check-ins dwindled to every other day, to once a week and then completely stopped."
 
“I was opening the restaurant then Sunmi. There was so much work to do. And I wanted - needed to provide for all of us.” Taehyung urges with a hush, his hand squeezing hers again.
 
Her face is still etched in pain. It makes him sad and angry.
 
She's right. 
 
He did let some things slip through the cracks like the daily check ins and the movie nights. But he was busy trying to get permits, gutting the original plan for the kitchen in the restaurant, and creating a menu that would draw customers in.
 
“I know it wasn’t right, but I was hoping you would stick by me. You knew it was my dream and instead of standing next to me you were fucking other men while I working hard.”
 
Sunmi scoffs and her gaze meets his again. And this time her stare is hardened and cold. 
 
“Was it really the restaurant who took all your time or was it just a good reason to avoid me?"
 
Taehyung regards her and he sees her jaw tighten before she’s bringing her glass to her lips and gulping loudly on what’s left in her glass. 
 
“What do you mean?”
 
“I mean, Taehyung. You pretty much ignored me for over a year and half.”
 
“That’s not tr-”
 
“It is. It is true. You barely touched me. We had sex like a handful on times during that time. And before you found out about me cheating we barely talked. You don’t remember?”
 
“I remember you wouldn’t lay off about me getting a vasectomy. That every time I opened my mouth you were telling me you don’t want any more of my babies.” Taehyung spits out as he finishes his drink and tersely plants the tumbler back on the table.
 
Around the same time of opening the restaurant, Sunmi told him she thought she was done having babies.
 
Suggested that he could get a vasectomy rather than her getting her tubes tied. That if they changed their mind in the future it would be easier for him to reverse.
 
Taehyung humored her at first. Telling her maybe. But the truth is, he wanted to have more children. Wanted as many that life could or would bestow on him.
 
He thought it bought him some time to finish opening the restaurant. But she wouldn’t let up.
 
A few weeks later Sunmi is asking him again and, then again. Weeks later she’s pressuring him to have a consultation with a doctor. 
 
And when he refused to go, Sunmi went to the doctor instead and got an IUD implanted. He didn't understand why.
 
“Why didn't you want any more of my babies?”
 
He asked the question out loud that he carried around silently for years. Every time he wanted to touch Sunmi, it just felt off. The two of them made beautiful kids. 
 
She is a great mother. He is a good dad. 
 
Why didn’t you want any more? 
 
“It wasn't about not having your babies, Tae. It was just about me focusing on me and what I wanted to do. You had the restaurant.” Her arms fold across her chest and Taehyung feels his eyes roll in his brain.
 
“Sunmi, you could have always been the general manager at the restaurant. I asked you multiple times.”
 
“The restaurant was your dream, Tae. Not mine,” she unfolds her arm and leans across the table, picking up the whiskey bottle and pouring more in his glass. 
 
“You know I always loved working in luxury hotels. I thrive in that environment. I needed something other than just being your wife and their mom,” she huffs pointing to the kids’ portrait hung above his shoulder.
 
“So how does you getting dicked down by other men help you follow your dream?”
 
Sunmi stops mid-pour of her drink to look up at him. 
 
“Tae, I was self-conscious. My body was different from having three babies. And you changed. Changed toward me. And honestly, you were going out with Jungkook and Seokjin every moment you were free instead of me.”
 
She picks up her glass and take a sip.
 
“And when I first cheated, the man was giving me attention and I-I was weak. It’s not an excuse, but I thought you were cheating.” 
 
Her voice is small and delicate. Taehyung watches her throat wobble with a swallow.
 
That was like a slap in the face. He never cheated on Sunmi. Never. But did he got to the strip club with Seokjin occasionally? Yes.
 
Was it sometimes easier to go there than to face Sunmi? Yes.
 
“If I could undo it, Tae. I would,” she sniffs as another tear falls down her face and Taehyung feels his nose running again. 
 
Goddamn it.
 
“But even if I did undo it, Tae. I still think we would have ended.” She sighs and looks up at him. 
 
“Does that even make sense?”
 
And for Taehyung it did. It made all the sense in the world.
 
[Song suggestion: Nothing In Return by Monsune]
 
“Koooookie! Aye, issa me, Chef. Can you pic'me up at tha place that I once call my home, but issnt my home anymore?” Taehyung giggles into the phone.
 
Taehyung’s sitting on the curb next to his jeep. Sunmi tried to order him a taxi but he refused. Jungkook lived less than five minutes away. 
 
His friend will help him. Good ol’ Jeon Jungkook. 
 
“Fuck Chef. You sound so fucking loaded. Wait, did you say you’re at your old home?”
 
Jungkook sounds funny. His voice went from deep and heavy with sleep to a high pitched whine in seconds. 
 
Jeon Jungkook, jizz maker extraordinaire, Taehyung thinks and then snickers to himself.
 
“Chef? You still there?” 
 
“I did. I am.” Taehyung’s giggling like mad. He’s had four glasses of whiskey. This week sucked, and today took the cock sucker award for sure.
 
“Fuck, I will be there in ten.” Jungkook says shortly before hanging up.
 
After hanging up the phone, Taehyung thinks about the last few minutes in his place that he used to call home.
 
As struggled to put on his coat, with the help of Sunmi he can’t dismiss the way her eyes linger on him or the way her fingers trailed over the fabric.
 
As he arranged the coat on his shoulders, Taehyung saw Sunmi staring at him.
 
"Thanks for staying and talking with me Taehyung. It means alot to me."
 
Her voice was so gentle and the look on her face even softer. 
 
They were friends first. Taehyung had met Sunmi over a decade ago at culinary school. In the same graduation year.
 
He had laughed with her before he loved her. And it was good to laugh with her. It had been too long since they had done that. The usual form of communication between them at the end was silence and passive aggressive digs.
 
But something returned tonight. Or maybe forever. He felt like he was getting his friend back.
 
"Thank you for having me over Sunmi. You and Jackson did a great job. The kids had a great time."
 
She nodded and whispered a thank you. 
 
"Can I hug you?"
 
He thought they would never touch again let alone hug. It has been too long since they hugged as well.
 
"Of course."
 
And then they moved toward one another. Her arms looped around his shoulders and his circled her rib cage. 
 
The embrace is warm. And it feels the same and different. But not in a bad way. In a way that's comforting and full of grace. 
 
When they pull apart, Sunmi's hands meet his. "Taehyung just remember we were damn near babies ourselves when we had ours. I don’t regret any of the years I shared with you. I want you to know that.”
 
“You deserve to be happy Taehyung. And if that’s with Donut lady? I wish you all the best,” she said tugging him in one last time for a hug. 
 
"At this point, I will take anything." 
 
“Hey! Fuck face! Get in the car,” Jungkook yells from the driver’s side window as his Steel gray Bronco rolls into the cul-de-sac, music bumping like it’s not…
 
Taehyung squints his eyes at his watch.
 
It’s a little after midnight. His friend is pulling through like half the neighborhood is not asleep.
 
“Kook, you’re such a dickweed. You all alone on a Saturday night?” Taehyung jousts back as Jungkook reaches over the passenger seat to pop the door open for him.
 
“Saturday nights are for lovers. But I got a fuck scheduled on Sunday, so hurry the fuck in so I can get my beauty sleep,” Jungkook bats his eyelashes as Taehyung stumbles into the car and his butt plunks down on the heated leather seats.
 
“Pfft, you keep using the same moves to bag women Kook? Make them waffles with a fresh side of jizz?” Taehyung asks as he slams the door shut, narrowly missing the tips of his shoes.
 
“Oh you’re in rare form tonight Chef. Let’s see what you have to say about me picking you up from your ex's house in the morning shall we?” 
 
Jungkook laughs as he cuts his eyes at Taehyung before his sous chef is maneuvering the car to his very empty condo.
 
[Song suggestion: Black Star by Tokyo Black Star]
 
“So your new strange is also your neighbor?" Jungkook balks.  
 
The muscle man is dragging his very drunk form to the kitchen table and dumps him into a chair. Taehyung slumps onto the tabletop immediately, palms flat on the table and head on arms.
 
"Umph,” is the only thing he can reply. 
 
“You know I like a new strange any chance I get, but strange that lives across the corridor? Absolutely not. When you bring another fuck buddy home, the neighbor strange is going to come knocking on your door asking if she can borrow a jar full of air. And then before you know it the cops are dragging one or both of your sexual partners to jail.”
 
“I’m not interested in a new fuck buddy right now,” Taehyung sighs as soberness begins to return to him again.
 
He wasn’t expecting the conversation he had with Sunmi tonight. So much had happened today that exhaustion was settling deeply into his bones. 
 
Taehyung hasn’t slept well since he last saw you. Getting by with sometimes three, four, maybe five hours a night.
 
Thinking of you has him getting to his feet and bumbling to blinds hung above his kitchen sink. He leans and yanks a slat down. 
 
No light shines behind your window. Your place is still as dark as the night sky.
 
“See? Then there’s that too.”
 
“What?” 
 
Taehyung is startled by Jungkook’s close proximity. He turns and his young friend is holding a mug out to him.
 
“Here’s some water, “ Jungkook proclaims, and watches as Taehyung takes the mug from his grasp.
 
 Bringing it to his lips, Jungkook takes Taehyung’s sipping occupation as a moment to continue.
 
“The other thing with fucking your neighbor is you will be checking on each other. At least one of you will. It’s human nature. And when you tell her you’re busy, will she believe you? Suspicion is a human condition.” 
 
“Look who got more mature over the last few months,” Taehyung scoffs as he takes a big gulp from his cup and watches Jungkook step around him, then peek through the blinds. 
 
But hold on. The taste on his tongue is not fucking water. He fights to swallow the liquid in his mouth down. 
 
“What the fuck, Kook? That’s not fucking water.”
 
Taehyung’s mouth is filled with a bitter, oily saliva. He’s wincing and his stomach is suddenly tossing and turning like he’s on a jerky rollercoaster.
 
Jungkook chuckles. “I thought you would know me better than that Chef. It's baking soda and water. You can’t be hungover tomorrow. The restaurant has two hundred and ten reservations on the books.”
 
Taehyung needs to make it the bathroom. Now. He’s racing down his hallway, bare feet slapping against wood floors as he bites back to release of all the food he consumed today back to the outside world. 
 
As his stomach empties its contents, Taehyung finds himself hunching over the toilet bowl and shuddering violently. 
 
Between hurls he can feel Jungkook patting his back.
 
“Chef, don’t be angry. It’s that time of the year to make bank while dealing with assholes who have fat pockets.”
 
“Besides,” Jungkook’s hand removes from his back.  
 
“You’d be angrier if you woke up hungover to do all that.” 
 
Jungkook’s right. He’s done the same to him on many occasions.
 
Taehyung’s stomach is finally empty and he’s gasping to try and catch his breath. His ass is meeting the floor tiles and he scoots his back to meet the porcelain bathtub. Its coolness seeps under his now drenched sweater. 
 
He peels open his eyes and Jungkook is leaning on the counter, legs crossed at the knees and his arms folded at the elbow. 
 
Their eyes meet and the “jizz extraordinaire” is back. Jungkook’s eyes look round, shiny and mischievous. And his lips spread into a lazy, dazzling smile.
 
“Speaking of hungover. What are your plans for your birthday?”
 
—-
 
The holidays come and go. The restaurant was busy, but that’s a good thing. His whole year end top line depended on a solid December revenue. 
 
And it was better than solid, it was stellar.
 
As always, Taehyung still made time for his kids, and picked them up on Christmas Day. 
 
Together they opened presents, made cookies and ate noodles. Then they made a pillow fort in the living room and slept there with a fake fireplace roaring on the large flat screen tv. 
 
The days rolled on and Taehyung didn’t hear from you. But he couldn’t help it on Christmas Day. He couldn't stay away.  
 
Before he picked up his kids, he sent you a text. Just wanted you to know that even though you had forgotten about him, he hadn’t forgotten about you. 
 
Taehyung wished you a Merry Christmas and he told you he loved you, again.
 
You did not reply.
 
And now he’s begrudgingly, pulling on a royal blue sweater and some charcoal pants because Thing 1 and Thing 2, Seokjin and Jungkook, have insisted on taking him out for his birthday. 
 
Insisted that if he didn’t celebrate his  birthday in some big way that he would have terrible sex for the next five years. They reasoned that it was too big of a risk for a man in his situation to be in. 
 
Taehyung has had amazing sex for years. He was not worried about that. 
 
No, his concern, especially tonight is what kind of trouble would land in lap because of Seokjin and Jungkook.
 
To date, they've lost a drunk Jungkook up a tree. Dude was so wasted he decided that he needed to climb a tree in his neighborhood like King Kong climbing the Empire State Building. 
 
He climbed the tree alright. Climbed it so high that he couldn't get down. Taehyung had to call the fire department to rescue him.
 
And Seokjin wandered three miles from a bar they were at on foot so he could eat some chicken he was craving. The place closed an hour before he got there. When they found Seokjin he was curled next to their entrance fast asleep.
 
These two were faster at getting into trouble than his twins when they were in the throws of their torturous threes.
 
Taehyung doesn't know when terrible twos got a bad rep in the toddler chronicles. The age of three was the absolutely most craze inducing time with all of his kids. 
 
For him. Hands down. Three-year-olds are the worst.
 
[Song suggestion: move. by brb]
 
Taehyung jumps in place at the sudden pounding on his front door. 
 
Barely, pulling it ajar, Jungkook is crowding his way inside, fitted with a black turtleneck and black slacks. 
 
And his mentor? Is yodeling at the top of his lungs. Which is making the young one pop and lock as he walks toward his kitchen.
 
It’s the “Happy Birthday Song” that is bouncing off his walls from his surprisingly in key mentor that Taehyung's sure he’ll hear about from Maya next week at the board meeting.
 
Seokjin's arms are already out wide as he enters. There's two blunts in his hand.
 
Oh shit. These two are going to try to get him to outer space tonight.
 
Taehyung is happy to not be alone on his birthday night. But he is tired. Dinner service had been brutal. 
 
When they planned this, Seokjin made it seem like just a couple of guys hanging out, getting some drinks.
 
Jungkook is yanking his cupboard open and sorting through his cup and glasses. 
 
“Taxi will be here in fifteen minutes. Let’s toast to the birthday asshole before we start out on our fuckery,” Jungkook announces, holding up a bottle of Fireball.
 
Oh shit. Please drinking angels don’t let me die on my thirtieth birthday, he prays silently.
 
'Fuck yeah,” His mentor screams midway through the celebratory song, stopping his serenading abruptly.
 
Taehyung often forgets that Seokjin is older than hell. And sometimes, sometimes he forgets that Seokjin is also older than Jungkook. The man looked like he was aging backward.
 
He’s wearing a bright white sweater with a huge royal whale on his torse, dark blue jeans sit on his waist. 
 
Oop. Nope. He’s wearing dad shoes. Adds about four years to his look.
 
He almost looks his age right now.
 
Taehyung can’t help but giggle at himself as Seokjin’s chunky white shoes clomp against his wooden floors.
 
“Get your ass over here and drink!” Jungkook yells, smacking his palm on the counter as he finishes pouring the last shot.
 
Still laughing, Taehyung make his way to his best friends.
 
“I’ll make the toast,” Seokjin confides, his smile tamping down to have his lips pressed together somberly. 
 
Jungkook nods as he passes out the glasses, and then holds his in the air. 
 
“Taehyung, my dear protégé and dearest friend. We celebrate you tonight. And to do that well we will get your dick wet so you can forget about Sunmi and the neighbor strange across the way."
 
Taehyung winces. He confided in both men days ago that you asked for space. He didn't detail why and they didn't ask. They both had rolled their eyes and the word, "women," escaped their lips with a sigh.
 
"So here's to another year of surviving, fucking and living life!"
 
Seokjin is there clanking his glass to Taehyung's and Jungkook does the same before they kick back their fireballs. 
 
And before their glasses rest for long on the counter, Jungkook is pouring another round just before they meet the taxi at the sidewalk.
 
As they squeeze into the back of the cab, Taehyung is feeling warm and giggly.
 
Seokjin had a dinner reservation at a new hot restaurant named Firewater downtown. 
 
There seems to be a theme about fires and Taehyung hopes that he doesn't actually see one tonight.
 
Seokjin had almost burnt down his condo down after deciding to cook a souffle after a night of drinking. Since then drunk cooking has been banned from their friend circle.
 
Firewater was a late night dining establishment and the atmosphere was amazing. The town was bustling and preparing for new years festivities. And the restaurant was packed with lively people in the mood to celebrate.
 
Plate after plate of exquisite food landed on their table and by course seven Taehyung was completely and utterly stuffed.
 
But that's the only civil thing they did because right now. Right now?
 
Taehyung takes a sip of his drink and a curvy woman wearing leopard print panties is wrapping herself around Jungkook's waist as he sits in his chair.
 
The young one's face is sweaty and his hair is sticking up all over his head thanks to the stripper running her hands through it repeatedly.
 
[Song suggestion: Running Away by Vano3000, BADBADNOTGOOD]
 
"The boy is having the time of his life," Seokjin muses next to him, eyes roving around the dark space punctuated by flashing pink, blue and purple lights.
 
"He is," Taehyung agrees as he sips on his whiskey. He's tipsy. He's had fun. 
 
"You're about to have the time of your life, too," Seokjin grins as his eyes look over Taehyung's shoulder.
 
Taehyung doesn't get a chance to turn before he feels cool fingers at the back of his neck that then slide over to his round of his shoulder.
 
Looking up, he is met with warm hood lidded brown eyes and glossy pink lips.
 
"Hi birthday boy. I'm Star. Your birthday gift," the very shapely woman in a dark green sparkly number purrs as she pinches one of his ear lobes with her fingers.
 
He feels her touch tingle down his spine and he's thinking of you. You make him feel like this all the time.
 
Taehyung tears his eyes from her figure to look at his friends. Both of them are looking at him and Jungkook nods and smiles, displaying his front teeth cutely.
 
"Come with me?" Star asks as she holds an open as hand out to him.
 
His brows know in confusion. "Go asshole. She's the best dancer here and we paid top dollar for a titillating dance," Seokjin complains loudly as his brows waggle suggestively.
 
Then he's leaning in close. "She's down for whatever. Pointed you out and she said you could 'get it,'" Seokjin hush whispers.
 
Taehyung doesn't get to answer because Star is now pulling on his wrist and prompting him out of his seat.
 
He's following her between tables and gawking men and women. The other customers' eyes all flicker to the leggy dancer strutting in front of him.
 
The woman is built and stacked. Her ass was fat and her hips wide. Taehyung's eyes couldn't stop eating up every inch of flesh revealed.
 
Taehyung hadn't cum since he was crying in your place. It was like his dick had gone into survival mode. Even his morning wood lasted only for a few seconds before deflating.
 
But his dick is lightly awakening with every step he takes after her. 
 
Star exchanges words with a bouncer standing before dark velvet curtains that were closed snugly. The meatball head nods at her and then pulls back one section, allowing her and then Taehyung entry.
 
The space is sensual, a golden glow washed over the walls, which were covered in black and purple paisley shapes. A sparkly chandelier hangs from the ceiling and black leather chairs and sofas are tucked in the corners.
 
"Would you like something to drink before we begin, sexy?"
 
Star's eyes glance at the small bar set to side, being manned by a dude who looks almost as big as the meatball head guy standing on the other side of the curtains.
 
"Uh, no. Thanks."
 
Soon she's wrapping her hands around his bicep and tugging him along again. They pass rooms that are occupied, noted by a drawn velvet curtain.
 
They arrive in an empty room and Star pulls the curtain closed as he steps inside thanks to her head indication.
 
"Tonight's about your birthday, daddy. Let me take care of you." 
 
Taehyung wills himself not to roll his eyes as she gently pushes him down into the leather sofa there.
 
He watches as she pushes a few buttons on a black wall panel, music filling the space and the thumping bass vibrates up his scrotum. And his cock likes it.
 
Especially likes it because now Star slinking to him. Her toes are pointed and her strides long. 
 
Her hips roll with the beat and her breasts sway. She nails him with a seductive look as she gets closer to him, her hands slide up her body, her chest juts out to him as they ghost her curves.
 
Star is making him forget you. He can feel his soul in his body right now and it's literally hell on Earth.
 
She's making his body feel hot all over. 
 
He's been in champagne rooms before, this isn't his first strip dance rodeo. But, Star hasn't told him to keep his hand to himself.
 
No the opposite. She's letting him touch her ass and thighs.
 
He must've blanked because he doesn't remember when she crawled into his lap and he doesn't remember when her tongue entered his mouth.
 
"Fuck you're so hot. I can't remember when a really decent guy came in," she huffs into his mouth. 
 
She grinds into his boner and he grunts against her. "Fuck you even sound good."
 
Star is standing up and the room is spinning. 
 
She grabs his hands and puts them on her hips as her satin covered pussy gyrates close and closer to his face, the fabric being pulled low and lower.
 
Taehyung can see nothing but skin underneath. His stomach jerks at the realization that he's about to see another pussy in the flesh and it doesn't belong to Sunmi or you. 
 
And when they fall to the ground. Taehyung's stomach falls too. And for the second time of the month he's vomiting. It crept up on him violently.
 
He missed his chunks getting on her cunt but her legs and toes were not so fortunate.
 
His seven course meal is all over her.
 
Star lets out a blood curdling scream  and soon the beefy bartender is taking Taehyung down and hurling him out what he presumes is the back of the club. 
 
Taehyung's head is soopy but he's not drunk. Star's body was gorgeous. Her natural smell, unfortunately, was not. 
 
There's all types of reasons a woman can smell off but Taehyung's sensitive nose could not handle what her pussy was emitting.
 
[Song suggestion: Cool to You by Teenage Priest]
 
"Broooooo!" Seokjin is turning the corner on the sidewalk with his phone in hand, arms spread wide. Jungkook is a few steps behind him, the hem of his turtleneck pinched between his teeth as he adjusts the belt on his waist.
 
"You threw up on a stripper's pussy?” Seokjin is cackling as he slaps his back.
 
"I didn't throw up on her. Just her legs…and feet."
 
Jungkook's laughing now that he has straightened up his appearance. "Does this trump my jizz bag story?"
 
Seokjin pauses his laughing to give Jungkook's question great consideration. 
 
"It's pretty much a tie," Jin decides, bringing his fingers to trace his lips.
 
"Bullshit, his is worse than my jizz story." Jungkook begins dancing to the songs that play shuffle in his mind's eye. 
 
They watch him as he shimmies his hips and bounces side to side.
 
"Bullshit. That wasn't intentional. How was I supposed to know that her pussy was gonna smell…off?"
 
"True. He didn't know. I should've warned him,"  Seokjin speaks up looking at Jungkook and then Taehyung. 
 
They all break into laughter, shoulders and hands slapping at each other and Taehyung can feel a new type of tears threaten his eyes.
 
Wiping at his eyes he sees a taxi idling meters away from them.
 
"That us?" Taehyung points to the  car.
 
"Yeah that's us," Seokjin nods, straightening his posture.
 
"Can I just say for the record?" Jungkook turns back to them as he walks backward toward the cab.
 
"Taehyung, it may be unintentional. But my jizz bag story only affected my dick getting wet."
 
They all greet the driver and climb into the car. 
 
"But your pussy vomit. It kept us all from getting laid." Jungkook closes the taxi door. 
 
"Friends help friends get laid."
 
[Song suggestion: Hello? by Clario]
 
Taehyung is home. He's been home for almost an hour and it's a little after 3am. He should go to sleep.
 
It's New Year's Eve. They're running a special menu tonight. Lots to do.
 
But he can't fall asleep. 
 
The light to your home was on when he got home. He checked again just a few minutes ago. The light was off again.
 
He's still tipsy. Jungkook and Seokjin insisted they could not end the night with the strip club fail. 
 
So they went to a bar around the corner and Taehyung walked home once Jungkook found his hook up of the night. 
 
He’s too drunk to drink straight. Because it almost feels like he’s watching his own body walk across the corridor and slide the key into the lock. 
 
Turning the knob slowly, he inches the door open and not one light is on when he pokes his head in. It's completely dark. He lets his eyes adjust to the darkness as the door closes behind him with a hush.
 
Leave the door unlocked, the creep in him whispers. The floor is cold under his feet. 
 
Fuck, he forgot his slippers.
 
It's quiet. Really quiet. So quiet that he's scared to move. 
 
This isn't the first time in your place since he fucked your couch. He has visited a few more times, laying faceup on your bed, staring at the ceiling in the middle of night.
 
It's his birthday. If you're here. Just looking at you would make it the best birthday ever, he reasons.
 
That gets him to move, tiptoeing down the hallway until he's outside your bedroom door. 
 
It's cracked very slightly. 
 
He gets down quietly on to his knees letting his hands join into the floor. His eyes peek under the door. 
 
There is no light.
 
Oh but he can hear something now. It's you. You're snoring. 
 
Taehyung positions on foot so it plants on the floor. His hand turns the knob, and it moves without sound.
 
As the door cracks open, the freshness of your scent greets him.  Your smell surrounds him. And he shudders as he attempts to stand fully and nudge the door open.
 
He can smell you. The room is filled with the freshness of it. 
 
His eyes adjust to the light and he can see a dark figure laying on your bed. 
 
Taehyung knows it's you. You're laying on your stomach, one of your legs is hanging out from beneath the covers. Skin from your toes to your hip is on display.
 
Are you naked under there? 
 
You have to sleep naked because he finds it hard to believe you were wearing panties at the moment.
 
His cock is hardening and he grips it tightly to contain the groan that's building in his chest.
 
Taehyung has missed you.
 
Knees plant onto the floor carefully and he sees that the sock on your foot is partially off.
 
The elastic of the ankle is clinging to the ball of your big toe. He lets his fingers tug the loose material and then he's pulling it off slowly, clutching it tightly in his fist.
 
His nose is close to the sole of your exposed foot.
 
Not touching, but almost. You smell so good. Even your foot smells better than Star's cunt. 
 
His cock jerks in his other hand and Taehyung's knuckles get covered with pre-cum.
 
He would love nothing more than to peel off the covers and bury his head between your ass cheeks. Dig his tongue deep into your tight rim as his fingers stroke in your cunt.
 
Taehyung's grip around the head of his dick tightens and squeezes. He's trying to control himself but fails with a whimper shaking over his lips.
 
You're shuffling the tip of your toe flicking across his bottom lip.
 
He's frozen. 
 
You're gonna wake up and find him at the end of your bed, kneeling with his hand on his cock.
 
But you don't. Your soft breathing resumes and Taehyung adrenaline shoots to his dick. You're naked underneath. He can't see your pussy because of the lack of light. But he can see shadows. And all he sees is skin.
 
He continues pumping himself, his cock keeps growing harder and keeps leaking. His teeth clench to contain his moans and just when he thinks they're about to break, he's stuffing the sock in his fist  into his mouth to release his pleasure filled sounds into. 
 
Stopping. Doesn't even become an option at this point. 
 
He's near you. 
 
His balls are heavy. 
 
It's his birthday. 
 
His thoughts jumble as he thinks about crawling over you and sticking his cock right up your ass. 
 
It's been twenty-one days since he’s last seen you. Last touched you. 
 
And Taehyung feels exposed and sensitive in your presence. He's spasming at every twist of his wrist. Every touch to his cock.
 
Beads of sweat, prickle his hair line and and his gut is tightening deliciously. The sock is warm and moist on his tongue and it feels so good to have something of yours in his mouth again.
 
He can feel the sock dripping and he sucks on it slightly thinking about how yummy you probably taste right now. The thrill of you catching him, worshiping you like this has him tripping over his orgasm.
 
Do not make a mess again, Taehyung thinks as he tugs the sock from his gritted teeth.
 
He places the sock over his cock, and the warm damp soggy sock has him cumming as the tip of his tongue licks over the nub of your pinky toe. 
 
His cum seeps through the sock and his fingers are wet as he pumps to finish, shaking hard as he fights to control the moans clawing at his throat. His other hand reaches the floor and his fingernails grasp the tufts of the rug tightly, a few threads tugging free in his fist.
 
Taehyung's cock is still dripping as he forces himself to his feet, willing his feet to tread delicately to your bedroom door as he presses the sock harder against his cock. Cleaning up as he moves along.
 
As he navigates your hallway again, the sock returns to being fisted in his hand and he pulls his pants up as his teeth bite down on his lips. 
 
He’s a creep. He’s a menace. He’s a monster.
 
Fast and quiet. His tipsiness must’ve exited his dick through his cum because he feels completely awake as he makes his way to the front door and slides on his slippers. 
 
Taehyung glances around before he opens your front door. It makes little to no noise to his ears. His fingers flip the lock from the inside before he’s closing it on the outside.
 
His other hand moves and it’s sticky. Sticky from his spit and cum. He opens his hand and looks at the sloppy sock resting in his hand, and small white lettering calls to him.
 
He holds it up and stretches the fabric a bit. The sock is gray and has a rain cloud with colorful raindrops falling from it and a zigzag of lightning. And beneath it the words “We are fucked,” is written in script.
 
And Taehyung couldn’t agree more.
 
When it came to you, he was completely and utterly fucked.

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[Song suggestion: The High Road by Broken Bells]
“You always do this.”You slowly turn the bathtub knob so the full, hot, steady flow of water stops. Watching the remaining drops trickle from the faucet as you let your body sink further into the steaming water.A sigh escapes your lips when you hear Hoseok’s voice call through the door, again. A body part, possibly his head, is sliding against the firmly shut door. Your eyes float to the door handle and see it jiggle a bit. But it doesn’t open. It’s locked.Good.“You always run, Y/N. Every. Fucking. Time. You run, Y/N."There’s a dragging sound against the wood and then soft padded footsteps shuffle away. He’s gone. Even better than good.Is that what you do, though? Is that what he thinks you always do? That all you do is just run? Maybe you have resorted to running from Hoseok because it was always fucking hard to get a word in. The man never stopped talking, especially if he thought he was right. So maybe you did run. It was the only way to stop him from speaking. Get him out of your space and retrieve some space for yourself.Your brain is interrogating itself when your phone chimes. “Tae” sits on top of the black screen above the time. 12:34 am. It’s late.

Taehyung probably tucked his kids into bed hours ago. But he’s up. And texting you. Hesitation is little as you reach toward the device to unlock it. Hardly anything can stop you from reading what he wrote. You read every message he has sent, at least twice. But there were others that you read so many times in the last few weeks. You had lost count how many he had sent.And he left voice messages too. You listened to all of them. Paid attention to how his tongue and lips curled around every syllable. How his voice would sometimes be hushed, like he was telling you a secret from deep within his soul. But there are a few. A few that dripped with heaviness and thick with pain. The words tumbled roughly from his mouth, almost as if they were struggling to break free from his heart. But they did.So you didn’t erase them. The messages. You tried. And you failed. Your voicemail has been full for days. Yet you couldn’t delete his messages. If you were all the way truthful, you could admit that his words prickled under your skin. They did so because the things he said to you felt like they were plucked from the mush of your brain. You could’ve said those words, but if you did, you would've said them weeks ago. Not now. No, you would’ve said them if you were brave enough and not a fucking mess.But the thing is, the most important thing. You would say those words if you were ready.But you weren’t ready. No. You weren’t. Not then.If only things could be that simple. Black. And white.You weren’t ready because of the presence of the man on the other side of the bathroom door. And the history you shared with him.Things have shifted though.  Two of your worlds collided before you were ready for them to meet. But that is Taehyung's fault. Not yours.Him and that disturbing AirTag he planted in your wallet.As soon as you entered Hoseok’s place after leaving the bar, he was moving frantically while interrogating you about Taehyung. Questioning how you could be so reckless to “fuck with a weirdo like that.” You couldn’t say much. It was all too much. Usually you were ready to go toe-to-toe with Hoseok if the challenge presented itself. But this wasn’t the usual circumstance. A new challenger had entered the ring and that was Kim Taehyung.Everything from the hour before, felt like a vivid dream. Taehyung showing up minutes after you had walked in with Hoseok. And then questioning you essentially about how you were managing your own body, your own pussy.Prior to this, that man, Kim Taehyung, had been running around your brain for hours and minutes and seconds everyday since you first pleasured him. You liked him. A lot.Liked fucking him. Liked being around him.It’s when your mind settles on those facts when Hoseok’s phone dings. His questions stopped as he reviewed his phone. His face pinched tightly together. And soon the only sound that can be heard is a repetitive chiming that is coming from deep within your purse.Hoseok’s face slackened as you caught his gaze. His eyes are bouncing from your face to your purse.“You have an AirTag?”“What? No…” you replied as you began pulling things out of your bag; placing your phone, a pack of mints, and hand sanitizer on Hoseok’s black couch cushions.As soon as you pull out your wallet, you hear the sound increase in volume. After pressing your ear to the smooth leather, you began unzipping and unfastening the wallet, digging into pockets and pouches. “It’s about the size of a large button on a coat,” Hoseok said, standing steps away from you, his form looming over you. You moved to the coin purse and shook it out. A few coins rolled out and another sticky, lint-covered mint. Your fingers swept through the pocket and a knuckle hits something bumpy. Spying closer you see there's another zipped pocket, tucked there. Always forget about this one. This pouch.It’s so small. The size perfect to hold exactly one condom. Only one. It’s discreet.But you’ve never placed condoms there anyway. You’ve never put anything there. Unzipping slowly, fingertips reaching in - there’s definitely something there.  And it was that fucking AirTag. It’s funny though. Because as slow you had been to fucking discover what the hell an AirTag was. Looking at it. You knew immediately it had been Taehyung. Remembering him hovering over your purse and then making some lame excuse about having to go to bed because he had to take the kids to school the next day, the day before. Also, explains why he would happen to run into you at the bar. This wasn’t just any bar.That bar was one of your favorites.You went there at least once a week and you had never seen Taehyung there. It was close to Hoseok’s place. It was a locals’ bar, the crowd was almost always familiar.“It was him, right? The creep at the bar? The one you’ve been fucking, obviously?”You sigh deeply as you clutch the offending item tighter in your fist as Hoseok fiddles with his phone and the chiming dies. Your teeth are digging into your bottom lip. Threatening to bust and bleed.“I mean I get that you need time to think about reconciling, Y/N. But surely it can’t be that difficult to choose between me and a man that not only stalks you, but freely airs your business out in public like that,” Hoseok huffs. “If he did that.” Hoseok continues because he always has to add his own opinion to any situation. “He doesn’t deserve you. You deserve better.”-------------------“Hmmph, better,’ you mumble under your breath as you set your phone back on the edge of the tub. You’ll check Taehyung’s message later. A man always thinks he knows better than a woman knows herself.Fuck. What are you doing? You allow yourself to sink deeper into the tub. Knees folded as the hot water wades around the round of your shoulders.And as the water soothes your muscles, your brain unfolds the moments that brought you here…
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〰  MR. SUNSHINE 〰

[Song Suggestions: Purple Sun by Cannons]
You met Hoseok on the second day of your new job at the university.Everybody loved him, that much was evident. The other staff laughed the loudest at his jokes, afterall. If he laughed, everyone laughed, only because he started it. And Hoseok is smart. You love a smart person. Someone who could form their own thoughts, draw their own conclusions without much prodding from outside influences.When he gave presentations, confidence washed over him and flooded the audience.He spoke with calm intelligence. His words were always carefully chosen. There was no denying that the room just got a little brighter when Hoseok walked into the room and then dimmed deeply when he left it, taking his bright energy with him.It took only one night for you to fall under his spell.A night, where you found yourself alone with Hoseok at that bar not far from campus, not far from his place. Your company began with a crowd of eight that dwindled to six, and then narrowed to five. Co-workers just continued to disappear until it was just the two of you. Just you. And Hoseok. You had never been alone with him at this point. The two of you were huddled toward the back of the bar. You hadn't noticed until your debate with him died down that not many were left in the bar, in general. There was a pregnant pause. The sound of chatter was replaced by soft lofi music and the clink of glasses.Hoseok had leaned back into the leather seats, spreading his legs wide and letting his arms rest on the back of the couch. His glass dangled from his fingertips as a shit eating grin spread prettily across his lips. For the past hour, you were entangled in a heated debate about Harry Potter. And now Hoseok was talking about The Goblet of Fire. “The movie was so fun to watch. And that maze?! It was all dark and dangerous.""The Maze?? Are you serious, they left out the best parts of that maze. Sure, okay the maze was creepy, but what about the fucking riddles? The fucking Sphinx?! How could they just leave this shit out? The Sphinx?!  How could they? Have you ever read the books? The Sphinx, they left out the fucking SPHINX with her word riddle."He had giggled at you, "Woah, okay, hold on, but the Sphinx wasn't a major plot point to the tournament. She wasn’t even that important, so… why include it? Like CGI would have been so expensive.""I don't give a shit about ExPeNsIvE. If you adapt a novel into movies do it justice! I am not even gonna talk about other shit they didn't include. But please just give us the one wondrously magical thing about the maze and don't make it all about the Imperius curse and those fucking BOYS being all manly. The Sphinx would have added whimsy. I will die on this hill.”“You have a valid point,” he began, “But I didn’t miss the riddles at all. And in movies it’s all about being visual, but the darkness of the maze was enough for me.”  Annoyed. You were so fucking annoyed by him. Not just by his words, but by his stupidly good looking face and lithe long body. And the way his brain worked.Your eyes narrow and your arms fold. You are about to unfurl a firestorm of expletives when his hand on your thigh stops you. He’s pulling on it, fingers digging into the flesh as he shifts, “C’mon, you look like your back is killing since you've been hunching over like that for an hour.” Hoseok’s right. You are hunched. Slouching. As you go to straighten your back, your muscles tense tightly and a groan rolls off your lips. His eyes darkened when you did that. You did catch that.He chuckles as you straighten slowly, taking the time to roll your shoulders and neck, a small pop emits as you do. “God, you must be so stressed with the pressure of having to present in a few days.”“Yeah a little bit,” you admit as your knuckles knead your shoulder. “Want some help?” One of Hoseok’s hands slides to your upper arm. Immediately, you notice how warm it is. And normally you would say no. You don’t like to be touched intimately in a random situation. The kind of touching he was alluding to was intimate.But with all the bubbly you drank plus his fingers pressing slightly deeper into your flesh had a slow “yes” rolling off your tongue easily.And he helped you all right. Worked his hands all over your body, then his dick drove all the way up into your pussy that night. Innocent? You wouldn't call his touch that. Intentional? Absolutely.But before all that, his body pressed closely to your ass as he rubbed the muscles on your shoulders. Thumbs digging into the back of your neck as his balmy breath fanned across the skin there. Then he hit some sweet, delicious spot on your back, next to your spine and you felt your panties dampen. Hoseok huffed before, “God you so fucking hot-”The hands on your body had stopped. And you froze as well. The sunny displays on your shoulders drag down slowly before peeling away, completely. Their retreat was slow.  The warmth they spread is moving deeper into the layer of your tissues. Your skin erupts with shallow bumps, all the hair on the area standing on end.Antennas up to receive.You turned to him and his eyes instantly settled to your lips. But your eyes roamed his body. Searching for what his words lacked to do. Tell you his intention.Your eyes? They landed on his lap. Noticing how his dick pressed up and to the left, up to the ceiling in his dark form fitting pants. It looked painful, but if it did… Hoseok didn’t let it show. He was heaving though. Chest rising and falling rhythmically. Not long enough for you to witness before he’s tugging your biceps and pulling you into his warmth. He paused for a moment, eyes meeting right before his lips that were plush and cool to the touch pressed tightly against yours. Only for a moment before his teeth began chewing on your lower lip. It didn’t hurt. No. The bites were hungry and nibbly, making you squirm against him, prompting you to part your own lips wider. And this only allowed for his tongue to snake in as his hand cupped your chin, thumbing the curve of it.  The taste on his tongue was sweet and woodsy pine sat there after a swipe. And the feel of it  was startlingly cold and then you remember himsucking ice cube after crunchy ice cube as you debated. Then your brain stalled. His frigid wet muscle wrapped around yours and yanked it inside his searing hot mouth. The contrast of sensation, spinning your head and in turn spilling your juices into your silkened panties.  The rest of the night was a blur. You just remember feeling stretched and spent, then in turn waking in his bed. His eyes were the first thing you see when they broke because of the morning light filtering into his windows.“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” Hoseok had whispered, his grin growing as his hand reached out to thumb at your chin. “Me too, sunshine. Me too,” you supplied, right before he kissed you in the haze of that morning glow. 
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〰 AIN’T NO SUNSHINE 〰

[Song suggestions: Lovefool by No Vacation]
 And that’s how it all began with Hoseok. It was fast. And it was intense. You moved in with him about a month after dating him for goodness sake. Then a year later, he’s talking about marriage. Introducing you as his fiance even though he never bought you a ring. But it just went that way. Easy. Being with Hoseok was also easy, at first.And Hoseok? The bright and shiny guy at work?Well he was a complete and utter bore at home. You’re not sure if he took all his shine from the sleep he got during the night and burned so great that when he was out and about peopling, but you thought  that maybe he gave all that brightness away with each interaction he had during the day.Because the moment his feet crossed over your shared threshold, a different creature appeared.A being who was very by the book. Stern. Diligent in his tasks. Hoseok never wanted to be off schedule. He loved routine. Loved the rituals of the day-to-day.And for the most part you adapted to that. But it was how he was beginning to act with you that really was the tipping point in the relationship you shared with him.Hoseok began watching you at every gathering and function you attended together. At first you would just feel his eyes on you. And you liked it. You did. You can admit that. Liked having his attention in a room full of people.Your eyes would meet and his eyes would glitter. And then his lips would pull into a delicate smile. That smile is filled with adoration.Sometimes he would watch you so much, he’d take you home and fuck you good. Whispering in your ear that everybody at the function wished they could be where he was - deep, deep inside you.But like most living things, change occurs. People change. Evolve.Hoseok’s admiration that came in the form of staring evolved into whispering into your ear.Always ticking off the number of drinks you have had. Hands squeezing your thigh in warning any time you said anything with a hint of color in it. Oh, forbid it all. Well that's what his word relayed.“What would your coworkers think?”“You have to keep it professional.” “Think about your future,Y/N,” he would say before kissing your mouth. But that kiss didn’t feel tender. It felt like a warning. And nights like that? They always left you thinking that if you were too caught up in the future? What moments were you currently missing? Would that even leave space for you to enjoy living in the present?And as the days and months passed by with Hoseok, the more and more you felt less like yourself. It didn’t feel like growth. It felt like the opposite. Stifling. That’s how you felt. Felt like you were putting bits of yourself in a box and putting them on a shelf. Putting on a dress of conformity to fit into Hoseok’s life.  But that wasn’t you. You did not conform. Well, not until you met him. Hoseok.Yet, you felt also at your limit. Yes, you did. It simmered in your gut. And then it all came to a head at the housewarming party for his sister, Ji-wooWhen you presented the plant you had picked out from the two from you as a gift? Hoseok had chided and shook his head as he uttered the words, “Typical.”A part of you wanted to shovel into that remark, but you didn’t. You were tired, exhausted really.  Work had been a drain and you were about to attend something, you knew would only leech more energy from you.His quips and shady remarks came quickly and effortlessly in those days. Somehow, every day included a battle between what Hoseok said  was happening and what he thought you were perceiving about it even if you never said a word at all.That’s how he would analyze your concerns. That you were reading too much into his words.But that was offensive. Every time he said it, it only pissed you off even further. It was an adage that was truer today for you, than it was the day before:Words mean things.And so now he says the word ‘typical’…does that mean he thought you were typical?Did that mean you were basic? Is that what he was insinuating? Easily read and predictable? Well that wouldn’t do. Not at all.But you continued to take the time to put in your earrings after it took several minutes to find the pair you had in mind. He had tutted at this. Tapped his foot impatiently as you roamed your shared home looking for the purple gems that were perfect for the outfit you had selected.“I don’t know why it took you so long to find your earrings. Why don't you use the jewelry box I gifted you,” Hoseok grumbled as he watched you place the gems in your lobes in the mirror, his shoulder leaning on the door frame and his gaze dark. There was no light in them when he said the words.“I do use it. I just forget-”“To use what I got you,” Hoseok finishes for you, before he rolls his eyes and strides away. His hard footsteps clodding on the wooden floors.You bit back the tears that sat at the corners of your eyes. Didn’t bite it back for him. Those held back tears were for you. But you could cry about it later.You didn’t want to give him any satisfaction that his callous words had affected you. Because you had seen it before. Had seen his eyes fill with almost a hint of delight if you were to cry during your arguments.So instead of crying, you climbed into the car with him. And listened as he talked and then talked and then talked some more about his day as he navigated his way to Ji-woo’s new home. Always his plans, his goals.You waited for Hoseok to ask you about your day. He never did, It was becoming rare for him to do so, now that you thought about it.Your hands shook as you handed the plant you bought to his sister. The two of them were close and had similar reactions to things. Hoseok had already shared his opinion of your gift. You braced yourself for hers.But she surprised you that night. She thanked you. Genuinely.And as her husband and Hoseok got roped into a conversation about the state of the world. Ji-woo had leaned in close to you and said, “Thank you, Y/N. I know you picked this out for the two of you. I love rosemary and this will probably be my new fave. Hobi is lucky to have you.”She tenderly squeezed your elbow before moving away and placing the plant firmly in the middle of the kitchen counter like a treasured prize. 
[Song suggestion: How - demo by Clairo]
And she was right. Hoseok was lucky to have you.Yet that night, he didn’t act like it. His hand gripped your thigh roughly under the table every time your wine glass got refilled. Then at some point told the server to stop pouring more liquid into your glass that “the lady has had enough”. And even though you stopped drinking that did not stop him from clicking his tongue at you, followed by a shake of the head anytime you laughed a little too hard for his liking. But even if you were quiet, kept your mouth shut, he was leaning into your ear and urging you to be social, more outgoing.It was enough. Enough for you to realize you were being parented by your partner, he was not treating you as his equal.That night as the plates were cleared, you looked at the couples around the beautifully made table that was full of blooms and silver plated accents upon a white crisp cotton tablecloth. Observed the couples who leaned toward one another as if they needed the weight of the other to thrive. Some of their shoulders pressed tightly, not a sheet of paper could be spliced between them. And then the others who shoulders grazed lightly, as if their bodies were subconsciously checked in with one another. It wasn’t much, just the pieces of cloth draped there to touch. But it seemed enough. Kept them connected on a level that seemed foreign to you. It reminded you of trees leaning onto one another to support the blooming of their foliage. And it was then when you glanced at Hoseok and noticed he was leaning away from you. Elbow positioned on his armrest and body tilted away. His gaze was fully focused on his brother-in-law as he detailed the timelines about finding their home. You had taken the opportunity of distraction to reach for your glass. You needed one. The flavor was delicious on your buds and you wanted to taste it again. The fingers on your hand barely wrap around the stem of the wine glass before you feel a big warm hand on your thigh.Hoseok’s leaning in close suddenly, lips brushing the shell of your ear. From anyone seated around the large marble table, many would think he was leaning in to tell you how irresistible you are.But he didn’t do that. Instead, he whispered, “That’s enough juice for you, my love,” before he planted a chaste kiss to your templeAlthough being with Hoseok was easy. You realized it was only easy if you did things his way.And it was then you knew it was time to break away from Jung Hoseok. 
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  〰 CURIOUSITY FUCKS THE DILF 〰
[Song Suggestion: Bonafied Lovin by Chromeo]
When you told Hoseok that you wanted out, he didn’t fight you. Well not by much. He had told you that he knew that once your mind was made up, it was made up.So you began sorting it all out.The two of you stayed in the same place for about three weeks before you were packing up your things and moving out. Things were strangely easy, again, but this time it was because it felt like he was ready to let you go.And go, you did; crashing with Denise and Geena as you negotiated to buy a condo of your own as well as finding some new furniture to decorate your new home.Then you intruded on them some more by begging them to help you move the smaller items you still had in possession to your place, bartering that you would host the next three monthly hangouts. And your bestest friends gladly accepted your terms, hugging you to seal the deal. But they knew that the hangouts included lots of wine, food and music. All gratis. All by the host. It was a good arrangement.“Goddamn, how many fucking books do you have Y/N?” Geena huffs as she drops a box to the ground and then slides it against the wall with the tip of her foot. “You know she’s a fucking book worm,” Denise huffs as she also releases a box on top of another.You’re about to estimate the book possession count when Geena stops you by holding up a hand. “You’re right Denise. Y/N,” she begins as she wipes her sweaty face. “I don’t want to know. Just put them on a tablet or something. Save a tree and shit.”“But I like being surrounded by pages,” you pout.“Oh okay. So kill the Earth just because you like paper sitting on your shelves, hoe.”“Well she does try to equal things out by having all these plants.” Denise offers up as she also plops down on the floor between you and Geena.You giggle and shrug as you grab a box cutter and move toward your back door porch. It’s a lovely spring day. The sky is bright tiffany blue and you can see birds of brown, yellow and royal blue flitter between the bushes planted along the edge of the common area. It was still cool out but it felt stuffy inside, so you slide the door open to let fresh air in before you get to opening boxes nearby. And as soon as you do you’re met with a deep robust laughter, accented with high pitch squeals and screams. The sound is so infectious that a smile instantly spreads on your face.You couldn't help but lean further into the window to see if you could pinpoint where the happiness symphony was coming from. Your eyes adjust to a man pinning three small bodies underneath his body. His arms moving wildly as well as his hips as he quickly rotated tickling fingers between the tinier children below his body. They’re squealing and chuckling at his movement.One pops up quickly, but the man is faster - he hooks an arm around their waists and it earns a fever pitch scream of "Daddy!" before it melts into a puddle of giggles.You guffaw and find yourself slapping a hand over your mouth. Instantly, Denise and Geena are standing beside you. You can feel them."Mmmhmmmm who's the hot older brother?" Denise whistles."Not, a brother," you whisper as you watch him pick one kid up and haul them over his shoulder."I think…one of them called him daddy."The three of you watch together. Watching the man in black shorts and black shirt play with boundless energy with the three children that barely met his waistline, all the while keeping a square smile on his face, laughter that batted from bubbly giggle to a deep chuckle as he jumped around. The sound was so rich that it painted the walls of your new home."What a fucking Dilf. I think I can see a dick print," Geena sighs as the boyish man lifts the bottom of his shirt to wipe his brow. An expanse of honey skin glistening in the sun. And Geena was right, there was a nice sizable bulge hanging in his shorts. You wondered just how big it would feel in your mouth. Where did that come from?"Let me know what his wife looks like, I bet she's a fucking model."And for weeks you would see him and sometimes you would see those kids with him. But you never saw him with a woman.Watched and observed him from afar, sometimes through the blinds of his place. Noticing that when he wasn't moving around like a big kid himself, the man looked lethal. Almost unfriendly if you had to tell it. He had large chocolate colored, hooded bedroom eyes and a mouth that seemed to constantly rest into a frown.His resting face was simply unbothered.But when he was smiling or laughing, his eyes became sparkling moon crescents and his full lips stretched into a rectangle shape to reveal rows of pearly whites.He was sexy and cute. Lethal, indeed. Your first encounter with the dilf was in the somewhat narrow corridor of your condo. You were just coming home from work. Your feet fucking hurt. The last two steps on the stairs pinched the tip of your toes tightly in your shoes. They weren’t even heels. Just some damn shoes you thought looked great with the dress you had on, but you rarely wore.The heat of the day didn’t really help with the swelling that was occurring in the leather wrapped around your feet and as you turned to walk the last remaining steps to your door when you saw him.The dilf was wearing a forest green button up that was already rolled at the elbows and brown pants splattered with paint. Sunglasses hung from his ears and rested on the back of his neck while his eyes were stuck on the phone in one of his palms. And seeing him look so fluffy and fresh made you suddenly aware of how sweaty of a mess you were, feeling your silk shirt clinging to your skin disgustingly. Your feet moved forward though as if you had no choice but to get closer, nearer to all that yummy energy that was simmering off of him. His sultry eyes were focused on his phone as he strolled toward you like the corridor was his own personal catwalk. A fan of lashes, so many you couldn't count them if you wanted to, hid his eyes. Yet, just when you were going to look away, to spare yourself from the embarrassment and awareness that you were staring, his ebony lashes fluttered up and his dark stare met yours.It was just a few seconds, but you witnessed his lip quirk into a half smile and his head nod toward you before continuing on his way.That nod alone had set a fire off in the pit of your stomach. And when your door closed, you wondered where a man like that came from. He had a unholy amount of sex appeal in his aura. And then minutes later you found yourself touching yourself,  thinking about sucking him off in the common area where you first spotted him.You needed to know more. See more of this sultry individual.
[Song suggestion: Doin’ Time - Remix by Sublime, The Pharcyde]
So you turned to the only neighbor you’ve had the opportunity to meet, Maya. You met her only a few days after moving in. She Introduced herself as she passed by you while heading home while you were heading out.Maya had insisted that the two of you have a drink at the bar around the corner sometime.And after being so close to Taehyung and him having his eyes on you. You thought why not? It would be great to make new friends and maybe Maya would be the key to Taehyung coming one.But she was not a person that would be a good friend to you. You learned that fast. But it wasn’t until she told you that she’d been divorced for three years and that Kim Taehyung in 2B is a dilf she’s been trying to bed for about a year.“His kids are all under the age of ten, which makes my skin crawl. Not a huge fan of kids, BUT I would make an exception for that man.”“I’ve flirted with him heavily and I don’t even know if he’s into women anymore after his divorce. Maybe he’s put off by his ex. He hangs out with Yoongi in 1B alot. And Yoongi sleeps with anyone, anything that’s pretty.”You fought to roll your eyes at that statement. You thought it was very shitty of her to make assumptions about Taehyung’s sexuality because he was not showing interest in Maya. She came off as vain and a snooty know-it-all. Like Monica from Friends. Yeah, the name Maya didn’t fit her. But Monica did. Her parents failed her. You would do right by her. Give her a name that is more appropriate. Monica was her new anointed name.For the rest of the night she peppered you with questions about yourself. And you revealed a bit. Sharing that you were engaged when she shared the details of her nasty divorce. Admitting that you thought women were attractive too when she whispered that she kissed Jessie from 2F during a holiday party held on the property.That night you didn’t have a great feeling about her, but it wasn’t until you heard her gossiping like a fucking thirteen-year-old girl about you to some resident attending your first association board ever that you realized she was a fucking snake in tall grass. And if her personality didn’t pass Taehyung’s vibe check, why should it pass yours? But the only thing you can thank Monica for, is that she let you know that Taehyung was up for grabs. And you wanted to throw your hat into the ring. Try and grab what was up for the taking.  
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〰 OOPS? 〰

[Song suggestions: Blow by Jackson Wang]
Hoseok is entering your office. You can’t lie, he looks so good strolling in – black button-up on his toffee painted torso while his legs are covered in cream pants. Yes, definitely yummy.You just convened a staff meeting with him and he stared at you intensely from across the conference table. A stare so intense you felt hot as you discussed the beginning of the fall semester that you had to avert your eyes for the rest of the meeting.“What’s up Hobi?” you ask as you slide folders and then your laptop into the thick black canvas bag that you carried every day when you had to come into the office.It was the end of the day. Nearly everyone had already left. It was Thursday night. And hardly anyone stayed late on a Thursday or Friday night. His appearance didn’t shock you per se, Hoseok liked to work, but him crossing into your office at this hour was strange.There was nothing you could think of that needed to be discussed.Hoseok smiles at you as he quietly closes the door behind him. The movement was also unusual. You hadn’t been in an enclosed space, just the two of you, since you broke it off. But here he was, making sure you were alone. And the fact he was closing the door made anxiety spike throughout you. But you try your best to school your features as he walks closer to you.“Everything ok?” you defer as Hoseok stops a few paces from you, his hands stuffed casually in his pockets. You nod.And he nods back before he’s suddenly removing one hand from his pockets and sliding it to your chin. His thumb swipes dangerously close to your bottom lip.“You look really great today, Y/N,” he says matter-of-factly, a handsome smile spreads on his face, dimples peeking out. “Wanted to let you know that.”A giggle escapes your lips. You couldn’t help it. It wasn’t one of flattery. You were nervous and jostling under the charm oozing out of his pores. Hoseok was incredibly appealing and even though the statement seems bland, the look on his face, well, you recognized it. His eyes were darting all over you and his smile had turned lazy and wide on his lips. His alluring side was front and center. That much you were sure of. He had an incredible way of persuading people to do things they never intended to do in the first place. Planting his seeds in others' heads and pouring words of encouragement to make the notion grow.“Thanks Hobi,” you utter as you move away from his touch to continue to pack your bag, you need to keep moving. He always took moments of stun to move in closer.He tuts at your words. Your reaction. “I’ve missed you,” Hoseok whispers softly as he sinks into your white office chair. It swivels a bit when he does.His knees are inches from your legs, the sweet scent of him enveloping you. It makes you pause as you’re in the middle of reaching and stacking. He smells like fresh linen, crisp and clean. Even after being at the office for hours, his scent was like  he just stepped out of an invigorating shower. The color of his skin on his face glowing to match his energy.You look at him and can't help but return the cheek-crunching smile he’s giving you. Hoseok's smile was contagious like that. He must take that as some sort of signal because his hand grazes up one of your thighs and then settles on your hip. His hand feels large and warm, as always, the skin under your clothes burning hot. “Missed you,” he states, again, softly. Simply. Lowly. Syrupy.You know that tone. It’s seduction leaking from him.You did miss him, kinda. Mostly, you missed his touch. Missed his warmth under the sheets during a cold night. His hands on your waist and the way his body molded to yours effortlessly. Skins close and pressing, creating a heat while slathered together.You hadn’t been this excited in so long. Your body hadn’t felt this fiery in months. Could feel your arousal begin to coat your lips and they swell in response, preparing for some kind of friction. The scratchiness of your lace panties make your body tingle in sensitivity. Reminding you that it's been awhile since you felt touch like this.Hoseok’s fingers rubbing insistently on the curve of your hips. But then they tighten and tug you back, making you fall onto his lap. There’s a chunk of him under your ass. And you instantly clench. Your pussy and your heart sent different signals to your brain. The messages are unclear. Muddled. You should pull away, tell him it’s not going to happen. But your pussy is throbbing as his knees begin to nudge your thighs apart. And you want to stay. You can’t deny there’s want to see where this leads. 
Why can’t you sleep with him, again?
Because this isn't the Hoseok you knew intimately. His dick game was great, but he could be a bit vanilla. And he wouldn’t even think about kissing your deeply at a restaurant let alone whatever the fuck he is doing right now. Beneath you. In your office.“Hobi,” you breathe, chest stuttering as he pulls you closer, one arm folding around your waist as the other one slides up your arm and it lands on your chin, tilting your cheek so his mouth can meet your lips. “Y/N,” Hoseok mimics you, leaning in again harder, his dick pressing further up against your ass. It takes everything for you to not moan out when you feel the ever-growing lump.You bite down on his pillow-soft lower lip and his fingers resting on your waist squeeze you firmly. “We shouldn’t.” 
Why shouldn’t we? 
That’s your pussy talking, again. But your heart is like, Because the pussy already knows this dick. You walked away from it for a reason.His hand on your chin, skims down your neck leaving goosebumps in its trail and then it stops at the center of your chest. “You found someone else already,” he muses out loud, a glint of mischievousness lighting up his eyes, fingertips drumming into your sternum. Your heart knocks back in response. Bump, bump, bump.You shake your head and attempt to pull away but Hoseok keeps you tight in his grip. Hands searing the flesh on your skin. It doesn’t hurt, but his grasp lets you know he’s not ready to let go. Not yet.“No? Good…” Hoseok sighs as he slides his nose against the shell of your ear.His breaths are warm hushes of air coating against the skin and he adjusts his hips again. Rolls them sinfully. Dick still tucked under your ass, grinding insistently.A small sound escapes your lips. And now you realize you're slightly squirming on top of his lap. An adjustment here and a shift there as you feel him growing even harder beneath you if that was even possible. You don’t even think he was this hard at the tail end of your relationship. “Never had a chance to give your sweet, tight pussy and long and stiff goodbye,” Hoseok groans as a few of his fingers slide over the button of your pants. You curse his dexterity when the button pops easily in one go, allowing one hand to slide under the fabric, like it’s seeking relief in your soaked panties from the searing sun.You hiss when his digits come to press at the top of your mound. It feels hot and sticky there. You can't help but wiggle on Hoesok’s erection. It’s not your fault. His dick keeps pressing up between your ass and pussy. Hoseok likes it because he growls into the shell of ear before he’s nipping the lobe.You hadn’t meant to moan again. The sound seems like an auto response from your body.It was instantly remembering the ways Hoseok had pleasured you in the past. “I know you always had the fantasy that I would take this honeyed pussy in your office. Wanna do it…now,” he announces gruffly as his mouth presses to the corner of your mouth and then slips to the curve of your neck.“Hobi, we haven’t been together for months,” you scoff as his other hand glides down from your chest up tenderly cups your breasts over your sweater. Holding you like you would break. Holding you so gently that you could pull away. But you don’t. You stay put.It doesn’t feel like a choice. Your brain has shut down. It was too overloaded in sensation.Hoesok huffs and his hands move from their locations to settle at your waist, tugging them at the top. “Up,” he tuts, prompting you to tilt your hips up before he’s jerking your pants down to your knees, causing you to collapse back down on his lap, earning a lewd groan from him when your black sheer-covered ass meets his restricted bulge.His fingers are moving quickly then, slithering back under your panties. And then pressing deep against your core, his middle finger on your clit, small tight circles given. “Can I?” He asks politely as he moves his finger over your nub and slides it farther down to rest against your dripping hole. Your nipples are pinched between his thumb and pointer fingers, under your sweater and over your matching thin bra.“I’m gonna make you cum. But you’re loud when you cum so you gotta be quieter when you do,” Hoseok says as his lips squeeze at your neck and mouths at the cotton on your shoulders.“I’m not lo-” you squeal as his finger slithers into you, hooking immediately into your g-spot. He giggles at you as he begins to push and circle your soft spot, making you tighten around him.It’s been too long. That’s for fucking sure.Sure, you have toys. But nothing beats the feeling of the touch of someone. Warm blood flowing underneath each movement.“-ud.” you finish, biting back another moan. “Wouldn’t be so loud if you weren’t fingering me good.” His ass grinds up in-between your ass cheeks, tucking between them, pushing at your barely covered rim. “True,” he hums. “You always liked two right?” “Fingers,” he continues.Hoseok doesn’t wait for an answer, he’s popping another finger along with the other. Both of them moving in rhythm, but out of sync, toying with your tender tissue messily. Making you twist deep down onto his hard dick. Moan out again.“Quiet or not Hobi? Make up your mind.”He chuckles at you and tugs his digits from you making you whine and feel empty. Pussy throbbing violently. His fingers snap at your slit and your head is falling back onto his shoulder, tongue sliding out of your mouth.“That tongue is always so savage. Let’s see if we can get it to stop moving.” He sticks his tongue out to lap, wetly, against yours.“Mmph, so fucking good,” Hoseok grunts as he juts up against you. Hard. Long. Needy.Your hands tighten on the armrests, body beginning to lean away from Hoseok, bending at a forty-five degree angle. His hand grounds you to him, though. The new position makes you weep juices onto his fingers, feeling hot all over your chest. Wishing the demure article was off of you. Every nerve is lit, cranking out every touch and sensation throughout your body. “Sweat-ter” you chit out as perspiration breaks out across your eyebrows. Cheeks feeling hot. Fuck that, your whole body is on fire. You wanted to cum so bad with his fingers. They were so long and nimble. And you knew this time could absolutely be the last time. The last and final time he would feel your pussy. And maybe that’s what broke your orgasm into your body.Your body was picking up on every single thing that made Hoseok an incredible lover. His other hand is now tugging up your body. The sweater bunched in his hand, exposing the flesh with cool air, sending your receptors in overdrive. His erection is continuing to thrust persistently between your cheeks, dick sliding eagerly against you and his fingers digging deeper into you.Your body begins to fold forward on itself further. Trapping Hoesok’s fiercely flexible fingers, the meat of his thumb pressed tightly on your pearl, nudging it with each action. You flutter quickly before clamping your lips around his slender joints, hips swaying over his dick.Just flashes and sparklers dance behind your eyelids as you let your orgasm dance through you. Making your body shake as a strangled moan leaves your mouth, biting down tight on the tip of your tongue to prevent more noise seeping into the office space.“Fuck, you’re sexy,” Hoseok declares, bringing you back to the present. Realizing that not only is your pussy wet, but so is your ass.“I came so fucking hard,” he pants out as he slides his fingers out of your walls. Other hand wiping at the sweat on his forehead and then through his hair.He came? Good. No need to introduce your dick back inside you.Suddenly your pussy and heart are working in tandem. Get. The. Fuck. Out.His arms attempt to slide around you tighter, his body shifting forward like he was going to kiss you. But you already had your final kiss. It’s time to go home. And so you're willing your wobbly knees and arms to push you away from him. Pulling your pants up and fastening them while avoiding his eye contact. The weight of his gaze heavy on you as he slouches back against the seat with a deep exhale.But you needed the seconds to not look at him. To not be pulled in by his heady and magnetic energy. An energy that was hard to ignore.You needed the seconds for your heart to stop thudding.For your ears to stop ringing. And for your pussy to stop pulsating. Your hands tremble as you fix your sweater. “Y/N?” Hobi calls out attempting to stand up but you pin him with a look as you pick up your bag. “That’s the last time Hoseok,” you state slowly and softly. Making the effort to finally meet his stare.It’s gentle. His gaze.Warm brown eyes glazing all over your face. The man had a ball of sunshine in him. It radiated outward brightly and it was all aimed at you, every single ray.But is the shine Hoseok emits, right for you? Couldn’t be. You walked away from it months ago for a reason.“I’ll see you tomorrow, Hobi.”And with that you sling your bag over your shoulder and make your way out of your office. . Every step further you get from that sparkle of a man you realize that what you had just done may be possibly one of the biggest mistakes you ever made in your life. 
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〰 CONFESSIONS OF A DILF HUNTER〰

[Song Suggestion: You Right by Doja Cat]
"Yeah, so I kinda had sex with Hobi the other night?" It was supposed to come out as a statement but you added a lilt toward the end. So when you said it, it came out more like a question."What the fuck?" Geena screeches into the earbuds secured in your ear. You were expecting her to give you shit. What you didn’t expect is for her to yell. “What do you mean you ALMOST fucked your ex-fiance? And when was this? WHEN?!” She rattles out.“A few nights ago. In my office. We dry humped, well…he dry humped me as he fingered me.”“Oh…kinda fucking. No dick and pussy play? Okay. But in your fucking office? Not, Uptight Hoseok?”“Yes, in my fucking office. And that same Hoseok, you describe,” you breathe out and then let your lungs take in a deep inhale. Feels good to share this. Feels like more room is available in your chest now that you shared this update.“It was hot. He was a temptation I just couldn’t resist.”You swear you can hear Geena roll her eyes.“I know you can’t resist him. So what? The two of you are back together, now?”Your head lurches at her question. For some reason you weren’t expecting her to think that.“I mean…no?” You pause for a moment, letting your thoughts settle on the events of the day.Hoseok had taken you to a restaurant you both frequented when you were still together. A hole in the wall that held a lot of memories. He asked for you to reconsider getting back with him. Said he’d give you space. That there was no need to rush into anything. Promising to be better than he was before. “He asked for another chance.”Geen scoffs, “And what did you say?”You shrug. But then you realize she can’t actually see you. Even though you felt like she was in the same room as you.“I told him that I would think about i-” You’re broken out of your confession when you see the dilf, Taehyung is walking by his open window, looking very hot and very shirtless.You curse as you stumble away from your window, needing to catch your breath. Didn’t need him seeing you eye his form hungrily. You weren't expecting the assault but your eyes took in much in a matter of seconds. His frame was wiry but solid. Smooth broad chest that tapered to a small waist. Lots of noticeably smooth skin, actually, it glowed from what you could see..“What is it,” Geena finally says, panic lacing her voice.“I think I have a crush on my neighbor,” you sigh as you steal another peek at your neighbor’s window. He’s still there. Washing something in the sink. He’s focused on his task. Biting his lip, stubble buried between his teeth. His hair keeps flopping about his forehead and he keeps flicking his head back. His Adam apple presents itself over and over again to your viewing, bobbling. Looks tempting.“Wait, you just went for telling me you had sex with your ex-almost-fiance and now you're telling me you have a crush on your neighbor? This is whiplash supreme.” “Yeah, I know,” you sigh as you observe Taehyung wiping his long fingers delicately on a kitchen towel, folds it deftly before placing it presumably on the counter and then walks out of frame.“So do you want old dick or new dick?”You guffaw at her question. “The only cock prospect is Hoseok’s. I’ve only met the dilf once.”“Bullshit,” Geena spits out.“Have you met this dilfy neighbor?”Since the day of moving in, you hadn’t given any updates on your curiosity about the dilf or your constant watching. But you had learned quite a lot since first laying eyes on him. Through other people, through his window and maybe you went to his restaurant once or twice.“Is he single?” Geena asks, interrupting your lurid thoughts.“I mean I’ve heard there’s an ex-wife in the picture. But I’ve only seen him with his kids.”“So those were his kids? You got a crush on a dilf? For real?”“I mean,” you fumble as you rearrange the books on the bookshelf and look back toward your open window. His window is bare now, just empty kitchen space greets you. You feel disappointed.“He’s fucking goregous and he’s great with his kids, calls his daughter princess.”“Y/N should we talk about your daddy issues?”“Shut the fuck upGee. I’m just saying he’s got his own business-a restaurant. He just looks like he’s got his shit together. But not with, like,  a stick-up-his-ass kinda way. Not pompous, you know?”“Yes, I get that. So, now what?”There’s silence. And neither of you try to fill it. Not for a while. She knows you’re thinking it over. Geena knows you.You know her too. Because then she’s breaking the silence, the tension, as she always does. With humor.  “If you think I would be okay with sucking dilf cock. I totally would allow it. I think a fat cock will knock your mind off Hoseok.You laugh at this. “That sounds reasonable.”“But seriously. Just tell this dilf you want to suck his dick. Your odds are fifty-fifty at this point.”You’re grinning. Feeling good that you have a friend who holds no judgment. Lets you, be you. If she liked women, you’d probably shoot your shot with Geena. That’s what you were looking for in a partner. Somebody that accepted all of you, wasn’t trying to change you, just in your life to prop you up, support you.“Great, I'm glad we’ve had this conversation. Now you’ll suck that dilfy cock before you decide about getting back with the know-it-all dick,” she giggles.“Now let’s get back to our actual work that pays more than your dick sucking skills.”“Oh my god, you’re such a bitch,” you huff as you land back onto your couch and reach for your laptop. “You still love me. Bitch and all,” she states honestly. And it’s true you loved her greatly.And you did suck Taehyung’s dick. It wasn’t like you to do something so sleazy – giving head in a very public area in the middle of the day. But when you saw him walk by you couldn’t help but call out to him.Besides, he was practically wearing the same outfit you first saw him in while he played with the kids in the same damn space you were standing. The same outfit you pictured pleasing him in.Prior to this your exchanges were brief, filled with this palpable tension. You were attracted to him, but you couldn't really pinpoint if he thought you were attractive.That’s until you had caught him watching you while you were cleaning one day. You were sweeping the floor and listening to music, getting lost in the rhythm as you went about tidying your place. But then you felt like eyes were on you. You turned to your open window to find him there. Eyes dark and smoky. And on you. On your ass in particular.When his eyes dragged up to meet yours and his face filled with color before he nodded and waved at you before going on his way.And since you first spoke to him at the neighborhood block party, every interaction sat on the cusp of flirty.The looks he gave you bordelined on the side of salaciousness. His stare always moved down your body when he spoke to you. But his words were polite and carefully said, staying on the side of respect.Then one day, he asked you if you lived in your condo alone. That question? It let you know that maybe he was just as curious about you as you were of him.And so when he began to banter with you in the common space, both of you admitting that you were watching each other you couldn’t help but want to kiss him. All the signs were pointing to that he would like that. Maybe he was just a little too shy. Maybe you needed to take the initiative.  It wasn’t something you were used to - taking initiative. But you felt a need to do it then.Taehyung always seemed a little flustered when you came around. His lips parted a bit as you pressed yours against them and a small sigh puffed over your face. Yet when you pulled away, his face looked nothing less than dazed. Puzzled. Then as you were in the middle of apologizing, thinking you took his signals incorrectly, Taehyung pulled you in and kissed you deeply. You barely had any time to take a breath before his tongue was roving into your mouth and a groan rumbled from his chest. But then. Then you felt his dick pressing against your body. And it felt so hard. So mouth-wateringly thick. It didn’t take long to cup his fat dick and ask him if you could help him out. You haven’t had a boy, let alone a man get hard from kissing since you were a teenager. And honestly, you’ve been eyeing his length for weeks. Pleasuring yourself on the prospect of having his cock on your tongue.Curious about his expressions if and when you had this cock on your tongue. And once you had him in your mouth, you couldn’t stop. Even when his daughter, his princess edged closer to the lewd scene the two of you presented in the open space. Yet even after he finished and spilled down your throat, you were happy for the interruption. You needed the distance. Because what did you just do? What would he think of you now? Now that you were almost a perfect stranger that swallowed his dick down and lived right across the way from him. Taehyung letting you suck his dick doesn’t mean he’s interested. All it revealed was that you were a hoe for him.  And you were right? Just for him, you realized as you made your way back to your place.

〰 THE CUTE BUT NOT SO MEET CUTE〰

[SONG SUGGESTION: Louise by Camille Jensen]
“I’ll take vodka and soda, please.”“Oh and with a lime,” you continued as you settled into the hotel barstool and fished out your phone. You were giddy to finally get some time to sit by yourself. You had been in conference rooms all day, attending lectures and workshops. Some of them are informative and some you’re sure killed dozens of brain cells. But one thing was sure, your brain was overloaded on socializing and information. And your feet were fucking trying to murder you. You really needed to stop stuffing your feet in uncomfortable shoes. Fuck the patriarchy.It's way past typical dinner time. It’s only thirty minutes until the place shuts down  and you’re hellbent at eating at the bar counter. You didn’t want to bother with a table. And besides most of them were crowded with already seen faces from the workshops. Being at the bar meant you could enjoy eating and drinking alone while still being surrounded by the buzz of others socializing.  “Fuck me,” you hear from your left as whirl of pink flops into a seat next to you. The sweet smell of roses fills your nostrils. It’s delicate and sweet.And you tee-hee, “I double that,” you reply with a smirk right before you thank the bartender who has placed your much needed drink in front of your form.“I’m so sorry,” a light melodic voice whispers. “That was louder than I meant it to be.” You turn to the body and are instantly greeted with warm eyes, round cheeks and a pretty smile. She looks a tiny bit flustered. It paints her features beautifully, delicately. Then you notice the gold badge on her suit jacket lapel.Kim Sunmi, Regional Food and Beverage Director.The emblem of the hotel was stamped into the right hand corner, a small gold plant with four leaves.“It’s okay. We’re adults. Foul language happens,” you shrug. “True. But still was a bit unprofessional. The day has been…interesting to say the least,” she grins then nods to the bartender who then comes by with a bottle of water.“Yeah? There’s a lot of assholes staying here. I can imagine. And most of them are men.” Sunmi chuckles at your statement.You don’t always make small talk with strangers in a bar. But it’s true, you’ve been surrounded by mainly men all day, the ones with you in the conference rooms, Hoseok’s text messages and the thoughts of sucking your hot ass neighbor’s thick cock. You wish you could gobble that dick again. Maybe let that dilf actually fuck you. But hell you had to leave for a work conference. You didn’t have Taehyung’s phone number. And honestly…was that best way to follow up with sucking a total stranger's dick?Okay, so your neighbor wasn’t that much of a stranger. You figured out he usually had Sundays and Mondays off. That’s when you saw him doing laundry for the most part. Unless he had his kids then he did it twice a week. You’re pretty sure Fridays are when he picks them up. There’s always more noise coming from his walls.Yet you’ve never even had a full conversation with the man and you’re all on your knees for him in minutes because he’s confessing he has seen you sweeping in your underwear. And you kissed him. Kissed him fucking hard. He accepted it though, lips soft and supple.“Men are usually assholes,” she agrees, breaking you out of your thoughts and back into the moment. Yes, it was nice to have a different kind of company right now. “Ugh, yeah,” you huff as your phone lights up with Hoseok’s text. He’s staying at the hotel too, blowing up your phone. Seeing if you want to meet for dinner. You didn’t. Not today. That’s why you’re here.“One of the assholes in this hotel is my kinda-ex-fiance,” you sigh as you take a sip of your drink.“Oh, I see,” she hums, almost like she fully understands what you mean.
[Song suggestion: Anne by Santigold]
You look over and take in her hands. There’s a shiny ring there, but no wedding band. It’s like she’s reading your mind. “Not married. Not anymore. Engaged now.  But I have an…ex that’s a bit of an…” she trails off and waves her fingers in the air knowingly.“You know,” she murmurs as she presses her lips to the water bottle again, takes a small sip and nods.It’s quiet then, this woman, Sunmi, doesn’t move away. She just sits there as she sips her drink with grace.“Well my ex-asshole wants to meet up,” you huff as your phone rattles again. She glances toward it, nods. “Can I ask a question?” You nod in return. “Do you want to?”“I don’t know. We had this, like, “final” goodbye situation a few weeks ago. And now he’s bugging me about ways to reconcile. Like suddenly being close to my pussy after a few months made him remember what I had to offer." You finish your drink and she quietly asks you if you would like another. You sulk and say you do. Soon enough Sunmi’s motioning to the bartender. And asking for two, “But make one a gin and tonic,” she adds before the young man goes about his business.“I’m not on the clock anymore,” Sunmi announces out loud as she begins to take off the tag stuck in her soft looking blouse. “Been off for hours…but sometimes I like to linger when visiting a location. Remind them who I am.” Her shapely eyebrows waggle as she takes the pin and stuffs it into one of her pockets.Oh she’s radiating boss bitch energy, you like it. Nothing else is said as the drinks are placed down gingerly, the bartender providing a warm grin. “It’s funny. I was you, ex-asshole after the final goodbye with my husband,” she begins halfway through her drink. “I asked for another chance after we had sex. And you're right, the intimacy reminded me of better times."She pauses and takes a long gulp of her drink, "He obviously said, no.”She says with a laugh that borders on anger and disbelief. She shakes her head and turns to look at you. “And how do you feel about it now?”She shrugs and picks up her phone. “I’m glad he said no. I was just lonely…scared. Hadn’t been alone in a long time.” Her phone unlocks and three kids you're sure you've seen before. The dilfs little monsters.Sunmi…she couldn’t be…could she??“I think my moment of weakness was about being lonely as well. He is a comfortable place for me. And I was weak and horny at least that's what I'd like to think.” You don’t know why but you unlock your phone and show a picture of Hobi to her.“Oh, he’s so cute. I can understand your moment of weakness.” she smiles as she hands your phone back to you. “Oh c’mon. I bet your ex is hot. I mean,” you pause and look her over. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”She’s giggling now. "You’re sweet…my ex is hot. And he's massive,” her hands create a generous length and it seemed right on par with the dilf’s dick.She’s swiping into her phone and then pressing the phone to your hand. It’s fucking dilfy Taehyung alright and you never seen him like this, if you had you probably would’ve sucked his dick sooner.He’s leaning back on a pool chair, skin speckled with droplets of water, buttery and glistening. His hair is messy and tangled. He’s giving a playful smirk to the camera. Cheeks flushed. Eyes squinty but sparkling. One arm is folded under his head, making his bare chest swell more toward the camera.You bite back a moan that bubbles up in your throat. Thoughts of him looking down at you as you gobbled on his dick whirring through your head. Feeling bad that you haven’t seen him naked, yet.
What the fuck are you doing?
You are sitting by and talking to a woman who was married to a man who is practically a stranger, yet you happily sucked his dick days ago because he gave you some attention. And she has no idea you’ve tasted his cum. Seen her children. Brought them donuts. Knows the nicknames Taehyung has for each of them and collectively.What the hell? What do you do? Do you admit this to her? Is it her fucking business?You think the fuck not. Best to keep your mouth shut. There’s no way of knowing if you will get that dick again. But you were fucking hoping for it.“He’s hot. And he looks familiar,” you share, providing a smile and handing her phone back.“Yeah? Do you live near Y/T,” Sunmi sighs as she looks up at you.“I do,” you take a sip of your drink and swallow it roughly. It burns. “Yeah, Kim Taehyung. He owns this popular restaurant named Ella’s. I see his face in all the shit in local food publications. It’s a bit annoying.” “Do you still have feelings for him?” you ask in the most innocent voice you can muster.“Oh god no. Not like that. Not anymore. We’ve both moved on. I’m dating someone.” There’s a soft smile on her lips, her eyes on her phone and on that is a photo of three children on her lock screen.“Those your kids?”You have never ever in life pried as much as you’re prying into Sunmi. But Taehyung had been on your mind. And the fact that the universe has you meeting tonight feels kismet. And the questions roll off your tongue so effortlessly that you try now to fight it. Think that if you did, she would become wary of your questions.“Yes, those are my three. Chet, Nat and Ella,” she states pointing to them. “They’re adorable,” you coo, taking in their smiles. “They are a handful, but they’re mine. And I love them.” “Do you have any kids?” “Oh fuck no.” you say it too quickly and soon you’re backpedaling. “Just not in any headspace to think of that right now.”“I get it. How long since you and your ex broke up?” she asks.“About six months ago.”“Have you been dating?" She asks as she picks up a cashew that was brought over minutes ago by the bartender.“I mean…there’s been…situations,” you mull over loudly. “Situations?” She giggles, raising up an eyebrow. “Penises.” you state with a giggle in return. Sunmi bends closer to you and hums. “Can I offer a bit of advice? You can take or leave it.” She pauses and you nod at her. “Please, offer away.”“You can’t return to the past. You can look back, but you can’t alway get back to where you once were. You can read a chapter in a book over and over again and everything will still be the same. Think of penises like that, like the past and a book you already read.”She stops and leans back. “I personally can’t wait for Taehyung to find someone who makes him happy. He’s a good guy, great father, but just a shitty husband..well at least for me,” she murmurs as she drinks the rest of her gin.“And I’ve met a great man. And I hope that Taehyung meets a great woman.”The conversation dwindles after that, Sunmi putting most of your drinks on her tab and you thank her greatly. And when she walks away you feel good about Taehyung and even less sure about Hoseok. 
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〰 YOU’RE SCREWED〰

[Song Suggestion: Change Your Mind by CASTLEBEAT]
Maybe moving forward is the only way to go? And Taehyung presents an opportunity to do so when he knocks on your door a day after you get back from your conference. He looked so cute standing on your doormat with your package in his hand.He’s wearing flannel pants and a baggy brown shirt. He looks like a soft baby bear and his cheeks are round and hair all over his forehead . He’s clean shaven, all smooth and smelling like soap.Taehyung asked you if you went anywhere fun. And you tell him it’s for work. You hadn’t seen him since your lips were wrapped around his dick. And both of you are acting like it didn’t happen. But it did. You remember how it felt when his dick spluttered its seed in your mouth. And how he grunted and shook as you sucked at his leaking dick.You thought he may make a face and chide you. But he’s asking to make you a decent dinner. The two of you fucking only minutes after the food has settled in your stomach after he gave you a fucking foot rub. He came fast at first. Okay. That’s not that new. Your pussy is good. Or so you’ve been told. But the man had the audacity to fuck it up to you.  Waking you up with Taehyung’s tongue on you, licking at you and moving like a pussy eating expert while you couldn’t even see. Buried under your sheets and delivering a tongue that felt like it was unfurled by the devil himself. Breath hot and steamy on your cunt as that fat, wet muscle roamed and drove your pussy like it new all the landscapes and he didn’t need a fucking map to get you there. To make you cum easily. Then added those fingers. Those long, dexterous digits that drilled precisely and relentlessly. And you got overwhelmed. Need to see Taehyung at work. See him as he ate your pussy like it was his profession.Peeling back the sheets only made matters worse. His dark orbs slide from your cunt to your eyes as he begins to rub your g-spot and you're instantly trembling. His eyes are hungry and you see him hone in on you. You came then, when his eyes glossed over like he was in fucking heaven between your thighs. Like there was nowhere else he’d rather be.But that changed when he was flipping you and fucking you good. His level of skill was an advancement of his tongue work.  Has was rough and yet so fucking soft. And the combination was discombobulating. Taehyung’s cock pounding in you, but his words were soft. Didn’t even let you call him daddy even though he was owning your weeping cunt. You didn’t know if you should melt or explode. Body and mind again colliding. Just like it did with Hoseok. A thank you letter to everything that was good in this world, was uttered into the air with a moan when you clenched around him. Feeling Taehyung’s hand smooth over the expanse of your ass and then slid up to your back. Spilling into the rubber. And for a moment you regretted that you didn’t actually feel it.That was enough for you. You knew you had to get that dick any chance you got. The of two were soon fucking almost every day when your schedules allowed, calling him after a long day, or him stopping by when he didn’t have his kids. He had told you. He had his kids.Yet, one night, you couldn’t help but reach out to him. The need to see him and feel him was overwhelming.Tae: I wish I could pop over (right into that tight pussy) but Nat peed the bed so I’m doing laundry. You: I’ll be right there. I just opened a bottle of wine.Tae: Perfect
[Song Suggestion: I Think I Like When It Rains by WILLIS]
It was raining. But you didn’t care. You ran there, not even thinking about grabbing an umbrella. Fuck the umbrella. although doing your best not to get soaked. And when you got to the shared laundry facility, you watched Taehyung as he stood next to a folding table filled with clothes. Could hear the tumbling and clunking of the machines. He was biting the nail on his thumb as he scrolled through his phone. He’s wearing a red shirt and white linen pants. Glasses still sit on the bridge of his nose and his hair is all over his head. Like he’s been running his hands through the strands messily for hours today.The moment you walk into the already opened door, Taehyung’s dropping the phone onto the pile of clothes, eyes instantly on you before his lips smack together as his head waddles from side to side.  Your vision blurs for a moment. There’s fluorescent lights overhead, moths are fluttering around them and the lights blink erratically. It’s eerie. Just a bit. But every step you take closer to him the safer you feel.“Hey,” he says as you get closer and force a plastic cup into his hand, pouring a generous amount of the wine in the bottle into it.“Fuck, are you trying to get me drunk?” Taehyung asks as he surveys the drink and then cocks an eyebrow at you. His tongue sweeps along his bottom lip and it distracts you. Makes you think about his wet muscle slipping between your folds.“Trying to take advantage of me?” he hums, as he takes a sip of the wine. A drop lands on his lip and he’s quickly swiping it away, eyes ghosting down your form as he sucks on the tip of his thumb.You scoff and find yourself pulling a two-step stool to a jiggly washing machine so you can climb on top of it. “Pffft, you wish.” He smirks at you before he’s nodding his head and turning back to the pile of clothes straggled on top of a folding table before him.“Maybe,” he huffs as he picks up a small pair of jeans and begins to fold them. “I just thought that maybe you could use a drink after having to do laundry, this late at night.”Taehyung’s head swivels and regards you over his shoulder. “That was nice of you. And yes, I appreciate the drink.” He picks up his cup and lifts it toward you before taking another sip.He goes about folding some more, neither of you talking. But you watch him. Watch him be meticulous in his folding. The care of every movement is noticeable. And his shoulders are laxed, like the chore wasn’t a big deal to him.“Do you like doing laundry?”Taehyung turns to you fully then. His chubby ass settling on the edge of the table, arms folding over his broad chest before he’s shrugging his shoulders. Why the fuck does he look so good? It’s well past midnight. You should be asleep. You’ve got a busy work day approaching, but here you are staring at the man you’ve been craving all day. And the jostling motion of the machine underneath you does nothing to drown the heat building between your legs.And he looks tantalizing. “Absolutely not. Well, not since I had kids. They make so many clothes dirty. Like three outfit changes a day. At least,” he chuckles as he picks up his cup and places it to his mouth again. And you almost missed it when you finally blinked.But you didn’t. Didn’t miss the way his eyes dragged over your body. You’re just wearing shorts and a blue tee. Nothing fancy. Even though you knew you were on the way to see the sexy dilf. You chose to keep on your comfy clothes.“Are those mine?” He points to the fabric barely covering your legs.It’s true. They’re his. You borrowed them after sleeping with him after an association meeting. They were comfy. And truthfully, they reminded you of him.“You have a pair of mine. It’s only fair.” You shrug your shoulders, but then you can’t stop dragging your eyes down his form and spreading your legs.
[Song suggestion: Hurricane by Cannons] 
“Everything okay?” Taehyung asks, forcing you to drag your gaze from the bulge between his legs to his eyes.  His voice is deeper. It’s changed. And his eyes are lasering in on you. There’s a roll of thunder and it prompts you to speak up.“Yeah. I’m fine. Why do you ask,” you gulp, forcing your eyes from him to look at the moths fluttering around the flickering lights above.Suddenly he’s taking a step toward you and your eyes flicker back to him. “I dunno, you were looking at me…strangely.”“You are a bit strange. Aren’t you?” “I mean…maybe,” Taehyung tosses back coolly as he takes another slow step from you, placing him only a few more steps close to you.“Tell me how strange I am.”He’s between your legs now, palms hot on your thighs. Looking up at you as he straddles the step stool that assisted your mount of the washing machine.“Panties.”He groans and lifts his head so that his dark eyes meet yours. “Yeah, that’s strange? Didn't you gift me a new pair? A heavier scented pair?” Taehyung cocks his eyebrow and licks his lips as he moves to take a step back, but your hand is instantly reaching and then gripping his wrist, asking him silently to not move away.“I did give you a replacement. And for the record, I never said strange was a bad thing,” you hum as you pull his hand to your mouth and plant a soft kiss to the meat of his palm.“I love the new pair. It's my new favorite possession. Thank you,” he sighs as his hand cups your chin. He moves in closer, so close that his lips are coasting along yours. “You’re strange too.”You guffaw at that and pull back, his hand sliding off your skin. You weren’t expecting that.“Strange, how?”He chuckles as he places his palm to your cheek again. His eyes are smoky with amusement. “I mean, we barely had a full conversation before you were swallowing my dick down your throat… right, outside, this door, here.” He enunciates as his chin juts to the open laundry door.“In the middle of the day…” he adds as his eyes meet yours again, and you see the fire in them burn deeper. “You loved it.”“I did. Jerk off to the memory all the time.”You pause as he draws nearer, the heat of him simmering between your thighs.“Wanted to do more to you that day,” he husks right before his pouty soft lips meet yours. And you groan as the speed of the washing machine has your ass wiggling, creating a wonderful sensation in your core. A slow roll of a thunk.He pulls away from you and regards you silently after the sound of your small moan meets his ears.“What did you want to do? If you could,” you muster up as your arms come to rest on his shoulders, fingers fiddling with the hair on the back of his neck.A smirk lines his lips again and stays there. “Could show you…” he begins before his tongue is lapping at your lips, teeth nibbling on them as if gauging your reaction.“Now.”And when his hands land under your breasts, you can’t help but wrap your legs around his torso, linking your ankles tightly around his tapered waist. You couldn't help it, you just want his warmth closer. Want the weight of his body pressing against you. And it feels delicious, his body, it’s weighty and also rocking with the movement of the machine.“Show me,” you mutter out before he’s diving his tongue inside your mouth, preventing you from saying more, almost like he knew you would agree to his offer.He kisses you heatedly for a moment or two before he pulls away again and buries his head between your breasts. He exhales loudly. “Fuck. Been thinking about you all day, Y/N. But that's nothing new lately.”His fingers are at the hem of your shirt and you don’t say a thing when he tugs it up, pulling it up to your lips and you bite down on it. Your breasts are exactly at his eye line and he looks at them intently before his hands are sliding up and cupping them, taking his time to buff his tongue over and under your nipples, his thumb swiping over the one that isn’t in his mouth.“Fuck, you always taste so good,” he huffs as he squeezes your soft curves together and then buries himself inbetween the space. Inhaling deeply and then groaning between them as his hot, sweet breath spreads against the skin.“Your breasts are perfect, darling.”Your hands reach up to the crown of his head and tug at the strands there. “Is that all you wanted to do after I sucked your dick? That seems a bit lackluster.”Your shirt falls on top of him as you speak. And his head pops up from between your  globes and his eyes harden before a small snarl releases from between clenched teeth."You really are something...” He huffs as his hands grab your waist and tug you off the vibrating machine. Your toes are meeting the top step of the stool easily. “So I’ve been told,” you tease as his fingers grip the waistband of your shorts and slips them down so one leg is freed. “These are mine. I know them well,” Taehyung announces, twisting them around a few times before he's prompting you to lift your foot so he can slip them back up. They tighten your legs together. "You weren't wearing shorts that day, so I'm improvising." He continues as he takes in the confusion on your face as he kisses your cheek and then the soft spot under your ear.“I’m about to show you something,” he says matter-of-factly as he scoots back to look unabashedly at your puffy pussy. “Turn around,” Taehyung commands, hands on your waist to maneuver you before you can make any attempt to do as he requested."Impatient.""You have no fucking idea," he murmurs before you feel the comfort and solidness of his body leave your form. Turning your head to see where and what he's doing, you take in him sticking his head out of the door and peeking out. He closes the door and then he swipes an article of clothing from the folding table. 
[Song Suggestion: Unwind by Tim Atlas]
"Are we really about to have sex here?"Taehyung's eyes narrow and his eyes ogle your ass then slides down your legs. He shakes his head slightly and he bares his teeth a bit before they bite at a corner of his lip."Sex? No…" He laughs as he gets closer, dark eyes scorching into yours."But I really wanna fuck you. Right here. Right now."His lips are on yours again, your neck strains as your mouth attempts to keep up with his fever motions. One of his hands has slid between your thighs, palm pressing right against your already sticky center.This isn’t you. You’re not one to have sex in public spaces, but something about Taehyung made you do things you never thought you would do, taking any and every opportunity to have him, if he allowed it.“This is what I wanted. You spread open for me. Wanted to return the favor. Get your taste, your honey, all over my tongue,” Taehyung rushes out quickly,  like his brain was finally glad to reveal its dirty thoughts as he breaks the kiss.His other hand had worked around you and placed the fabric he picked up from the table moments prior. Taehyung then lifts your knees up on top, spreading them, making you present open and wide to him. Your face is flushed. Anyone could open the door and see your most intimate bits. And you thought he may move quickly, but he doesn’t. Only places his large hands on the mounds of your ass, only to pull them apart.“Wanted to taste you that day. Had been thinking about how you taste for weeks before you sucked me that day.” Every word he just said is whispered closely, wisps of his breath tickling your folds. And you’re pretty sure Taehyung was having that conversation just with your pussy. You were just a fly on the wall.You look down and see his head laying back on the washing machine. He had to be sitting on that goddamn stool. But you forget about the mechanics of it when his thumbs press against your now swollen and wet lips and you can feel them throb under his actions. You moan when the tip of his tongue prods at your clit, his nose nudges at the hood. And you are suddenly scrambling to grasp the edge of the washing machine because now the machine is thumping slow and easy but it’s threatening to buck you off its surface. Once you brace yourself, Taehyung’s tongue goes straight to work, pushing at your taint before slithering back up, lips suctioning not just on your clit but your folds too. He presses his plump lips around your juicy ones, causing them to rub together deliciously.And you can’t help but whisper his name. He must’ve liked that because he’s slapping one cheek and then another like he’s applauding. But he won't let go of your pussy. Those sinful lips are still squeezing you together but now his tongue is flicking between your folds and curling against your nub.When he finally pops off, you realize you were not breathing. Were holding your breath as you whine as his flexible tongue fucks you. But Taehyung is not done.And it looks like he just needed a minute to catch his breath too because two of his fingers are sliding into you.Looking down again, you can only see his messy hair and it makes you antsy. You want to touch him with your fingertips. But your hands are keeping you in place. Your arms are beginning to ache with how tight you were holding onto the bucking sides. “Please fuck me.”You blanch at the sound of your voice. It sounded so fucking needy. Is that true? Were you needy for Taehyung? He chuckles and then you feel the flat of his tongue lap languidly at your clit, moving it up and down and his fingers slither into you achingly slow. “Tae…”His long fingers adjust inside you and suddenly your walls are throbbing intensely under his ministrations.  “Oh God,” you sob when his tongue slips down to your weeping entrance and the tip prods at the top tissue.Taehyung’s movements come to a halt and his fingers leave your pussy. Your knees are trembling now, but you’re confused if it’s from the machine or from him.You barely get the opportunity to glance down and no longer see his hair before strong hands are pulling your legs down, toes barely touching the top step of the stool, tummy pressed flat on the machine, ass up.“Wanna hear my name on those lips. No one else’s.” You barely catch his voice over the washing machine. It’s picking up speed. It was a lazy ka-thunk, but now it was beginning to shake and rattle and roll.Spin cycle.Peering over your shoulder, you see him rolling on a condom. “Are you always this prepared?” a smile lacing your lips. He looks up at you as he slides it down his thick girth.And thick is right. Taehyung’s dick was so fucking beautiful. You would never describe dick as that word but it was. Beautiful.It was a nice generous length too. And it was swathed in a ropey vein that was wider than your pinky finger that you could feel it even with a condom, your mouth watered at the possibility of feeling it without one.“With you lurking around…I try to be,” he answers as his hand on your waist bunches your shirt and slides it up. Then soon enough he’s cramming into your space, teeth nibbling on the skin of your back as you feel the crown of his cock nudging against your entrance.Taehyung is still moving unhurriedly. Like he had all the time in the world for this.The tip is stretching you out. Your walls are already trying to fight him, but he’s persistent with his hips. And he’s in. Just the crown and goddamn it’s only the beginning of his dick, but it feels so good. And now that the machine is lurching faster in its movement you can already feel pleasure shooting down your spine. Taehyung isn’t thrusting but his dick  is still wiggling inside and you can hear him grunt as a hand lands on the top of the surface.“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so goddamn tight. How is that possible?” He growls before he’s inching in deeper, letting the wiggle of the machine help his dick storm your walls. You’re moaning, but you don’t care. In your head you reason that the machines coupled with the rainstorm outside is preventing sounds from leaking outside the building. You can barely hear Taehyung. All you can do is feel him as he settles all the way in you, throbbing and big. Nowhere for it to go but press into the tissue that lines your ass because your stomach is flat on the device. The pressure feels so fucking yummy.As the pace of the washer picks up its pace, Taehyung stays slow at first. Stroking a few times before leaning away from you and placing both hands onto the middle of your back. Pressing you down into the machine as his plunging begins to match the speed of the appliance. The thrusts are quick and short. But deep. His dick skidding repeatedly against the soft pillowy spot within you, causing you to squirm against his movements. His hips are hard and relentless. And your clit is humming as the washer and Taehyung's motions jostle your mound."Fuck, that's right," Taehyung’s gruff voice says close your ear before his mouth is sucking on your neck."Cum all over my dick. Don't worry I'll clean it up."His teeth bite into your lobe just as he pushes harder into you and your body does what Taehyung envisions. It cums.Your pussy lips are clamping down on him as you feel your juices flood him. You know you're making some kind of noise from your throat but all you can hear is the rushing of blood filling your ears.
Goddamn, this dilf can fuck. No wonder he has three kids.
Your pussy barely unclenches his dick before he's pulling it out of you with a pop.Shaky arms support you as you prepare to slide off the machine. But before you could, your knees are being pushed right back onto it. Back to the starting position.Wide and open. Taehyung's fat wet tongue pressed right against your wetter and messier core. And he's sucking and licking every crease and fold between your legs, making you writhe and grind on him.His tongue is lapping at your clit eagerly and you cum again. Taehyung is moaning, you think he is because you can feel the vibrations of his lips against you, not just prolonging your orgasm but making it spike to a level that has your nails scratching into the metal and back arching painfully as you make Taehyung's face your seat.
Meeee-eeeehhhhhh.
The washer let's out a low and mournful buzz as the rocking motions begin to slow underneath you before it comes to a stop.The canny sound jolts your brain back to earth, all of your other senses returning through a thick haze.Your legs and arms feel like jello even though they ache with how tight the muscles were pulled every time you came. And Taehyung is still buried between your thighs, hands gripping your asscheeks hard as his mouth moves lazily around your pussy, avoiding your clit completely, which you were grateful for. Your clit is still shooting electric sensations through your system.You adjust your hips and Taehyung is taking a large inhale as you remove your cunt from his face. His hair tickles you as he slides away and you can't help but slump down fully on the machine.Taehyung's lips are ghosting the skin on the back of your thighs but when he goes to speak his voice is thick with lust and desire."That's what I wanted to do to you after you sucked my dick."His hands slide up your legs and curve over the top of your ass. Rub it affectionately, like he's trying to loosen the muscles."Wanted to eat you up…that day. And then swallow you whole." Taehyung says as you turn to him and witness him tugging of the condom.“Did you cum?”“No,” he shrugs and licks his lips as he looks up at you as he ties the condom up. “Just wanted to please you.”He tosses the condom into a trashbin as you allow your feet to fully plant on the stepstool. “Besides,” he begins, ruffling his hand through his hair and looking at all the laundry laying on the forgotten table.“I’ve got laundry to fold.”He rushes to you quickly and gives you a quick peck on the lips before he’s saddling up to the table and picking up a tiny, bright pink shirt.“I’ll help you.”You fix your clothes and then step off the stool to stand beside him. And you don’t miss the way his mouth curves into a smile as your shoulder brushes his. 
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〰 THE WAR ROOM〰

[Song Suggestion: Where Do We Go by Solange]
“So why did you call us for an emergency bitch session? Is this about Hoseok?” Denise is picking up her teacup and placing it to her lips, breath fanning over the top of the liquid, wisps of steam fluttering toward you.“Not about Hoseok,” you sigh as you pick up a piece of sweet bread and tear a small part to place in your mouth. Even though your mouth is moving, you have a need for something sweet."The only time you call emergency meetings is to talk about Hoseok,” Geena chides as she places her phone on the table. “Denise calls them about her family. I call them to bitch about work. What’s going on?” she further questions as she folds her arms on the table and leans toward you.You’re seated in a cute cafe that is about a five minute walk from your condo. It's small and intimate yet quirky. Coffees and teas are served in mix-matched china and green plants are tucked in corners of the building. You liked it. It was charming and the pastries were luscious.But the real reason you insisted on gathering at the cafe and not your place is because you were anxious that Taehyung would hit you up.And you were avoiding him. For a reason.“Remember hot dilf?”“Yeah,” they mutter in unison, their eyes fixed on you.“I’ve been fucking him.”They erupt in squeals, claps and other noises of disbelief before an onslaught of questions are thrown at you.“For how long?”“Is it good?”“How big is the dick? It's big right?”Your fingers rub at your eyes as you take a breath to help organize your thoughts. You knew they were going to slam you with questions. You just didn’t know it was going to be as soon as you confessed your sins. You thought they would at least let you explain.“A few weeks. So fucking good. MASSIVE, yes.” you answer in sequential order. They gasp at your reveals.“But he has kids?” Denise leans in further, finally placing her cup back on the wooden table.“Yeah I’m pretty sure that’s a requirement to be a DILF,” you snark out.Denise rolls her eyes at you. “I’m just saying you don’t want kids.”Geena’s talking fast. “Look she’s just said she’s fucking the dad, not marrying him, hoe.” Your two best friends are staring each other down. “I’m not the hoe. Y/N’s the hoe. She let Hobi fuck her with his finger and now she’s dicking down a father of…” Denise pauses and looks at you for an answer."First of all, what’s with the hoe shaming? What's wrong with being a hoe? And honestly, we as women are better than that,” you announce and receive Denise’s strong eye roll in return."Second, he has three really cute kids, which he is awesome with,” you hesitate and stuff another piece of  bread into your mouth. “And third, I went out with him on a date a few nights ago.” You say it fast and know that you chewed up half the words around the pastry in your mouth.They both just stare at you. “Excuse the fuck out me?” Geena screeches.“Shh, fuck,” you hiss at her as your hand slides across your forehead to shield your eyes from stares you may be garnering from the other diners.“You went out on a date and been fucking a dilf for weeks and this is the first time we are hearing about it?” She huffs.“Listen, I wanted to tell you both, but in person because you both gave me so much shit when I told you about hooking up with Hobi again,” you half whine out. “I was not intentionally keeping it from you…”“You were processing,” Denise nods at you.You exhale in relief. Yes, that’s why they’re your best friends. They know you. They know when you need space, moments to be on your own. Never taking it as offense, just accepting what made you, you.“Yes, and now I need-”“Our perspective,” Geena grins, her nose wrinkling cutely as she takes a sip from her straw.“Yes.”And so then you’re speaking quickly and telling them about the sex. About giving Taehyung head in the common area, about hanging with his kids and then the date. They didn’t stay quiet. They did what you needed them to do. Give you their perspective. “So what? You're just offering head to any good looking guy that talks to you in that common area?”“Oh, he sounds so cute with his kids. Nothing hotter than a guy that handles responsibility well, has his shit together."“Obviously Y/N loves to have sex in public. Will put it in the mental file I have in my head, FOREVEA,” Geena teases.And you usually laugh, but you can’t. Because although you loved the sex you were a bit embarassed by it. In the moment, when you were on top of him and the way he was looking like you held the stars in your eyes made you forget where you were. All you could focus on was him. How he was making you feel. And it was crazy because he made you feel like you were the center of his everything. That he revolved around you.“I’m sorry,” Geena says quickly as she notices you not giggling. “I’m not judging you. It’s just something new I've learned about you. Or-”You’re cutting her off. “I mean yeah I get it. It’s fine.” You shoo her away and take a sip of your latte.“Tell us what you’re feeling Y/N. Tell us why you called us all here. We know it’s not just to tell us about your great dicking down and fluffy dilf date."And it’s true. You didn’t call them to just brag about the great dick that was adding a bounce to your step. Making you wonder what was next. Because if you were honest with yourself, that’s what it felt like when you were just hanging out with Taehyung. But then he took you on that date and it wasn’t just a date. You’ve been on those. Hoseok took you on a date after you slept together.  Took you to dinner at a fancy restaurant, ordered an expensive bottle of wine as he asked you about your family and your upbringing. Shared his info which painted a broader picture of him. And it was nice. Lovely.But the date with Taehyung felt different. It didn’t feel like a first date. It felt like your tenth one. You felt so comfortable with him. The interactions felt effortless like all the interactions you had with him. It couldn’t be just the sex…could it?Ever since your eyes connected with his you felt something. It felt raw. It felt powerful and magnetic. Like there was a hidden string that tied you to him. And it felt fucking weird to think about. And maybe if he was just a single guy with only the baggage of his parent’s fuck ups you wouldn’t be so worried. He was single. That much was true. But he came with a whole slew of baggage, an ex-wife, which you met. You did not want to share that with your friends. Not yet.And Taehyung also had three young  children. Beautiful children. But nonetheless children. You were typically not into kids. But his brood? You were taken with them. They were little pieces of him moving around this world - cute and mindful andf funny.You enjoyedf seeing him with them. Watching their interactions. How attentive he was with them. Reminded you of how focused he was when he was between your legs, plowing his dick in you.The man seems too good to be true. But you were scared. What does a relationship with a man who has children and an ex-wife look like? How much drama does that come with?And it fucking did not help when Hoseok asked if the two of you could grab lunch the next day. You hesitated. But things had been weird ever since he made you cum in your office. You thought it was just to breeze things over, clear the air.That did not happen.Instead, Hoseok took his hand in yours and looked you in your eyes as he pleaded his case for the two of you to work again on your relationship. That he would put in the work to fix the things that were part of the reason you broke up with him in the first place. Told you he took you for granted but that he loves you more than any air he breathes. And when you told him you would think about it. Because that was you. Someone emotes on you and you need the time to process because half the time you don’t know what you are feeling. Everything seemed blurred and scary.You felt like you were in a boat and the waves are rolling in as the storm encroaches closer. Do you choose to explore new unchartered territories, push forward or do you decide to abandon the journey and return to familiar lands?It felt too heavy to carry and you sat with your friends and covered every detail of the land, mapping it out. And they listened to you as you rattled through your thoughts. For you the choice was clear.  
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〰 THE CURRENT SITUATION 〰

[Song suggestion: Alone by Doja cat]
Your fingers are beginning to prune and the water only has a hint of warmth remaining. You lost track of time as your brain tripped over the moments that had occurred over the last few months.And now that you sat with those memories, you weren’t really feeling any better than when you first got in the bathtub.Yeah, your muscles in your shoulders feel looser, but your teeth are still clenching together. The last few months have dug so much up to the surface and have made you question all you wanted in life. Question things you were so sure about six months ago.Right before you got into the bathtub, you were sitting on the floor in Hoseok’s closet. Could hear his snores and then hear him shuffle. Quickly you gathered the photos you were staring at, stacking the one from New Year’s of last year where you looked miserable on top. The smile on your face is tight and Hoseok is looking at you from the corner of his eye. Watching you. Gauging you. Not in the moment, just observing you and your actions. He came to check on you. He stood in the doorway of the closet as you were putting the lid back on the box of photos. The image of New Years triggering fiery sensations in your stomach. "Y/N? What are you doing babe?” Hoseok’s eyes were puffy with sleep, he rubs at them trying to clear his eyes."Just looking at photos.” You willed your voice to be light and feathery. You didn’t mean to sniffle but you did. Tears gather in the corner of your eyes as you steady your heart for what was about to happen.Hoseok took a closer step to you, getting out of the doorframe and crowding you further as he kneels in front of you. “What's wrong? It's late, you should sleep.” his hand rubbed at your shoulders and you shuddered. His hand feels foreign to you. Like you never had felt it before.You can’t lie to him. You never could.“I think this is a mistake,' you whisper out as you push the box you found back into the cube it occupied in his closet. The action caused his hand to slide down to your arm.“Well babe, yeah, you can look at these later. Let's get to bed. We’ve got brunch at my sister’s tomorrow. You always stay up too late. You should sleep more.”This ruffled you up. “Hobi I will go to sleep when I feel like it.”He took his hand from your arm and made a big show of rolling his eyes. “You should definitely go to sleep. You always fight it and then get grumpy. It’s why you need so many iced vanilla lattes during the day.”“Hobi..” you warned, hoping he would stop because you could feel your anger rumbling in your gut and spreading through your veins. But he continued. Like always. HE always thinks he knows best and will take every opportunity to tell you so.“Well I’m just saying, all those lattes aren’t good for you. If you could just go to bed properly, you would be so-”“Hobi, I already told you months ago. But let me remind you again. I don’t need a fucking dad. I already have one.” you spat out.The words look like they slapped him awake. His eyes widen and his mouth falls open. You’re reaching around him and grabbing the duffle you’ve been living out of for the past few weeks. And begin stuffing any article of clothes you spotted that belonged to you in the bag. And you pack quickly. If you forgot anything. You could leave it behind. It wasn't important.“Y/N? What are you doing?” Just go to bed,” he pleads as he tries to catch your wrists and lock you in place. You wanted to scream when he’s successful. Always trying to hold you place, keep you from doing what the fuck you wanted.It wasn't just metaphorical, Now it was physical.You tear your arms from him. “I’m going to my own fucking place. To do whatever the FUCK I wanna do,” you scream. “Where I can eat Milka cookies before bed and no one is watching me and silently tracking how many I ate!” you pant out as you stuff a pair of rainbow pajamas into your bag.“Where I can dance in my underwear in front of open windows and nobody thinks…well at least to my face that I look like a whore,” you sniff out.“I never said you looked like a whore. It just was weird,” he groans, rubbing his eyes. There’s a break in the noise. “You know what Hoseok, just go back to bed. I'm not going to brunch. I will quietly see my way out. Leave your key on the counter."Hoseok tries to keep you from leaving, blocking the front door so you took solace in the bathroom. You would take a bath until his ass kept you from leaving. You weren’t scared. It was typical behavior at that point.  You huff as you reach for a towel and dry your damp fingers as best as you could before you pick up your phone. It’s quiet in Hoseok’s place. You could leave soon but before you did so you wanted to allow yourself to read the message Taehyung had sent you hours ago.Tae: My birthday is tomorrow, darling…and my only wish is to see you. But I will take whatever you give me, your voice, your words. I can’t stop thinking about you. How you feel under my hands, the way you giggle when you are nervous, how pure and untouched you look when you sleep. You. Are. The constant soundtrack in my brain. I am so sorry I crossed the line. You are buried deep under my skin and I don’t know how to pull you out. You have no idea how much I ache for you, Y/N. Please, even if you want to end, whatever this is between us permanently. Do it on my birthday? So I can at least just get some last piece if you, one more time. Even if it’s pain. I will accept it. I just fucking love you.

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—-------------------------------------(Song suggestions: I saw you in a dream by Japanese house)Taehyung takes a deep breath as he surveys his surroundings outside.His eyes comb the view in the window next to him, watching people bundled tightly in their winter coats meander down the sidewalk, avoiding the patches of snow that has been pushed to the side of the road.The passersby move so slowly that he wonders if their bones ache from the brittle coldness.You weren’t among the gaggle of people who had their coats yanked to their ears while their eyes stuck to the concrete beneath their feet.Nonetheless, no one even closely resembles you. That's who his eyes were searching for after all. You.It’s a quarter to two in the afternoon. But that’s okay, he is early. He didn’t want to be late.You texted him a few days ago asking if he would like to meet. This is the place you chose, a cafe a few blocks from the building where the two of you reside.Taehyung has only walked by this place. Never entered. Before today. Had no reason to step inside. He didn't like coffee much. It was too sour for his liking.But he's kind of regretting not coming in sooner. The hot chocolate was creamy and smooth. A drink made to be savored. Especially on bitter, cold winter afternoons like this one.The cafe was an illusion. There was nothing stately or grand about the building from the outside. It looked like a small shack someone had forgotten about. Dull, white siding that looked like it hadn't seen a coat of new paint in decades clung to the house frame. Some of the boards were warped and had a sheen of green on them.Two large sturdy square windows anchored the wood and glass paneled door that had a small sign hammered next to it - announcing that the building was indeed a place of business and not someone's debilitated home.Despite being pretty drab on the outside, the inviting indoor ambiance could not be ignored. A warmth permeated throughout the place. Coziness encroached the crannies and ceiling, books and plants tucked into corners, the lighting dim. The space was small and intimate.Only a handful of walnut wooden tables fit inside the tight space and an emerald tufted loveseat occupied one of the corners, furthest from the door. The cushions of it look like plenty of bodies have made themselves home in its arms and frame. The accent pillows were worn and comfortably crushed velvet, complementary to the sofas hue in their colors of garnet and marigold.And beside that seat stood a small bookcase that seemed to be handcrafted because it leaned slightly to the left and the wood looked rough around its edges.The order counter was small and a handful of assorted pastries resided under a glass cake dish. Behind it stood a woman who was cleaning the area behind her.All of the decor and the things were encased by cranberry walls iced with freshly-painted, ivory crown molding.Art that is for sale by local artists scattered the walls. Some are portraits, a few are landscapes and the remaining were a combination. Tiny cardboard placards with their prices were tucked neatly on each one.Taehyung studies the painting that hangs above the chair he has left empty for you. The depiction of a field bathed in saffron lighting of a…sunset? A sunrise? It's hard to tell. He's been staring at it for a while now and can't discern.The sun is low and hits the grass in a brilliant ray that carves a chartreuse path where it shines. It makes him think of his grandparents' farm. When realizes such, it's at that moment he decides he likes this painting. He nods his head in slight approval and then turns his attention back to the window next to him.The painting across from him is lovely, but Taehyung prefers the landscape that is currently outside right now. It matched his mood.
(Song suggestion: J’s lullaby-Darlin’ I’d wait for you by Delaney Bailey)
It was mid-afternoon, but it didn't look any different than the early morning. The hazy periwinkle sky was heavily clouded with gray and blue tones. And the trees that were usually bright green in the spring and summer were dark and thorny and seemed to stab into the sky defiantly. They stood scornful, bold and stoic as if holding onto the idea that the sun will come out again if they waited long enough.And the sun will return. But only when it wants to.There's a woeful acoustic song playing on the sound system, the musician singing so softly Taehyung can only pick up a few words as they float down from the above speakers. The lyrics mention words he associates with yearning and of loneliness.But Taehyung chooses not to dial into it. He already knows the song without knowing it. Feels like he knows it by heart.Other than the music, the cafe is rather quiet. No. Correction. It is peaceful. There were five customers, including him and just like him, they were alone. Maybe nowhere to be or wanted to be on a dreary Sunday afternoon.One woman is pensively typing on her laptop, hunched over it and squinting at the small screen from time to time. Her glasses sit on the table yet she never picks them up or puts them on. She looks tired, yet focused. Possibly because she is consumed with whatever she's working on.Taehyung steals a glance at the barista. The server? Anyway, he watches as she scrolls through her phone. Thinks about how sweet she was when taking his order. Sweet and pretty. Just like Yoongi prefers his partners.The one thing that made Taehyung convinced that she possibly was not the one Yoongi had a sexual fling with was that she was much too young. Maybe in her late teens? Early twenties?Yoongi liked to spread his dick far and wide but despite the rumors that swirled around him, the man had some standards. He swore he never fucked anyone younger twenty-five. His intentions weren't altruistic. His caffeine addicted friend reasoned that this rule kept him from serving jail time. Said he would survive in jail by offering his tight ass, but it would be the food that would lead to his death.A smirk lines his lips at this thought as movement from his peripheral catches his attention. An older gentleman seated at a table just a few steps away has stood up and is beginning to make his way to the crooked bookshelf.Taehyung can't help but think this man accents the room. Like the other pieces of furniture sprawled about. Simply put, he looked like he belonged there, that maybe the room was built around him.The man is covered in a heavy black woolen coat, matched with black trousers topped with a black cap. But most interestingly enough, he wore a sweater under his coat that almost matched the color on the walls perfectly. A book is tucked into his veiny and thin skinned hands after a brief skimming of the titles and he settles quickly back into his seat.His eyes lift to Taehyung's as if knowing he was being watched. Taehyung nods suddenly and the man nods back as he shifts a small, steaming mug that sits before him on the table, thentakes a sip from the cup and notices the man's cheeks and nose are tinted pink. Taehyung wonders if they are that hue because of the cold or if there's something a little stronger poured into his cup.
(Song suggestion: Honey Honey by Feist)
A bell dings, gaining the gentleman's attention, his eyes shifting from his book toward the door. The cold from outside is invading the cozy before being doused from the heat that resides within the cafe.Taehyung already knows it though. He already knows it is you before his eyes land on you. He could feel you. Pick up on your energy.He can feel a smile tugging at his cheeks. You’re adorable. Lovely. Beautiful. You're all of it.You're shimmying and hugging yourself, stomping your boots on the mat placed in front of the door to loosen the rain that clings to the leather. The server greets you and you give a warm smile in return before your gaze shifts to him.Your eyes didn't search for him. They just land. Taehyung thinks you may have seen him through the window while he was occupying his time with the interior of the cafe.It feels like he hasn’t seen you in forever. But he knows that the last time he saw you, kinda, was in the early hours of his post-birthday. Where he left with his cum buried in your sock.He had washed that sock in his bathroom sink, left it on your welcome mat and also returned the key back to the planter with the thirsty rosemary bush.That occurred weeks ago. Much too long of a time to be away from you.But you're here now. Close to him and drawing closer by the second.Taehyung feels like he's in some kind of vivid dream. Everything blurs around you, but the color of you. It just pops. His mind is exploding in the richness of your details, the ones that slightly faded from being neglected from your presence.And while his brain is swirling in admiration, his body is acting on its own accord. Even though he hesitates for a moment to greet you, his feet had other plans. His shoes are pushing into the thin Persian-esque rug beneath his chair and his wobbly legs are carrying him to you.Once in reach, his arms twitch. They ache to wrap around your middle, a place where they feel like they are always meant to be. Like your waist is their home. He has wondered this many times…if his arms were made for only two things. Two things he considers he does well with them. He believes the average limbs gifted to him were made to hold his children, and you.And if he could put his arms around you right now, then he would want to put his nose into the crook of your neck, trace the silk of your skin and breathe you in. Breathe in your essence filled with vanilla and chocolate notes with a savory undertone.Whisper into that sweet sacred space about how sorry he is about everything that happened. About how much he missed you, And admit that it was so hard to stay away from you.That he needs you. Needs you in his life.But he doesn't.Taehyung doesn't do any of those things. Instead he gives you a smile, but it rests awkwardly on his face and the wave he adds, feels like it's made of plastic and springs.Despite his inability to get physically closer to you, Taehyung wonders if you can feel it. Feel what he feels. The magnet lodged somewhere inside him. The one that is lured to you and recharged with every interaction."Hi, Taehyung. I'm sorry I'm late." Your voice is a bit high-pitched. Your eyes are clear and bright. You look overall well, but he can tell you're on the teeming with crackling nerves.Taehyung glances at his watch and you're eight minutes late. He shrugs immediately. "It's okay. I-"His words get lost for a moment. As he soaks up being so close to you, he realizes you're not wearing one speck of makeup and if you were it was so subtle that he can't tell. He can see your beauty marks. And that makes him happy.He's happy that you feel comfortable being bare like this in front of him. That you came just as you are.He knows you're fond of wearing makeup, you told him you use it like war paint, put it on to face whatever challenges the day throws at you. And you look exquisite when you wear it.But he likes you the most like this. Bare face and exposed. Just you on display.Taehyung shakes his head and the words he wanted to say begin to reappear in his brain."-really want to thank you for showing up.""Oh? Did you think I was going to flake? Stand you up?" You ask giving him a roguish smile as you pull your chair out and then remove your purse and then your black winter coat, draping them over the back of the seat while keeping your eyes on him.Taehyung can feel his lips tightly pulled into a grin that begins to lose to his teeth as a full smile debuts on his face. Probably the first genuine smile he's had since his birthday.Taehyung’s face feels hot though he's unsure what to do with the rest of his body except to sit down and when he does so, he can feel all of his weight shift from his shoulders to his chest. His left hand finds the back of his neck and he rubs at it."I can't say that I didn't think about it." Damn. His own voice sounds all-too-timid-for-his-liking to his ears.You hum in reply and then spy the sapphire and gold embroidered coffee cup placed neatly on the table before you.“I ordered you a vanilla latte with oat milk. I hope that’s okay?” Taehyung states softly and your eyes rise to meet his briefly, before returning back to the coffee.Carefully, you pick up the teacup and take a deep inhale before you take a sip, a sigh releases from your lips."Is it still warm? We can have them make you a new-""-It's perfect Tae. Thank you."You take another long sip and Taehyung can feel a buttery warmth spread all over his body.You’re so thoughtful. And so goddamn beautiful. More beautiful than he remembered. Taehyung wonders how that can be but he's sure of it as he sketches the contours of your face with his eyes.The afternoon light may be dull, but it covers your features delicately, caresses over your cheeks and curves around your nose. He’s sure, now, that you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.Your head tilts to the side and your eyes dart around his face. “So the reason I asked you here, is so we can clear the air about-"Your hands wave in the air and he loves that you use them when you talk. It's like you're a conductor for a symphony. "-some things that have occurred between us.” You say the last part of the sentence slowly. Like you're speaking to a small child."Is it ok if I share something first? Is that okay? Because I feel like I should? I just want to tell you everything.”Taehyung's heart is pounding faster than the words tumbling out of his mouth. His heartbeat is thundering in his ears while his lips feel dry and dusty. He tries to lick it away but the moisture evaporates as soon as it is applied.Shaky hands barely lift the glass of water to his lips, but once it lands there he's gulping it loudly.A few drops slip down the corner of his mouth and he wipes at it with the back of his hand hurriedly before setting the glass down, drying his sweaty hands on his navy corduroys.A slight giggle leaves your throat and that makes him feel better. Even if you're laughing at his expense, he'd rather have it like this. Because he imagined the scenario of you sitting across from him with a scowl etched on your face.“So tell me something. Then I will tell you something. Fair?"Taehyung clears his throat and nods, "Fair."Why are you being so gracious? His uncertainty begins to rise within him. He wasn't expecting this kind of reception. Well maybe he should have. You always seem so cool and collected. And with that thought, he's unsure how this will all go once he begins talking.
(Song suggestion:Movements (Chapter III) by Leon Vynehall)
“Taehyung?”“Sorry.” He’s apologizing again. But he has no regrets about it. He should. He should apologize again and again until you forgive him.“Ok. First and foremost, I can’t say it enough, Y/N. I am sorry about the AirTag and about tracking you?"He didn't mean for his apology to sound like a question. In his mind it came across differently than the words that were spilling over his lips. He pauses and can feel his brows knit together in the middle of his forehead when he hears his voice. His words."It wasn't appropriate and it truly fucked up. For what it is worth, I was confused and I really don’t know what took over me. I am normally not like that.”Oh fuck. That doesn't sound right either. Taehyung decides he doesn't want to be here. In this quaint, exquisite cafe that looks like it stepped out of an independent movie.But then he's focusing on your face and his mind changes instantly. Wait. He does want to be here. He wants to be seated before you.Honestly, he'd rather be right next to you, pressed against you. Feel the heat of your body.But he's not.Instead he feels far, far away from you, like he's not even in fingertips reach. He'd rather have you giggling at him and saying suggestive things. The touches to be more suggestive and less placating.You raise an eyebrow at him. “Like what?""Huh?""How are you normally, Taehyung?" You clip out, nails now, bouncing against the wooden table. They're a deep purple and they begin a slow steady cadence of tapping onto the surface table.His mind reels instantly. Rewinds back to the last few weeks of diving into his past with Dr. Park, digging up skeletons and turning over things he thought were long forgotten and buried."Are you going to say anything? Like this is the part where you confess you have some kind of kink about watching women in their private spaces. Or divulge you have multiple kinks?"Taehyung feels like you punched him in the throat. His words already felt like they had trouble wrangling their way out of his brain and transmitting through his mouth but now they feel lodged down deep in his throat.His fingers tug at the neck of the ecru colored crew sweater he is wearing. Cannot ignore the sweat that is gathering at the nape of his neck.This is what he deserves. He's been preparing for this moment for days. Probably deserved it weeks ago. He deserves to be called out. Made to be uncomfortable like he made you.“Yes… no?” Taehyung shakes his head to remove the fringe from his eyes. He needs to see you better and for you to see him.“I-i do not do this type of thing...at least I haven't in a long, long time."With that admission, Taehyung reaches for his cup of water and finds it unfortunately empty. Can feel a frown paint his face as he picks up his now cold, used-to-be hot cocoa. But his thirst is fastly quenched with it.You're getting impatient. He can see that. Your eyes are narrowing in on him by the second, but they also flicker to the door. He understands the look in your eyes, you're contemplating on leaving. Probably counting how many steps are needed to get there like he does.“Oh? So you do have a history of this…" your index finger comes to your chin and it taps it twice before finishing your sentence. "Kind of thing?"He doesn't say anything. Not that he didn't want to, it's just that he didn't know what words to say to that.This kind of thing. It was a long story. Would you even be interested in hearing it? Would you make time for him to tell it?"I was starting to think I was special," you shrug casually, but your spiteful smirk says otherwise.He can't help but tut at this. "You know you are that to me, darling. I've been telling you that for weeks now."The smirk on your face fades and Taehyung can't help but lean into you. His elbows prop onto the table."I may have a history of questionable choices, Y/N. But a few things I am sure about. You are special to me,” Taehyung holds up one finger and your eyes focus on it. “ I am a good man. And a great father." Two other fingers rise.He says the words evenly, but his chest is heaving with the exertion of keeping his nerves at bay.Because the words, particularly the last two statements are so close to the words he shared with the doctor.“I’m a good person. I'm a fucking dad, for fuck’s sake. I should have learned my lesson doing shit like this.”Taehyung said it with his whole chest, probably even clutched it when he said as much.It was true for him, though.Being a father, a dad to his beautiful monsters was the only thing that kept him afloat in the most recent, turbulent times of his life. It was probably the thing that made him a good man.He has laid in bed many of nights, thinking:How did I function properly in society?How did I navigate this grim world?How did I consider myself whole?All of the questions ending with: “Before my kids.”Nonetheless, the doctor's expression twitched with mirth, his lips curled at the edges and his eyes burned with knowledge when Taehyung had ranted about this during a session.“Taehyung,” Dr. Park began, his voice low and warm as Taehyung finally began to catch his own breath.“I believe you. I believe you're a good dad."The doctor then leaned in on his elbows, his chocolate irises burrowing into his soul, stare hard as if to ensure his next statement was heard."But before you were a dad. You were just a kid."The doctor had glanced at his notebook at that moment. His lips pressed tightly together as he leaned back into his leather chair."You once were a kid, a child…" A heavy pause filled the air then.Taehyung can remember how odd it was to sit there in that silence but the doctor didn't make him wait long."That child had wants, needs and urges. So, tell me about that child, Taehyung. Tell me about your childhood.”And Taehyung did. Not just once, but over many sessions; tapping into things that he believed were forgotten and erased with other memories.It's decided. He is going to share it all with you. If you allow it.And if you did. This was going to be the only time he would share it with someone. Well at least someone who wasn't paid to listen as well as someone he truly cared about."Do you want to know about the other time?"You shift in your seat and slightly adjust your chair closer to the table. He can see you clenching your jaw, the muscles in your cheek are flexing. One of your hands crawls up toward the table's ledge and grips it.That's good. You're still willing to listen."About the time I watched someone like I've watched you?"And now that he has your attention, there's no going back. Not if the look you're giving him has anything to do with it."Yes? I do. Was this someone in the apartment before me?"His head shakes softly but his voice is even softer. "No, it wasn’t someone in the apartment prior to you. Actually I don't even remember who lived there or if it was even occupied before you moved in."Taehyung can hear the sigh you breathe and he watches as your clenched hand lets go of the table and it slides against the wooden surface. Palm pressed into the grain.He glances out the window and notices that a misty haze encroached within the minutes and has driven people off the sidewalks and into sheltered awnings.Without thinking Taehyung is reaching for your hand, but his fingers pause once he realizes what he's about to do and when he looks up at you. There's uncertainty occupying your eyes.Your hand looks so soft and he knows it is. And he wants to hold it in his own. He knew it would be warm. It always is. Every time he's had the opportunity to feel it.And because you look wary of him, he won't hold your hand. Instead, he decides that two of his fingers will touch a delicate ring that's placed on your hand. It's a tiny cluster of amethyst gems that sit upon a silver band."This is lovely," he murmurs and in response you lift your fingers off the table, leaving your thumb and the meat of your palm to remain where they rest."Thank you. I got it from my mom," You smile and it's bright as you look at him.Taehyung responds to you, but only with his eyes and smile. Can feel his head bob a bit.But you missed it. He didn't mean the ring was lovely. It is by some standards.What he meant was that your hand is lovely. But he won't correct you. Your comment is appropriate. After all, wasn't it your mother who bestowed these hands to you?Yet still, this presents an opportunity that he was hoping for. To touch you. And he does it slowly, grasping your fingers lightly with his, letting his thumb encircle the gems.He exhales loudly, and looks from your hand back to your face. But he doesn't let go of your hand. He wants to feel you when he says the next part."Please know that what I am about to share with you is something that I have deep shame about… and you will be the only other person I've ever disclosed this to."Your eyebrows shoot up instantly and Taehyung is quick to add, "The other person who knows about this is my therapist.”He pauses and can tell you're holding your breath. Your lips are pressed together and your cheeks are slightly puffed.Taehyung carelessly lets go of your hand, leaving your fingers to flop back down onto the table. He scoots his ass deeper into his chair and leans on the table again, elbows firmly in place."It's a long story. You say…" He should close his words carefully. "You want to know but do you really? Because it's a long story. And honestly, there's no way I can be brief about it."[In a sentimental Mood by Duke Ellington]It's quiet between the two of you. He can hear the music playing from the Bluetooth speaker. There’s some jazz number full of low mournful horn tones. The bell above the door rings, but his gaze won't falter. He needs to observe as you give him the answer he's trying patiently to wait for.His trembling fingers want to circle your wrist. He wants to feel your pulse, see if your heart is battering around in your ribcage like his is currently doing.“Yes. I want to know. Tell me," you state evenly before you lick your lips.His eyes float down from your lips to your throat and he see you swallow thickly. For the first time since your arrival, you take a sip of your water.Taehyung breathes and then realizes that he now has to tell you his past. Maybe he can't do this?"It's best to come clean at this point, Taehyung. But only if she wants to hear it. You have to offer her the choice. And if she agrees then do your best to be honest."Those are the words that the doctor offered him over the phone when Taehyung called him."Be honest."The words echo in his head. They grow louder in volume until Taehyung finally decides to speak, "Okay," forming a mantra in his brain.—-------------------------
(Song suggestion: 20220302 by Ryuichi Sakamoto)
"When I was about eight years old, my parents began sending me, my brother and sister to my grandparents in the summer."Taehyung's eyes move to the last drops of the murky brown liquid in his cup as he gets lost in the memory that's bubbling up from its long-buried grave in his brain."The reasons were many. Being a dad now, I see that sending us - me, my sister and brother - every summer gave my parents a chance to get a break from us and possibly reconnect with each other. At the time. My parents told us it was an opportunity for my grandparents to get to know us and for us to get to know them. Told us that older people were healthier and lived longer when surrounded by those younger than them."Taehyung pauses for a moment. His mind flits through the days and nights his mom and dad would trade off responsibilities of parenting during the school year. His mom would be there when they woke up from school and his father would be home when he and his siblings came home in the afternoons.But now that he thinks about it.It was rare for the five of them to be under the same roof at the same time. And if they were, it was mostly because it was a holiday .“And I loved it. I loved every summer I spent with my grandparents. I believe I told you that they owned a farm?"You nod and he continues, "It was a precious time for me because we lived hours away and being there felt like being on a different planet."Taehyung sighs as he thinks of the two-story cream-colored home that looked bigger from the outside than it was on the inside. Just like the cafe he’s seated in.The front yard was expansive. The grass grew fast, tall and yellow in the summer. Beginning at the age of ten, Taehyung's grandfather offered him to mow the lawn in exchange for a few extra treats that came from the local corner store.Taehyung would work up a good sweat, maneuvering the mower around the three giant oak trees that stood proudly in the yard. But he never could complain about them because they provided ample amounts of shade from the blistering afternoon sun.The farmland was about a five-minute, gravel-filled walk away. And there, Taehyung would help his father root up carrots and sweet potatoes as well as pluck lettuce and other greens from the rich soil.And the vegetables Taehyung collected, his grandfather would pat him heartily on the back with his strong callused hands, tell him he did well and then instruct him to carry the harvest to his grandmother.Taehyung would take his time walking back to the house, but he never wandered from the path. He would kick the rocks and enjoy the smell and feel of the warm breeze as it rolled across the fields, cooling him down easily.When his feet crossed over the house's threshold, the screen door would always clap firmly back into place. It was the announcer of the comings and goings of every guest or household member that passed through its frame.The screen took a literal beating from Tiger, the stray rust-colored cat that somehow became Taehyung's because he took to feeding it after the feline followed him home from the corner store.The stray would scratch at the frame reporting that it wasn't a two legged, sticky handed creature walking at its entrance, but a four legged beggar that was in desperate need of food and possibly water.His grandmother would not let Tiger come into the house, but she was okay with it lingering around the property to scare off any rat or mouse that threatened to breach her neatly kept home.The home. Oh yes, the home. The home, house, was snug. Snug, but comfortable.Taehyung supposed it was enough space for his grandfather and grandmother. But when he, his brother and sister were inside, the walls seemed to burst at the wood-paneled seams.On those enclosed walls, many photos of his bloodline were hung as well as the faces of his sister, brother, and parents framed either with shiny and ornate metals or plainly with wood.He was there, too, in many of the pictures that were meticulously positioned so that they could be admired and discussed with any visitor. So many of them cluttered the walls, but it didn’t prevent new ones from appearing every visit. It was evident that every person who sat on those walls was deeply loved at one time or another.And in the rooms, furniture from another era was carefully placed and tenderly cared for, sitting in the same place every summer and he believes some still remain there today. Some of them carried the weight of various souvenirs his grandparents valued from the journeys they had curated over their time together.Taehyung would barefoot, tip-toe the neatly-swept sepia wooden floors, making sure to not leave a hint of dirt on its finish. His grandfather has laid down the floors himself, something his grandmother always reminded him and his siblings about.He would walk those floors, and always knew where he could find his grandmother because she was usually humming. Her reedy voice drifted throughout the place, sometimes accompanying a melody playing on the old radio that sat on the kitchen counter while other times her singing rang out acapella style and bare-boned.Taehyung loved her voice - misses it dearly and often.Anyway, he would follow the musical trail to her and once he did, she almost always embraced him upon discovery. It didn't matter if he was clean as a whistle or covered in dirt and grime. Her firm and soft arms would always wrap around him securely.She would ask him if he was hungry or thirsty because most of the time he was. She would then call in his siblings from outside after being shuffled out the house earlier in the day so she could get her indoor work done. But his siblings were instructed to always remain together and always be within ear shot.Once all of them gathered, his grandmother would sit him and his siblings down at the kitchen table. Then she made them snacks like hotteok or poured ice cold lemonade or peach tea in clear glass jars while she regaled them with stories about their father's childhood and the trouble he got into in that town and under that roof.Under that roof.His grandparents' home was everything his parents' home was not. It was filled with hope. It was filled with dreams. And it was filled with laughter.Some would say laughter would equal happiness. In his parents' home it wasn't that he wasn't happy. He was. Many, many times. And he did laugh. He knows he did.But during the summer, at his grandparents' home, under that roof all of them, all five of them, had dinner at the kitchen table every night.His grandfather sat next to him. Next to Taehyung sat his brother who to the left of him, sat next to his grandmother and then his sister would sit next to her. And finally, his sister sat next to their grandfather, enclosing the circle at the table. Always in the same order and each comfortable in their seating.Although there was a ritual in sitting placement it was a contrast to the topics that took place around the table. They varied. And he doesn't really remember the conversations in detail.He just remembers laughing. Laughter filled that tiny home often. And now that he thinks about it. That home wasn't filled with laughter. It was filled with joy.And that joy was like water to his soul because every time he returned back home, Taehyung felt like he bloomed. That he grew more and more with each and every summer visit.(Song suggestion: Alone in Kyoto by Air)"I loved these summers. It was a very precious time for me. But I guess some things from childhood feel like that. Like valuable tokens that you carry forever," Taehyung muses, titling back into his seat as a montage of memories spin in his head."But then everything changed when I was a little over sixteen." Taehyung heard his voice crack at that statement. The clarity of it all clutching his heart and then twisting it with a woeful thud.His throat feels scratchy and he tries to swallow. And fails. Again, he reaches for his mug, puts it to his mouth but it only earns the last few bittersweet drops.The grainy sound of you sliding your water glass across the table toward him, gains his attention, and he picks it up without hesitation to quench the thirst. He hopes it will provide the lubrication his mouth needs to continue.But all it does is add water to his eyes. He blinks it away.“Was that when your grandmother died?"Your voice is soft, barely above the ambient noises inside the cafe but he still hears it, believes he can pick up your voice anywhere."No…it was before she passed."His voice sounds harsh. In his head, he blames it on the dryness of his throat…on the cold weather. It is not caused by the flood of emotions that are surging in him from the memories. These feelings were already tossing and turning in his gut once his eyes landed upon you."How did everything change?"His eyes flit up to your face and he sees your guard is up. Sees it in the way you clench your jaw and twist your lips severely across your mouth. You're prepared for the worse.And it makes him sad. Wishes that the two of you were here talking about anything but his past. Yet here you are. You and him.“It was a summer of change. Lots of things happened, but the thing you want to hear about is if I…""If you watched someone else," you supply, your hands come together on the table and clasp together."I have…," his head wobbles and his lips pressed tightly together for a moment. "Her name was Bee."Your eyebrows knit together in confusion. “The letter B?”"I dunno. Could have been like the small insect. It was what everybody called her…referred to her as,” he explains.Taehyung can feel his shoulders shrug up before he mindfully pulls them down. His fingernails trace the etchings in the wood table beneath them. He studies the designs as he allows himself to sink into the past.As he mentioned, many things changed that summer. Bee was the most notable change but there were others that set things in motion.For one, the first day he got there that summer, his grandfather told him that he had gotten a new shed and cleaned the old shed out that sat between the house and the farmland.His grandfather told him that since Taehyung is older, he should have more privacy. Told him that they all should have some space and that if Taehyung wanted, he could stay in the shed. And it was an offer he promptly accepted.The shed had a small mattress on the floor with a few blankets piled on top, a stack of his father's comics in the corner, a fan and a plastic am/fm radio.Taehyung was grateful for all of it. He had never had his own space prior to then. He shared a room with his brother back home too.Another change that occurred was that Taehyung's grandfather arranged for him to help as a stock boy at the corner store at the edge of town.His grandfather sat him down and revealed to him that his little brother was old enough to help out in the fields and the owner of the corner store was in need of a helping hand.The owner, Mr. Sing was looking for someone trustworthy to help him because he had hurt his back trying to lift boxes in the stockroom and had to come to terms that he was no longer the spry man that he used to be.However, Mr. Sing quickly shared with his grandfather that the year-round local kids weren't a fit, his grandfather instantly volunteered Taehyung's services and vowed to the store owner that his grandson was hardworking and honest.And with that explanation, the owner "more than gladly" accepted the offer on the spot.Taehyung can't help but chuckle at the thought of it all.
(Song suggestion: In A Sentimental Mood by Duke Ellington, John Coltrane)
This story was completely fabricated Taehyung later learned from his father.The truth of the matter was that Mr. Sing lost a gentleman's bet to his grandfather and owed him a generous amount of money. And instead of taking the store owner's money, his grandfather bartered that his grandson, Taehyung work at the store.Taehyung was ecstatic to take the job despite the low wages. He was privy to hearing what was really going on in town without it being filtered by his grandparents. However, the real perk of the job was Taehyung could read all the books and magazines to his heart's content as long as he didn't crease their covers too much."Yeah, so I got my first job as a stock boy at the only corner store. It paid like two dollars an hour, but the real perk was I could read all the books and magazines if I didn't crease the covers too much."He pauses and looks up at you, your eyebrows are raised in curiosity."I was a real bookworm those days. And creased covers don't sell well - even in small towns," Taehyung further details."I'm surprised the perks weren't eating all the snacks and sweets that could fit in your belly," you murmur over the lip of your cup as a small smile sits on your face. And it looks genuinely soft."Oh, that most definitely happened some days. I was a growing boy after all.""Well on your way to being a man," you agree easily.He nods stoically at this and you giggle immediately. It doesn't take but a second for him to join you. And as soon as it settles down, you're quick to fill the silence.“So…at this job? The girl, woman? Bee? Is that where you began watching?"Taehyung scratches at the stubble on his chin as he thinks about how people watching became a new hobby discovered as he worked at the store.How he liked seeing people come in from out of town, observe their shopping habits when traveling from one town to another.That crowd usually came around noon, either to grab a snack to tie them over until they reached their destination or fill up their gas tanks right before heading to a bigger town to eat lunch.The locals were their own species, they came in about an hour after the outsiders had already descended and then swiftly abandoned the store.They would walk in aimlessly with no intention to buy anything sitting on the shelves. Some would wander in and head straight to the drink cooler, opening its door with flare, and stand before it for a few seconds before slamming it shut and meandering back to the sweltering heat.But most townspeople would gather around the store entrance, beneath the outdoor awning to chat. This happened after most of the farm chores were completed and before supper was on the table.They griped about their crops. They lamented about the wellness of their stock. But mostly they talked about one another. And any new face that appeared in their town."I guess so? But not like that. I liked people watching and being a fly on the wall. At the store, I got to hear all kinds of things. Who was new in town. Who was sleeping with whom."He shakes his head as if to clear his thoughts. "But, Bee? She just came out of nowhere. Well kinda. I saw her once when she was riding bikes with a group of local kids that I tried my damnedest to stay clear of every summer."And the local kids were really a herd of a burly family. The Traegars.Taehyung wasn’t sure how many of them lived in the town but he definitely knew the core consisted of three mean brothers and two older sisters who were even meaner. He's sure there were more of them, but he was never certain."Why did you avoid them?""The oldest Traegar brother gave me my first black eye."You gasp and one of your hands covers your mouth Taehyung pauses to lift up a finger and raise his empty water cup to the waitress. She promptly moves toward the table to refill his and then your glass.When she walks away you finally say, "Oh my God. Why? How?"He knew you would want to know why. "Because I beat him in a game of Go Fish. We were the same age. Eight."Your eyes grow wide and then you begin to laugh loudly. The waitress walking back to the counter looks over her shoulder and smiles at Taehyung as he begins to laugh with you."I kid you not, the little shit had muscles of a grown man at eight."You laugh harder and crouch over as more sounds of delight leave your mouth."Yeah and I was a pretty scrawny boy back then. I billowed in the summer wind. Almost blew away with a gust when I was ten."Your cackling gets louder and your hands begin wiping the corners of your eyes. "Tae-Taehyung. I'm so sorry."You're trying your best to suppress your laughter, yet you laugh only harder again. And he's okay with that. When he thinks about it now, it is funny.But back then the Traegars were a dangerous mob.You messed with one of them. You had to fight all of them."Luckily, the sisters didn't intervene. I could've gotten really hurt."You giggle a few more times before they slow and then you suck in a huge puff of air to manage yourself. "I'm so sorry I laughed. That was terrible of me and terrible of him to hit you.""S’okay. It is funny now. To make matters worse, they got more muscular over time. So I kept a distance whenever I could."The two of you giggle a bit more before you both quiet down when a huff comes from the gentleman with the book. His eyes peering over his book and down his nose at the two of you."So Bee…she was part of this Traegar clan?" You ask after taking a sip of water."Hmm, yeah. Definitely thought so at the time. Nobody that I knew hung out with them by choice."You begin to giggle again, but when a couple walks in, gaining both of your attention. Taehyung studies them as they make their way to the coffee counter. Notices as their arms are casually draped around one another.Taehyung wants that with you. He wants to wrap his arm around you and walk down the street while he whispers dirty jokes in your ear. He has lots of them. Wants to put his arm around you and hear you giggle.This thought sobers him up. Puts him back on track. Reminds him of why he’s here. To try and make you understand that his feelings for you go beyond a creepy fascination.
(Song suggestion: Tidal Wave by Tom Misch, Yussef Dayes)
"But one day, Bee just walked in like she had been in the store a thousand times."Taehyung can hear his monotone voice lulling him into the past. The senses of that summer swirling around his brain.His vision clouded with large stormy clouds speckling the dull azul-colored sky.Can almost hear the thunder rolling over the golden fields and feel the way that the small store would tremble the closer the storm moved in.The steady thunderous drum of the impending storm made customers move quickly to find shelter before the sky opened up. It was the clearest warning before the water dripping transformed into a torrent from the sky above.And it was a day just like that when Bee walked in. But that day, the thunder didn't only announce the incoming storm - it warned of Bee's arrival.Sometimes Taehyung wonders if that is why Bee's appearance affects him so deeply. There was no whisper about her. The townspeople didn’t mention one word of a new stranger in town.It was like she materialized out of thin air, just like the quick and severe summer storms that ran amok on the quaint town.And some nights, he dreams of her, Bee. Question if she was ever real at all because she faded from his life as quickly as the summer rain.You're quiet now. Taehyung can feel the shift in energy. What was once lighthearted and humorous is now leaden with the weight of explanation and answers."Have you ever wished that if things were gonna get fucked up in your life you would have some advance warning from like-""God? The universe? Time machine? Yes," you sigh as you drain the last bit of your latte."Yeah, that. The storm that day…I think it was a warning of that."There's a pregnant pause and suddenly Taehyung is aware that the two of you have been at the cafe for some time now, only enjoying beverages while in each other's company."Are you hungry? Have you eaten?" Taehyung looks at his watch and it reads a quarter to four."Wow. That's a uh, yes?" But he can see confusion wash across your face."I can order us something. They look like they have soup. Would you like some?"You nod and shrug in response and Taehyung’s quick to get out of his seat. The sun is setting rapidly, your coffee is finished but he needs a moment to breathe. A moment to collect himself from your attentive gaze.When he returns to the table, you’re looking through your phone.“The waitress will bring the soup shortly,” he states politely as he positions back into his seat.You give him a slight smile as you place your phone back into your purse. “My mom texted me. She just got back from holiday and sent me pictures of her trip.”“That’s nice,” he hums in response.And there’s an awkward silence that settles between you. He’s avoiding your eyes and he’s sure you’re doing the same. When the waitress brings the bowls of soup, Taehyung thanks her briskly before she walks away.“Do you think that’s the one Yoongi had sex with,” you ask, leaning conspiratorially over the table, the steam of the soup swirling around your face. Taehyung chokes on his first spoonful of the bowl of warmth.“Sorry,” you whisper, but you don’t look apologetic as you offer him a sly smile.“I don’t think so. I was wondering this earlier” Taehyung takes another peek at the woman behind the counter.“But I will need to ask him to make sure.”The next few moments are quiet again, only small slurping sounds are exchanged. His eyes stay focused on the brothy liquid in the bowl.But then there's a clatter. It startles him. Causes him to look up at you. And it was your spoon that made the sound. You had released the utensil fully and now it's resting crookedly, inside the soup dish.He hastily grabs his napkin and rubs it around his mouth while watching you straighten in your chair as you inhale deeply.
(Song suggestion: One Evening by Feist)
“Taehyung,” you huff, your eyes pointing to the ceiling before landing on him again.“I like talking to you. I do. But this…we’ve been here for a while now. And you still haven’t told me much about what you said you would share with me. Who is Bee? What did you do?”Your words come out at an alarmingly rapid speed and Taehyung doesn’t think he’s ever seen this side of you.Has he? Wait. Yeah. No. He's never seen you like this.Is this the face you make when the peak of your patience has been reached?Taehyung sets his spoon neatly on the table and takes a sip of his water as he eyes you and you challenge his gaze with your own. His throat works to swallow the water.“You’re right, Y/N. I’ve been stalling, haven’t I?”“You have. Is this what you do when you’re about to lie?” You push the bowl of soup toward the center of the table. And he watches as the remaining contents slosh and threaten to spill over the lip of the dish.“I’m not about to lie to you, darling. I have never lied to you.""What about the AirTag?"He huffs at this. "That wasn't a lie. That was a…very poor choice in violating your privacy. One I am immensely sorry about and something that I wish everyday since that I could take back."Taehyung wipes his lips once again with the napkin before he places it on the table, next to the spoon.“I am not a liar, Y/N...and what I am about to do… is reveal myself to you." Taehyung pauses momentarily, the weight of it all sinking heavier on his shoulders."And to be honest? I am fucking scared to do that.""Why? Of what?"He scoffs as he runs his hands through his locks and notices that his hairline is damp with sweat. You truly have no idea about the depth of his feelings for you. If you did. You never would have asked why he was scared."That when you hear the kind of person I truly am, you will never want to see me again." His top teeth cut across his bottom lip, and they find an area of peeled skin."And the only thing I’m guilty of, right now, is trying to get all the time I can with you before you do that. Before you leave.”You stare at him for what seems like an eternity and he can feel his heart clamoring in his chest and it feels like the organ is bumping its way up into his throat.“Well I’m so glad that the decision to never see you again has been decided for me. But shits and giggles, continue-.”The words are clipped as they come out of your mouth and a slight sneer rests on your lips as you lean forward to place your elbows and clasped hands on the table.“Reveal yourself. Kim. Taehyung.”Taehyung bobs his head and takes a deep breath before scooting his chair back so he can prop his elbows on his knees. His eyes are focused on the floor as he hears his voice dropping in timbre as he begins to tell you the darkest part of his history.
(Song suggestion: Pretty by The Cranberries)
“Bee…she blew in with a summer storm-”“- How fucking romantic,” you snort and then shrug.He can feel his eyes narrow in on you and you acquiesce with your hand, twirling it in the air to prompt him to continue. And at that Taehyung rolls his eyes before he sighs.You're frustrated with him already and he hasn't gotten far in this story yet.“Like I said before, the town was small. I knew about every kid in a ten mile radius. Farm life is like that, you know? Everybody kind of knows everybody. But I know, I did not know her."He pauses, just to see if you’re going to interrupt him again.You don’t.“She looked about my age and was, just, intriguing? Like no girl I’ve ever seen. Even when she rode by that one day, I only caught her profile. But that day I really saw her.”Taehyung thinks of how Bee rushed in just when the first drops of the rainstorm began to plop against the large store window. She glanced at him before making her way deeper into the store.“That was unexpected,” she murmured to no one before wiping the raindrops off her bare shoulders and then shivering as she walked toward the drink coolers in the back.Unexpected indeed.Her delicate fingers brushed the assortment of items and snacks that were stationed on the metal shelving. The pace of her footsteps were slow and deliberate. And as Bee walked he could hear the smack of her wet feet on the linoleum, over the whirring of the box fan and the faint sounds of music behind Mr. Sing's closed office door.Nobody else was there. Well except Mr. Sing, but he was in the back office going over his finances. The shopkeeper had begun trusting Taehyung enough that he let him take care of the register when sales were stagnant during his shift.
No Shoes. No Shirt. No Service.
It was printed clearly on the entrance door. But Taehyung would allow it. He had to. At the time he had no words to speak. The only thing that seemed to be functioning properly were his eyes.Bee must have been in the river or maybe a nearby creek before the storm came. Her hair seemed soaked, dripped onto her face even though the rain had just begun.And he remembers feeling lucky to have that moment to look at her unhindered. Still feel lucky in the present day.All the beautiful creature had on her form were some tiny black cutoff shorts and a teal bathing suit top decorated with gold stars and around her neck a yellow towel hung loosely.Taehyung was glad no one else was there. He was fucking elated that he could keep his attention only on Bee and nothing, no one else.Studied her as she took inventory in the store. She looked like she had never been inside.He watched as she paused at the coolers and stared at the variety of drinks."She came into the store right as a storm popped up. We had these sporadic storms that came maybe once or twice a week and they cooled the town from the heat. They were nice. I liked them a lot.”“And once I laid my eyes on her, I couldn't take them off her. And her? She seemed pretty oblivious of me. But I was okay with that. Preferred it… D'you know those round mirrors that are used to see your way around a corner?"You nod and shift your weight away from the table and further into the chair."I watched her through there. In that mirror. I observed her as she rummaged through the drink cooler. Tracked her as she combed her way through the candy aisle. And the more I watched her, the more I liked it?" He’s questioning this out loud but internally, the truth burns bright and brilliant.Taehyung was enthralled by her.A pure giddiness swept over his body when she picked up a bag of sweets from the lowest shelf and then put it back down, bending over so much so that her breasts struggled to remain contained in the flimsy damp fabric that sheathed them.“She caught me looking at her. She stared right up at me. Through the mirror. And when our eyes met, she smiled, like she knew…like she knew I had been watching her the entire time.”"Did she speak to you? Did she buy something?"He shakes his head. No, Bee didn't speak to him.She leafed through a magazine for a while sucking on a lollipop she never paid for. The most she did to acknowledge him was glance up at him a few times before returning to whatever she was looking at in the latest teen magazine that was popular amongst girls his age at the time.And as soon as the rain let up, she placed the magazine back on the rack neatly, and then slipped out the door without one look at him nor another single word uttered.“Is that it?” Your face is covered in disbelief, your eyelashes are batting at him fastly.
(Song suggestions: Slowdiving by Dune, Crayon and Lossapardo)
“What?”“Is that all there is to the story," and then your blinking eyes begin examining his form, racing across his face and down his torso.Taehyung’s fingers card through his hair and his tongue rubs at the corner of his mouth for a moment, before he answers.“That...was only the beginning, darling.”Your eyes snap back to up his face and hold his gaze. It’s almost like he hears the gears grinding in your brain. Can see your hardened gaze slowly morph into one of understanding with the words he just spoke. Their meaning. This was really the beginning of his confession of his sins.“I followed her when she left," He explains.Taehyung wants you to be aware that you are about to hear some things you may not, really, want to hear.It’s not long before you’re pitching another question.“You left while on the clock to follow her?” Your eyes are wide now as you lick your lips and then press them tight together before relaxing them again.“Left early? No, not really… by the time the storm passed, my shift was nearly over. So I asked Mr. Sing if I could leave."Taehyung takes another sip of water, stares at it a moment before carrying on, "And that’s when I learned her name.""When I requested to leave, Mr. Sing told me that if I was leaving early, to hang out with that Bee girl, to be careful. Told me she was the one and only granddaughter of Mr. Lee.”Your brows knit together. “Why do you have to be careful with Mr. Lee? I thought the Traegars were the family to be wary of?”Taehyung smiles at this. He’s glad you’ve been paying attention.“The Traegars? Everybody avoided them. But Mr. Lee? Caution was needed on my behalf because my family wasn't very fond of him.""You see, Mr. Lee and my grandfather were neighbors. At one time they were friendly on terms until they got into a dispute about a newly discovered water well that sat on the property line. And even though they agreed to split the resource, trying to get to a resolution is what actually soured the relationship. Before terms were agreed, Mr. Lee had built a fence between the property line and this insulted my grandfather greatly,” Taehyung sighs, thumbing at a water droplet as it slides down the glass.“An insult, how?”“Well, my grandfather and Mr. Lee have lived next to one another since they were kids. My grandfather just didn’t understand why Mr. Lee would put a fence up.”“Well, poet extraordinaire Robert Frost did write that good fences make good neighbors,” you chide with a click of the tongue.“True, but that poem is up for debate in my opinion. And I wasn’t a thing - fences, if I remember correctly. If you visit the town, there’s not that many fences between houses. Between the plotted farmland? Yes. Between houses? Not really. It was like Mr. Lee didn’t even want to see my grandparents, us, if he could help it."At the time, Taehyung didn’t know all of these details. It wasn’t until after his grandparents had died that he learned the truth.“That’s so silly. So he just ignored you and your family?”“Pretty much, but the feeling became mutual at some point." Taehyung straightens in his chair and wipes his hands on his pants.The couple that sat in the corner are walking toward the exit, and the two of you watch them stroll hand in hand as they make their way out of the cafe and then down the street.“I see. So you followed her… and did she stay with Mr. Lee? Was Mr. Sing right?"He likes that you’re asking questions, but he also knows that this is the part of the story where things begin to go wrong.So wrong.Taehyung's brain reminisces about how he had hopped on the old, rusty, one-time forest green bicycle that belonged to his father when he was a kid. Navigated the clunky thing at an even, steady pace while ensuring he maintained a discreet distance from his unknowing captivator.Trailing behind Bee, he remembers being entranced by the faint vanilla scent of her that danced over and around the summer breeze only to enter his nostrils to fill his lungs. His mouth watering after every wisp was inhaled.Bee could not evade him. She was easy to spot amongst the golden tint of the grass fields. Her shoulders and back glistened with sweat in the newfound shine of the afternoon sun as the silver tassels attached to her handlebars fluttered and then sparkled like gems.He was mesmerized by her legs as she stood up to ascend the small rolling hills that occupied the dirt road. Plush backside bouncing with every bump on the descent.Took in the grace of her arms as she reached up toward the lush apple-bearing trees, extending her fingers to brush the tip of their curved, jagged leaves.Can remember the taste of his own sweat, salty with want, as it dripped down the temple of hairline, swept across his brow and finally nestled in the corner of his mouth. And when it landed on his tongue, he desperately wondered what Bee's skin tasted like at theStill wonders today.His dick had strained in his pants that day, grew harder and harder with every turn of the pedals. Ached so fucking bad that he didn't know what to do with it at the time. Only knew that the press of shorts against him felt good as he worked his legs.One thing was certain to Taehyung that day. He knew that he was utterly and completely smitten.Taehyung doesn’t know how long his eyes were closed, but as he opens them they settle on your face. A warmth spreads in his body and feels himself swelling inside of his pants, even now.He has never felt so heavy with yearning since then. Well, that's not true. He felt like that the moment he saw you. Saw you sweeping the floor.(Song suggestion: Selene by Night Tapes)Clearing his throat, Taehyung steadies himself to give you the answer you've been patiently waiting for.“She did stay with Mr. Lee. I witnessed her pulling right into their driveway and saw her discarded bicycle in the middle of it when I rode by seconds later. She had already gone inside the home though. I found the whole thing strange.” Taehyung can feel his mouth tug down into a frown at the thought.“Strange, how?” You implore, your eyebrows raising as your head inclines toward him.“Because of all the summers that I went there, I had never met or even seen her before. Fuck, I didn’t even know Mr. Lee had a kid. Kids? Let alone a granddaughter. And it only got weirder that evening."You don't say anything so Taehyung proceeds, "While we were all gathered for dinner and as soon as my grandmother put the last dish on the table I repeated what Mr. Sing had told me about her when they asked about my day.""But the strangest thing about the conversation was that neither of my grandparents seemed surprised.”His teeth are worrying the chapped skin on his bottom lip again. His head snaps to the side for a moment before he remembers what they told him.“You know what they said to me next? ‘Stay away from that girl, Taehyung.’ Told me to stay away from her and that if Bee was anything like her mother she was nothing but trouble.”Taehyung giggles and for a minute. He feels like he’s losing his mind. And then suddenly he's curious if the cafe serves alcohol, his eyes searching the handwritten chalkboard above the counter frantically.“Do you want a glass of wine? They sell that here too,” you say as you motion to the server without waiting for an answer.You know he would. You know him. Taehyung can feel a smile tug at the corners of his mouth, but he busies himself with stacking the dishes that held their soups and bread.Taehyung startles as he catches a glimpse of himself at the window. He looks a bit disheveled, but that's to be expected. What he wasn't expecting was for it to be dark so soon.He glances at his watch and sees it a little after 5:00p.m.He must’ve been really lost in the haze of his memories for hours to pass by like this. Every minute with you goes oh too fast.There’s a glass sliding against the table and he returns his attention before him; studies the slender hands of the server as she pours the ruby red liquid into your glass and then his. He counts the seconds. It took her twenty-two seconds to do all that.As soon as she sets the bottle on the table and then picks up the stacked dishes, Taehyung is lifting the wineglass up to his mouth. But before he can bring it to his lips, he hears you clear your throat dramatically. Looking over at you he sees you tilting your glass to him.“We should toast to something.”He's amused by this. Can feel a smirk lining his lips now.The two of you have drank and finished several bottles of wine together but this is the first time you have ever suggested such a thing.And the realization of that scares him. Makes his hands tremble a bit.“Like what?” He can hear his voice, but it sounds tinny and far away.“To teenage rebellion.”You smile wryly at him before clinking his glass with your own and then bring the wine to your lips.He sighs at that. But it still brings little comfort to him. Something about all of this feels all too bittersweet. Like another memory in the making.“I tried to stay away, you know?" Taehyung admits, bringing the glass back to his lips."I'm sure you did," you hum as you squint at him over the edge of your glass. "But telling a teenager what not to do is like telling them to do exactly that thing.""Did you rebel?" Taehyung asks as his tongue licks the edge of the glass before placing it on the surface of his lips. The flavor of the wine is deep berry and smooth on his taste buds, coats his dry tongue nicely, and makes it swell with saliva."Of course," you smirk as you take another sip and then sit your glass back on the table."Like what? How?"You guffaw and your palm strokes the table as you swallow the rest of the wine in your mouth.Taehyung continues. He's curious in the ways you rebelled. "Did you date a bad boy who rode a motorcycle and smoked twenty cigarettes a day?"You're flustered now, your giggles are now coming from your throat and not your mouth. That tee-hee. He loves it when you do that."Maybe…but that's a story for another day. Let's continue with yours."You clap your hands together and whirl your hands around while staring at him pointedly. "So...you followed Bee to the forbidden Lee home. In addition to Mr. Sing, your grandparents warned you that she was trouble. And then…" you say with a sly smile before leaning on the table and allowing your hand to cup your chin.Taehyung lets his fingers inch toward his wine glass again. One elbow is propping him up as the stem of the glass nestles between the pads of his middle and index finger. Rotating his flat palm so the stem swayed in between the digits, causing the liquid inside to spin in a hypnotic fashion.“Hmm. Yes, that's right. Where was I? Oh…I did try to stay away. But I was-”“Curious?”How. Do. You. Do. That?How do you pluck thoughts out of his brain like you've built a home there and know the lay of the land?
(Song suggestion: Do You Wanna Leave by Teo)
"Have I said this before?""Maybe," you tease again as you pick up your glass and bring the wine back to your lips.His teeth bite down into the plush of his bottom lip. Why are you so flirty right now? It couldn't be the wine.You've only had two sips…three?Once you put your glass back down daintily on the table, Taehyung feels like he can continue this story now that the need to snatch you up and bring your lips to his has ebbed."As I was saying. I was…," he pauses and raises an eyebrow at you, one of his shoulders shrugging up. "Curious. I had always been a curious child. But that's not important. What's important is that I wanted to see her again. I needed to see Bee again.""How long was it until you saw her again? After following her?"Taehyung scoffs at this and adjusts back into his seat, folds his arms across his body. Taps the toe of his shoe against the wooden floor, earning a sharp smack that satisfies him when he sees you straighten in your seat."Gah, you sound like my therapist. Are you a therapist?" He asks, pointing a finger at you."I counsel college kids - it is therapist adjacent. So kinda? But stop pussyfooting around. How many days until you saw her again?""Four.""Wow," you make sure to draw out the "ow" in the word and Taehyung can't help but laugh."Hey! I was fucking seventeen. I never had a girlfriend at that point -not that I was trying hard to get one. There really hadn't been anyone who made me feel like she made me feel. It was like an itch I had to scratch. I really felt like I had to see her. Make sure she was real."That came out much faster than Taehyung wanted. But he had a need to defend himself a bit. Even though his feelings were somewhat validated by Dr. Park as the usual fare for a teenage boy, your gaze seemed accusatory. Or. Or maybe the wine was going to his head.“Go on,” you prod, shifting your wineglass so you can put your other arm on the table and that hand also supports your head. It sits heavily in your grasp.Maybe the wine is hitting you faster than usual too? Maybe he should have ordered something heavier to eat?"Please continue, Tae," you whine and he can hear your foot stomp on the ground with frustration.He's ashamed to say it but you look so goddamn cute. Your graceful hands frame your pretty face perfectly. He can’t help but chuckle when you wrinkle your nose a bit.Taehyung loves you. Wants to say that. But now's not the time. He's already sent many texts to you declaring so. He already verbally expressed it once and that was definitely the wrong time. And he can sense it’s the wrong time now as well.You're getting impatient. And time is running out, he feels. He presses on.“So usually, after dinner, I would help with washing dishes and then head back to the shed to read or listen to music before going to bed. But that night, the fourth, was different. After the dishes were washed, I joined my brother and sister to watch a movie that we had seen at least a dozen times.”“Mmhmm, drink your wine,” you murmur as you push his nearly empty glass toward him.He snickers, but is compliant. It's very hard to say no to you.“Are you trying to get me drunk?”“Maybeee…continue,” you smile as you watch him take another drink, nails tapping against the table as you watch him set his glass back down.“Okay, so it was later than usual after I had seen my siblings to bed. But it was fine. I really liked the stroll to the shed in the late evening. It was quiet, but "small town" quiet. I could hear the gravel crunch beneath my feet, the chirping of crickets and the croaking of the bullfrogs. Like the ultimate summer night time soundtrack you know?"You sigh knowingly, and your gaze moves to the wine bottle. But you're looking at it without looking at it. Your gaze is cloudy."And the sky? It would sparkle. There were so many fucking stars. I didn't see many stars back home. We always had light pollution. I never knew there were so many stars in our sky. I didn’t know the universe was so big. And seeing that felt nice. Feeling small made my problems feel even smaller, you know?”You nod drunkenly to him, but your eyes focus back on him. Engaged. “I do,” you sing-song as your fingers dance into the air.“At the time, my head was murky about my future. I struggled at the time of what to do after I graduated the next year. My father wanted me to join the military like he did. My mother wanted me to go to college like she did. While my grandfather wanted me to help run the farm. None of the options seemed like the right fit for me.”“And your grandmother? What did she want you to do?”Taehyung can feel his face break into a wide smile. Thinking of his grandmother always made him feel whole and a little empty at the same time. “To be happy.”You click your tongue and wag your head at this. “I wish my grandmother was like that.”“Yeah? What was your grandmother like? What did she want for you?” Taehyung begins to swirl his wine again and looks at you expectantly.“I don’t know. She died before I could remember much about her. Everybody says she was lovely though, especially my grandfather.”“Oh, I-”“-It’s fine, Tae,” you interrupt."I dunno why I even mentioned it…actually I do know why. It just seems really nice of your grandmother to be that way with you. I’m happy that you had someone like that in your life.”You take a deep breath and use it to shift in your chair and then stretch your arms up in the air for a bit.Taehyung feels bad for assuming. The more people he meets and gets to know, the more he realizes that receiving unconditional love from a grandparent is a rare and precious thing.And he had the fortune of being blessed with that treasure twice.“I’m sorry I got off topic. You were saying that you were headed back to the shed late at night…" you state, eyes down on the table for a moment before looking up at him with a wistful smile that falters a bit and then resumes.Taehyung can dissect that you’re mustering that smile for him. To make him feel a little less guilty about asking about your grandmother. You probably can detect that he knows you’re faking it for him and to avoid making things even more awkward he decides to ignore it all and to march forward with the story.“Mmm, right. Yes. So I was on the way to the shed when I began hearing the faint sound of music playing. And the air? It smelled of smoke. If it were a horror movie, I would’ve been dead because I went to investigate where all of it was coming from.”“Oh you would be so dead. Curiosity always kills the cat in those movies.”“Exactly, “ Taehyung crows, shaking his head at his foolishness and naivety. He felt so invincible back then.“The music was definitely coming from the Lee house, they were the nearest and no one lived behind my grandparents house. It all backed up to the woods. And for some fucking reason, I knew it was her.”“So I took a chance. I crossed the property line. Squeezed between two loose wood slats on the fencing, to get a better inspection of what was going on over there."His eyes shift and he notices that the cafe is pretty empty. At some point a few more customers came in but he doesn't know when they left. All that remained was a small group of women who whispered hurriedly with one another, the server, you and him."I had crossed the fence before. I'm the one who loosened the boards in the first place, but I did so to stealthily retrieve a baseball thrown too high or to sneak a few peaches from Mr. Lee's trees.”“Mmm, yes! Ripe peaches right off the tree in the summer are theee best,” you declare with a slap to the table before you gather yourself as the group of women who wandered in minutes ago turn and regard your table.You clear your throat and Taehyung watches as you down the last sip of your wine. He is quick to pick up the bottle to refill your glass and then top his off as well.“Who is trying to get who drunk again?”“Not drunk. Just hydrated,” Taehyung stutters as his hand places the empty bottle back down on the table then takes a moment to take a sip. Every sip makes his tongue work faster. Easier. On he goes.“As soon as I crossed over, it didn't take much to see what was going on. I remember I got so startled at the sight of her that I almost dropped the flashlight I was carrying to the ground," he chortles as he thinks about how he scrambled to turn off the beam as soon as he saw a figure outside the Lee house."She…Bee was standing by a dimly lit window. And I think it was open because I could see white curtains blowing with the wind.""What was she doing out there," you whisper conspiratorially, peeking a glance at the women nearby."Nothing much. Just smoking a cigarette. Could make out the burning ember of it every time she took a puff. I could smell it."He looks at you and sees something flash across your face. “And then?”"I just watched. Watched her,” Taehyung huffs, his hand wipes at his eyes. They feel tired. Old visions have been swimming before his eyelids for too long.“Honestly I was so goddamn scared that if I moved she would see me. So I just stayed put.”And he did. He thinks he didn’t move one fucking centimeter as he feasted on the way Bee swayed to the music floating out of the window. Could see the smoke billow every time she took a drag from the cancer stick.Occasionally Taehyung could hear her voice blending with the words of the musician wafting out into the night time air.It was all so titillating or so it seemed right up until the point he saw her picking up a Coke can, stamping the cigarette into the ground and discarding it inside the can before stashing it in a bush not far from the window.“After she was done. She crawled into the window," Taehyung stops to exhale and then takes a deep inhale. He thinks he held his breath that night too. Closes his eyes and images of the enchanted one moves in real time.With the cigarette disposed of, Bee had ducked into the open window, cursed and hopped quietly as she rubbed her knee.Then a moment or two after tending to the wounded leg, she peeled off the white cami on her torso, and then the denim shorts down her legs. It wasn't slow. It wasn't like she was putting on a show. No, just a teenage girl peeling off her clothes efficiently. Movements were quick and automatic. After all her movements slowed again, only a pair of bright blue boy short panties remained in place.Taehyung remembers moving a little closer to the window then. Crawled a bit on his hands and knees to do so. Can almost feel the way the rough grass scruffed against his skin. Remembers the delicious need and throb that settled between his legs at the sight.“She got undressed. Not all of her clothes. But most of them. Left her panties on,” Taehyung can feel his face beginning to heat up as he shares the details. Even more so than we shared the details with the doctor.“She wasn’t in that state for long. Maybe a minute or two? She seemed to search for some particular t-shirt she must’ve really wanted to wear because she kept picking one up, sniffing it and throwing it aside. Or turning it from inside out and then looking at the front before tossing another aside. When she finally decided on a shirt to wear, the light inside her room turned off. And then I heard the window shut.”He looks up at you and your arms are folded over your chest again. But your eyes meet his. “Is that it?” You implore bending toward him.
(Song suggestion: Girl by The internet featuring KAYTRANADA)
No that wasn’t it. How could he explain to you about how he tossed and turned with images of Bee running through his brain after he finally got to his shed.How can he explain about his body running hot all over, despite stripping down to nothing and still even the night time air that was cool and prickly against his skin did nothing to relieve him.Was he supposed to tell you that he never jerked off before that moment?That he found relief by the way the soft sheets on his cot caressed his skin?That if he moved it in such a way against his aching length that it had him gasping in pleasure, causing him to repeat the action over and over again until a translucent milky fluid spurted from his cock, shot all over his chin, neck as well as his chest and pooled in his belly button?That the force had his toes curling so hard from the sensation that they hurt the next day?And after all was said and done, his fluttered closed with Bee on his brain and his lips?Of course he couldn’t share this with you. You didn’t need to know those details now."No. That wasn't it."Taehyung went back every night. At different hours of the evening. Sometimes right after dinner. From afar he would watch the way the Lee’s house would settle for the night.The main window of the house would dim and the curtains would begin to be pulled closed. And then her bedroom light would flick on and she would open her window wide. Sometimes she crawled out and looked at the stars, or smoked. And sometimes she would just lie in bed and read."I went back every night. I wish I could tell you how many. But I can't. All I can say is I made several visits.”"Oh…" Your eyes are wide again and look like you have regained sobriety."And then one night. Bee spoke to me."“What did she say?”
"I know you're out there…in the shadows."
“Bee announced that she knew I was there.”
“Come out, I can see the red jacket you’re wearing.”
“What did you do?” You asked, disbelief covering your face.“Well, I began to come out of the shadows, but she stopped me. Told me not to come any closer. So I didn’t."Taehyung can almost hear her voice. It was steady and only waivered a bit as his steps drew nearer. “Don’t come any closer. I have half the right to believe you’re a fucking pervert and possibly a serial killer.”"I apologized to her. She sounded scared.""I can understand why."Taehyung nods in agreement and hums. "Yeah, me too…now. But the seventeen year-old me just blurted out that I didn't mean to scare her. That I wasn’t a serial killer and that I only wanted to watch her. I didn’t want to hurt her.""Why? Why do you watch me?" Bee had asked, eyes shining bright despite only a sliver of the moon out that night."Because you're like no girl I've ever seen before.""And how did that go over?" You ask, breaking him out of his thoughts.Taehyung grimaces and then shrugs. "She asked me why. And I told her…that she fascinated me."“And then?” Your words come out with a bite. Taehyung is a bit taken back now.The lighthearted banter that had set the tone for most of this conversation has dissolved completely. Your questions are coming quickly and you're delivering them like he's been interrogated for a crime.It rattles him.Taehyung huffs and lets his hand rake through his hair. “She asked me who I was. What my name was.”
"I know you're the boy next door. What's your name again?"
You're quiet for a moment. "Did you tell her?""She told me she knew I was one of the boys next door. She asked me my name and I got fucking scared. I gave her something I made up on the spot.""T? As in the letter?" She had laughed then, "That's not a fucking name.""Neither is Bee."“And then I told her, I knew about her too.”“I see you know who I am." Bee had puffed on her cigarette before carrying on. "Have you been out here beating your meat every night, T?"“Then she asked me if I pleasured myself while watching her.”"Did you?""N-not while watching her, b-but after," Taehyung stammers and somehow he's feeling seventeen all over again."You're a little pervert aren't you T?" Taehyung could see that Bee was smiling when she said that, and could see the white of her teeth shimmer in the darkness."I am not a pervert. Or, I didn't mean to be. It just happened. And I couldn't stop. And she. She liked it. She liked that I watched her." Taehyung's breathing is ragged again. And he takes a moment to do what the doctor had instructed when he was feeling like this. To breathe. Nice and slow.Taehyung looks up at you and you begin to move slowly, your eyes stay on him as he reaches for his glass of water. His hands are shaking. He wrings together and claps them a bit, but nothing seems to stop the trembling."How do you know she liked it?" Despite your face being hardened, your words are soft. He must look destroyed because you're giving him eyes of pity."She. Bee told me," Taehyung licks his dry lips and straightens in his chair. "And then she asked me to touch myself in front of her.""Let me see it, T." Bee had asked as she flicked her cigarette to the ground, taking another step toward him."What?"
"Show me how you touch yourself when you're thinking of me."
Taehyung sometimes wishes that her words didn't go straight to his dick. But they did. Found himself looking around briefly before pulling down his swim trunks and taking his hardening cock out."Should I..get closer?" He had asked as he watched her crane her head toward him.She shook her head in response. "No. I can see plenty from here. You have a pretty big dick, T.""I bet you make girls scream with it."Her teasing voice only hardened him more and before Taehyung knew it he was spitting into his palm and wrapping his hand around his length. She continued to talk dirty to him until he came hard with a groan and his legs gave way so that he fell into his knees.When all the blood rushed back into his brain from his cock, Taehyung could hear her say, "Damn. That was hot T. Be back here tomorrow at 9:00." And with that she crawled back into her window, closed it and turned off her light."So I did. I-i jerked off while she watched me. And then she asked me to come back many more nights to do it for her again and again.""And you liked this?"Taehyung swallows thickly, "I loved it." His voice is hoarse with want.He did love it. Because sometimes, sometimes after Bee crawled into her room. After he was done. He swears he could hear her moaning. Could hear her whimpering. And that only fueled the fire that raged in his loins for her."So did you ever actually meet Bee?"Taehyung hates this part of the story. Just the thought of it has his want ebbing and his anxiety spiking."No…"“Not even at the corner store?”“I mean she came in with the Traegars but she didn’t talk to me. And I thought she would recognize me, but she didn’t even pay any attention to me.”“She didn’t even ask you to come out of the shadows?” You’re leaning toward him again and looking him dead in the eye.“I-She,” He took a deep breath and fragments of images and conversations flooded his brain..“I would like to meet you!” Taehyung called out after he was done cumming, making Bee halt her movements of climbing into her window.“Right now? With your chunky spunk all over you.” She giggled as she turned toward him.Taehyung didn’t know what to say to this. She was right. Did he want to meet Bee face to face with his palm filled with his seed or better yet smeared on his pants.
“I tell you what T…Meet me here around 10pm tomorrow night.”
Taehyung wanted to yell when Bee had said this. Wanted to slide across the grass like he made the winning goal in the World Cup. But he didn’t. Instead he just told her, “I will be here.”“I know you will,” she had called as she climbed inside before firmly shutting the window closed.“We planned to meet one night. But it never happened.” His teeth are working the hangnail on his thumb as he thinks about how he went back the next night exactly when she instructed him - at 10:00p.m.“Why not?”Taehyung glances up at you and he swears your eyes look sad now. Like you know what he’s going to say before he says it. But that’s not possible. Only a few people know what truly happened.That night, Taehyung had made his way to his usual spot. A space that was on an incline, tucked between a blackberry bush and a peach tree. It provided the perfect view to see Bee in her room. It also wasn’t far from where he slinked between the fence boards.Taehyung had waited there with his flashlight in hand, dressed in clothes he thought were more presentable than the clothes he usually wandered over with.On his legs clung a pair of light washed denim jeans and on his torse hung a black Nike short sleeve tee. He didn’t want to look like he was trying too hard, but he didn’t want to look uncool either.His grandparents had asked him where he was off to because he had taken a shower right after dinner. They eyed him suspiciously when he stated that he got super sweaty while working at the corner store but they didn’t pry any further.However, his grandfather made sure to tell him to be safe before Taehyung made his way back to the shed to get changed."The moon is full and it makes animals and people crazy," his grandfather had snuffed.Taehyung wishes he would’ve listened to his grandfather that night.“We didn't meet because even the best laid plans can fall apart,” Taehyung shares finally. “Bee asked me to meet her at a certain time and I went out there and I waited for her. It felt like forever. And then…"Taehyung can feel bile rising up in his throat. The memory of it all still caused a reaction.Suddenly, Taehyung is aware that your fingers are wrapping around his that are on the table.“Until..” you gently prod.
(Song suggestion: Bullet With Butterfly Wings by The Smashing Pumpkins)
His stomach lurches as he thinks about hearing footsteps coming down Mr. Lee's drive. How they moved around sloppily, making the gravel shuffle around like marbles on a wooden floor.And as the footsteps grew near, drunker giggling mixed with hushed whispers, accented with tiny hiccups punctuated the air."Shhhh…quiet or they'll hear you."
"I am being quiet. You're the one making all the noise."
As two figures wobbled closer to the house, Taehyung fumbled with the flashlight that he brought with him every night. Panicked when it rolled out of his grasp and threatened to tumble onto the ground. Was thankful his ambidextrousness was blessed upon him because he was able to catch the metal thing with one hand and press the beam into fabric on his chest.
"Didja see that?"
Everything got quiet. Even the creatures of the night. All he could hear was his own breathing, which he held quickly as sweaty his thumb fiddled with the switch to turn the flashlight off.One figure looked around aimlessly and the other looked pointedly at the cluster of trees and bushes that Taehyung was taking refuge in."Why are you trying to scare me, Johnny?" Bee had slapped Johnny’s chest then.More giggling."You're such a fucking scaredy cat,” Johnny’s voice bellowed out and Bee is quick to shush him with presumably a hand over his mouth because the following words were incoherent and muffled.
“Bee showed up with Johnny fucking Traegar wrapped all over her. They were drunk and all over each other.”
Swaths of bitterness coats Taehyung's words as he remembers how angry he felt when he realized that Bee was bringing Johnny to the Lee house when she had promised to meet Taehyung that night.Sure, Bee spent plenty of time with the Traegars during the day. There was much speculation that they were dating.Taehyung felt like the daytime was a different dimension with its own set of rules.But the nights?Well, Taehyung felt like Bee belonged to him when the sky grew dark. She would wait for him before she got undressed to get ready for bed. And sometimes she would caress her skin and look longingly into the space Taehyung held vigil.And many times she stood outside her window while smoking her cigarette and whispered naughty things to him. Filthy things. Words that he had never heard, let alone an almost woman speak.So to say the least, rage blurred and then sharpened his eyesight that night. Could see Johnny Traegar’s arms wrapped around Bee’s coveted waist from the back, surely his dick tucked pressed between her round asscheeks.And Bee?Well she giggled with every wobbly step they took toward her darkened window. They looked like they were trying their best to be quiet but in actuality they were failing miserably.Taehyung remembers hoping that Mr. Lee would come out and knock the shit out of Johnny. The man looked lively enough to do so.“I couldn’t see much. But I know they were kissing. Making out.” Taehyung shakes his head to try to clear the thoughts that cloud his vision but it doesn’t work.Can see Johnny’s head moving as sloppily as his steps were from earlier. And Taehyung swears he could hear the sighs and squeaks that were emitting from their mouths as they sucked on each other’s faces."Little pig, little pig let me in,” Johnny snorted out as he pushed Bee up against the side of the house, right next to her window. His body grinding against hers“I know he wanted to fuck her. He asked her as much,” Taehyung huffs and reaches for the wine but realizes that the bottle is empty and has been for some time now.
"Pfft, what? You think I'm gonna fuck you with my mom and grandpa just a few steps away?"
“Bee refused him. Bee pushed Johnny away at that point.”"C'mon babe. Bee? Don't leave me hanging like this,” Johnny had begged, arms wide and open before pointing down to his crotch. Taehyung couldn’t see much from that angle and he felt smug that he couldn’t."Your hand will work fine tonight, buddy." Bee had giggled as she began to make her way inside the window.“Johnny tried to grab her, but she shut him down. Bee was tough like that,” Taehyung is always amazed when he looks back at that time. There weren’t many kids, let alone boys his age that would’ve said no to a Traegar, but Bee did.Johnny had tried to tug her out the window then. "Fuck off Johnny," Bee had huffed as she used her heel to get him right in the gut, leaving him to crumple to his knees.Bee wormed her way inside her room and announced one last thing before shutting her window, “I don’t want to fuck you tonight Johnny and probably never will. Want to”Taehyung rejoiced in this.“I was hopeful, you know?”“After she rebuffed Johnny. I thought the universe was telling me that it was all meant to be. That Bee was made for me. That I was meant for her.”That night Taehyung watched as Johnny sulked back toward the dirt road while rubbing the spot on his torso where Bee had kicked him. Sat there and waited, and then watched as Bee yanked her curtains closed and turned off the lights.Yet Taehyung hoped that she would come out, so he continued to wait. Thought Bee would come out once she knew Johnny was gone for good.However, after counting the seconds, sixty of them thirty times, Taehyung decided it was best to return tomorrow even if you didn’t tell him to do so. So he gathered his things. The things that he took with him when visiting Bee: his backpack, a thin blanket, a small bottle of lotion he bought at the corner store, a comic book, water and a snack. Oh and his handy dandy flashlight.And just as Taehyung prepared to slide through the wooden slats of the fence, and return to his shed a rough hand yanked him back into the Lee yard.
(Song suggestion: Chop Suey by System of a Down)

“What the hell are you doing here, fuckface?”
“But that wasn’t it. The universe was telling me that I had played with fire for too long and it was time for me to get burned.”Fucking Johnny Traegar had a grasp so tight on Taehyung’s shirt collar that it ripped easily in his captor's hands. Johnny’s nails scratched away a layer of skin on Taehyung’s neck.The muscular man tossed him around like Taehyung weighed nothing. And his eyes were filled with murderous rage.Still haunts Taehyung to this day.The white that surrounded his irises were replaced by a violent red. While the eyes themselves almost seemed to pop out of the brutes skull as he screamed and cursed Taehyung’s name.He can still feel and smell the acridity of Johnny's spit as it splattered across the skin on his face.Now that Johnny was closer, Taehyung could see the sinewy muscles that rippled thanks to the sleeveless red shirt he wore. The jean shorts that dawned the burly dude looked like they were homemade and passed down from several family members, the ends were tattered and possibly scorched.What made matters even worse is that Johnny didn’t just beat Taehyung in muscles. No. He also towered above Taehyung. Johnny up close and personal looked like a man well on his way to his thirties and not his twenties.
“I thought I saw something out this way. Thought you were some fucking animal. But no it’s worse! It’s your dumb, stank, perverted dickweed ass! What the fuck are you doing on my girlfriend’s property dipshit?!”
Although Taehyung had planned the excuses every time he squeezed between the fence, looking for bullfrogs, stargazing, every single one of them fled or hid from Johnny.There wasn’t one excuse that his brain could conjure up as his body stiffened with fear. All he could do was splutter as Johnny dragged him further from the fence line and closer to the Lee house.“Johnny caught me before I could make it back to my grandparents’ property. Yanked me up like I was a ragdoll. Began grilling me about what I was doing over on his girlfriend’s property. Began shouting as loud as a fucking car alarm,” Taehyung recalls as sweat begins to dot his brow line.You don’t say a word, but the hand wrapped around his tightens its hold. Comforts and reminds him that everything he is saying already happened. That the damage is already done.“Hey everyone! We got ourselves a fucking pervert!” Johnny bellowed into the air. Taehyung could remember a light flickering on inside the Lee house.“You looking at my girl”, Bee? Huh? You fucking creep?” Johnny growled, pulling Taehyung impossibly closer so that their noses practically touched.“I- I wasn’t-”“-You fucking were you fucking creep. Admit it you were looking at Bee weren't you?” Johnny roared and Taehyung swore the roided man was going to pop a vein in his head if he continued with the current energy level.This was a brief reprieve in yelling though. And Johnny didn’t really want an answer. That was obvious to Taehyung because Johnny doesn't wait for an answer.No Johnny does the answering by slamming his rock of fist into Taehyung's to which he immediately felt a blooming throb spread from his eye socket to his nasal cavity and all the way to the molars in his jaw.
“Is this what you do when you're here you fucking pervert? Just fucking spy on all the fucking women in town? Are you looking at my sisters too?!”
The opportunity to respond is robbed again by Johnny hitting him again and this time instead of a thud, a wet smack rings in Taehyung’s ears and he knows he’s bleeding before he tastes it.Taehyung didn’t know how to fight then. Not really. Didn’t learn until a year later. So it was no surprise that his body was already crumpling to the ground from the force of the second blow to his face.But Johnny's tirade didn’t end. His boot jutted between Taeyhung’s shoulder blades and forced him deeper into the soil, right before Johnny kicked him in the gut. The impact was so strong that every little wisp of air in Taehyung’s body rushed out of him and he struggled to regain his breath.He could hear screaming. And it wasn’t just him or Johnny. Taehyung tried to open his eyes, but he was met with blurred images. But he knew Bee was there.Knew she was watching as Johnny continued to rain blow after furious blow to his body. So many that Taehyung not only lost count, but also his consciousness.And there's no more recollection of that night. Everything had burned black.—-------------------------
(Song suggestion: Reminiscence by Olafur Arnalds, Alice Sara Ott)
“And when he was done yelling, Johnny began to beat the shit out of me until I lost consciousness,” Taehyung is trying his best to collect himself, and can feel his body shivering although he was burning up all over.“Oh, Taetae,” Taehyung had heard his grandmother sigh as his eyes tried to open and then focus under the brightness in the room.
“Halmi, where am I?”
She had shushed him and brought a straw up to his mouth so he could drink some water. “You’re in the hospital. But you will be okay.”When his eyes focused he could see the worry in his grandmother’s eyes and instantly felt bad about everything that had happened.
“Do you know-”
“-Why are you here Taetae?” His grandmother finished his sentence for him as she gingerly ran her hand over his forehead and then tenderly down his cheek. He tried not to wince under her gentle touch. But his whole face aches.
“I do. That Lee granddaughter Taetae we...We told her to stay away from her…”
Taehyung remembers the tears that gathered in his grandmother’s eyes then. It was the first time he saw disappointment on her face while speaking to him. Made him instantly begin weeping.“I tried, Halmi. I tried.” He wailed as his grandmother pulled him close.“I don’t remember too much once Johnny began hitting me. I really just remember waking up in a hospital in the next town over with my grandmother beside me. She told me that Johnny had told her and my grandfather as well as the Lees what he found that night. Basically that I was getting off in the bushes watching Bee. And that I was probably doing that with other women in town. My grandparents tried to pursue charges, but the local enforcement were thick with the Traegar family so there was nothing to be done.”“And because the Traegars ran the town, my grandparents thought it was best if I returned home to my parents and healed there. Let the gossip simmer down. So I did. I went back home as soon as I was released from the hospital.”Taehyung looks up at you and a tear spills from your eye and begins to run down your cheek before you’re flicking it away with your thumb.“That’s awful Tae,” you sniff as you lean over the table and allow your free hand to grasp his other hand.He doesn’t know what else to say. He tries to muster up a smile but he can’t, so he only nods. This is why he hates this story. It’s a sad one.It took him years to get to the point he is now. Tried his best to move forward with his life since one chapter of it had ended.When his grandparents died, Taehyung took his small share of the inheritance to go to culinary school. His brother went into the military and then eventually took over running the farm and his sister went to university and earned a veterinary degree.“Did you tell your grandparents what really happened?”Taehyung sighs and reluctantly pulls his hands from your grasp so he can lean back into his chair. His back was aching. “More or less. I told them that Bee and I were friendly. That I wasn’t a Peeping Tom.”“Did they believe you?”Taehyung’s hand comes to rub at his chin. This is something that he has thought many times about. He’s never doubted the support from his grandparents, parents or siblings. They were all there for him after the incident.“They said they did. I think my grandmother believed me…but my grandfather…I’m not too sure.”You hold his stare and then ask quietly, “What about Bee? Did she-”“-Come to my aid? Tell people what we did together?” Taehyung lets out a rueful chuckle. “No. I never heard or saw Bee ever again.”Your mouth slowly opens and then claps shut. “I-I’m sorry.”“It’s not your fault, Y/N.” Another exhale escapes between his lips.“What I did was wrong. And I was warned about her. Many times. From Mr. Sing, from the company she kept to my grandparents…yet I didn’t stay away when I should have.”“Curiosity didn’t kill the cat,” but the cat still got its ass beat really well,” Taehyung adds with a wry smile.You shake your head in disbelief and scoff. “I can’t believe you’re making a joke about this. Therapy must really be working wonders.”Taehyung tilts his head to you and raises his eyebrow. “Oh I only shared about watching Bee. We haven’t discussed Traegar beating my ass yet, darling.”You nod slowly to him. He's not lying. Taehyung didn't get into the physical altercation with Traegar. A part of him felt it was appropriate for pain to fall upon him because of his devious ways. Felt like redemption in some way.Until Bee showed up, Taehyung was under the Traegar's radar for years. He knew what the townspeople whispered about Bee and Johnny, yet he came back every night despite it all. He definitely had played with fire.“Did You ever go back to the farm?” You ask gently, eyes scrutinizing his face."Hmm I did. But when I did, it was because my grandfather was dying. That was the last summer I ever spent there."Taehyung's grandfather got pneumonia at the end of the year and died from the complications that the illness brought to his body.His grandmother died nine months later. The doctors said it was from old age. But Taehyung always thought it was because of a broken heart.They were married for fifty years, his grandparents. They spent most of their lives together. Grew up together, worked the farm together and raised a family together.When his grandfather died it was like all the light in his grandmother faded away. It seemed that sadness settled deep within her bones and aged her terribly. It was like her reason for continuing life was dismantled.“I've gone back over the years. My brother oversees the farm with his wife. I've taken my monsters there for a few weeks at a time. But it's never been the same for me."Taehyung hears you sniff but he can’t look at you. His eyes run hot with tears and he knows if he looks at you they will fall.“Sometimes I wonder if my actions, my mistakes that summer, were the catalysts of my grandparents getting sick. Some fucked up balance to the universe for being so…inappropriate with Bee.”You get up and slowly make your way over to his chair. Your arms wrap around him and squeeze. Taehyung can feel the tears slipping down his face.Can feel a release wash over him and swears he can feel his soul stitching back together with every second you hold him.He doesn’t know how long you hold him. He’s just so fucking glad you are.“I’m sorry, Taehyung. I'm so sorry.” You give him one more tight squeeze before you let him go and step away to look down at him."You remind me of her."(Song suggestion: Limit To Your Love by Feist)He didn't mean to let those words roll out of his mouth. But they do. Well they did. Well they're…out. Now.Maybe the wine made his lips too loose or maybe breathing you in made him intoxicated with poor judgment. But he said what he said. And he means it.Nonetheless, you back away from him and return to your chair, but you don't sit. Your fingers grip the top curve of the seat and your gaze floats to the window. Taehyung can't help but follow your lead.The streetlights are on. There’s a golden glow dotting the bare sidewalks, but there's very little to look at. The drizzle and cold have pushed people into their homes."I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" He begins, but it’s your turn to cut him off."How?"Your eyes snap toward him and they narrow so much so that it sends a chill over him despite the everlasting warmth that has permeated the cafe.Your tone. It’s different again too. Before it was filled with melancholy but now it seems curt. And your hands are clutching the chair so hard that your knuckles are prominent.Taehyung has to tear his eyes away from yours.The look you give him signals that despite everything he has told you over the last few hours, confessing that you remind him of Bee was possibly the absolute worst thing he could say right now.But he promised to tell you the truth. And the truth is that you do remind him of Bee.“I just mean you. Her..” he looks at his hands and tries to find the right words to convey what he feels. "The two of you had..have this confidence that’s… It’s like you are who you are and if someone doesn't like it they can-""-Shove it up their ass?"He sighs and nods. “Yeah, something like that.”You get it. Don't you?"I-I mean, you’re more beautiful than her,” Taehyung stutters out as his hands wring together. He wants to let you know that he cares for you more than he ever did for Bee though. That you weren’t some seat filler for her. But he had to share her. Tell you about her so that you could try to see that he wasn’t a creep, that he was just an unusual man."Right…” You nod slightly before unwrapping your coat from the back of the chair and hang it loosely on your forearm.Taehyung’s feet are planting into the floor and he tries his best to stand up quickly, but wobbles. He has to admit that the sudden turn in events has discombobulated him. "Are you-"“Thank you…” You cut him off again as survey the table, the remaining glasses and the empty wine bottle laid there. Your eyes meet his.“Thank you for this,” you emphasize, gesturing toward the table and then to him and back to yourself.You add, “I know this is abrupt, but I need to leave,” you sigh as you slip one arm into your coat, which has Taehyung moving toward you to help you get your other arm through since it looked like you were struggling.Although all of his motions feel slow, yours seem to move in hyperspeed."But you didn't share what you wanted to say." He breathes close to your neck, can see a rash of bumps raise in your skin as he adjusts your coat collar.You sigh, step away and turn toward him. "I know…but right now. My brain just…" You shuffle your feet and tug your coat tighter around you."I just need to think."Once your coat rests on your shoulders, you snatch up the small purse dangling from the chair and begin walking hotly toward the exit."Where are you going to go?" He calls out, making the server and the last few patrons turn toward him, but he doesn’t care if he’s making a scene.You’re leaving like this and he can’t understand why.Taehyung thought that the story would be the thing to set you headed to the door, but no, it seems that comparing you to Bee is what really set you off.Was comparing you to Bee so wrong? Maybe it was. You are an original. You’re not like anyone else. Fuck he feels so fucking dumb to say such a thing.He’s instantly trailing after you, feet are stumbling thanks to the alcohol. Taehyung hastily picks his coat up from the hooks that line the wall next to the entrance.You spin to him as you tug the brass door knob. "Home."You say it so casually that it makes his head spin. The two of you have been discussing his dark history for hours and you’re trying to end the night like the two of you only discussed the current state of the world."Can I walk you…home?"Taehyung hopes you will say yes because right now he doesn’t know what else to say. And if you say no, he feels this could be the end of any hope he ever had with making you his. He tries to read your expression as he pops the collar on his wool coat and hears the cafe door shut hard behind him."Sure," you call over your shoulder.It’s colder outside than hours earlier. Steam is puffing out of your mouth and nose as you march down the sidewalk. Taehyung damn near sprints to catch up with you. Your pace is quick and short.He's relieved that you agreed he could walk you home, but he guesses you only agreed because you are both headed in the same direction. Your home is literally across from his."Darling, are you angry with m-"(Song suggestion: It Break by Leon Vynehall)You stop abruptly, but when you turn toward him, you do it slowly. He can hear your heels dig into the pavement below. Another sigh leaves your lips as you look down the road as you stuff your hands into your pockets."Tae. We have done a lot of talking tonight. A lot. Can we-" you look at him and then up at the sky.He glances up too. There is no moon out. Just a few stars and a couple of clouds painting the night view."Can we just walk? In silence?"Taehyung looks back at you and your eyes are pleading for him to say yes. And before he can answer you are walking again. But this time your pace is slower than before. Steps even.And he chooses to hold his tongue. He debates if he should walk behind you or next to you. If this is truly the last time, he’d rather be beside you than behind you.You glance over at him and give him a tight smile when his shoulder brushes against you. Although his heart is heavy he musters up his own smile and regards you as his steps fall in line with yours.You want silence? Some quiet? He can do that. He's just happy that he's by your side.Even though questions are knocking around in his brain, some so loud he wonders if you hear them, he keeps his mouth shut.The loudest thought is, you haven’t shooed him away. That maybe his presence isn't revolting. Maybe he still has a chance.At least Taehyung is next to you. And maybe he doesn’t have his arm wrapped around and he’s not whispering in your ear dirty jokes to get you to giggle.But having your arm brush against his, is the closet he’s been to that daydream in months. And he consciously makes an effort to savor the moment. Savor being in your presence like he’s been doing for most of the afternoon and the evening despite the uncomfortable topics discussed.The two of you continue to walk in your agreed upon silence. A bus rattles by and a handful of cars, but other than that the streets are pretty bare.Only yours and his shoes tap along the pavement. The mist has faded and the cold crisp air provides whiffs of something savory and warm inside one of the many buildings passed by.He wonders if it is a stew or soup because it smells of herbs and of vegetation simmering.The sight of your shared building comes into view and Taehyung is looking forward to and dreading the impending arrival. Anticipating the warmth of his home,but dreading your absence.Once there, the two of you ascend the stone steps, shoulders pressed tightly, footsteps slowing by measure but matching in synchronization.The second floor landing comes into view and Taehyung can feel his heart pounding louder. He wonders if you can hear it over the dull droning of a television coming from behind the walls.If you do, you make no mention or notice of it. You don’t say anything even when you stand face-to-face with him.Taehyung walked you home now. He did so in the silence that you requested. Can he talk?Can he ask you if you’re angry with him again?Can he ask you if he will see you again?Talk to you again?“Taehyung.”Oh good you’re speaking first. But wait. Is this…?“I can see it was really difficult for you to share that story with me. And I can understand why,” your hand comes out of your pocket and a cluster of keys are fisted into it.You break his stare and your eyes float toward the ground, to your shoes. "I don't want to leave you like this tonight. I wish I could have the right words. But I don't. Not tonight.""Do you need more time?" Taehyung whispers, he angles his head to try to get you to look at him, but it doesn't work.At best you're staring at the keys in your hand. And you nod, lips pressed tightly together. Your eyes flash to his and he can tell they look misty.The whole scene makes him want to shatter. Because there seems to be so much you want to say. So many things you are thinking but you are refusing to share it.Maybe it's because you're scared of him? Maybe it's because you don't want to break his heart.He exhales, and it comes from deep within his chest. "Alright.""Okay," you say just as slow as his 'alright.' You give him your hand. "Good night Taehyung."He takes your hand. He's thrilled that you've offered it. There's so many things he loves about you. But this is one of them. It's like you know exactly what he needs. Yes, he will take your hand if he can not have your lips.And once taken he's slow to move your knuckles to his lips, kisses the jeweled middle finger.Watches you as you watch him. He lets his lips rest there for a moment longer before you are withdrawing your hand and then backing up to your door.You give him a small smile and turn away from him. He can hear the lock release as you turn the key. He watches. He’s not being a creep. He’s being a gentleman.Taehyung hears the click, but you don’t turn the knob. You stand there for a moment. And just before Taehyung is about to ask if you are okay, you’re turning back to him."Just so you know. I have made many mistakes too. In my past. And will make more mistakes in the future. I think it was really brave of you tonight to admit your past mistakes."And with that you're turning your doorknob, squeezing your way inside your home before closing and then locking the door.—-----------------------(Song suggestion: I’ll Call You Back by Erykah Badu)Taehyung is not sure what time it is. It's daytime. He can see a faint light outlining his bedroom curtains.There's a banging but it's not inside his head. It's in his front door.Walking clumsily out of his bedroom, Taehyung stumbles into a corner of his wall as he rubs hard at the sleep that sits weighted on his eyelids. His fingers numbly fiddle with the locks and barely peels the door open when a white Nike Airforce One is jamming into the gap and an elbow is wedging between the door space."That took forever, asshole. I need my caffeine fix now! I texted you -Whoawhatthefuckhappenedtoyou?"It's Yoongi.Taehyung can feel his shoulders slump in exhaustion and disappointment as his grouchy friend steamrolls past him and makes a direct line toward his Nespresso machine. Yoongi's steps only falter a bit as he goes about preparing his next caffeine hit."You hungover or something?" He asks Taeyung, as he begins fiddling with the machine's buttons, jamming a coffee pod into the thing before throwing an examined look over his shoulder.Taehyung can only mutter a no before he's shuffling over to his fridge and snagging a bottle of water, which he guzzles with haste.Once it’s empty he’s tossing it toward the recycle bin, it bounces off the rim and clatters onto the floor. The sound bounces on his nerves and makes him grit his teeth.Taehyung sighs deeply as he squints at inky black hair that has grown unruly on his friend’s head. Also takes in the way his gray t-shirt hangs loosely from his frame. The shirt is so big that only a few centimeters of his black shorts can be seen.."Did you fuck someone? Are they here now? Was it Y/N? Am I interrupting?" Yoongi hush whispers as he tiptoes to look conspiratorially down the hallway to where Taehyung’s bedroom resides.Taehyung’s arms drop to his sides, his fingers gesture to his form, up and down. "Does it look like I've been fucking someone?"Yoongi gives him a once over and shrugs before walking to get a mug from the cupboard and placing it under the spout just when the coffee begins to sputter from the machine's opening. The coffee smells good, clears some of the cobwebs in his brain.But Taehyung knows it doesn't taste good."I mean it looks like someone could've been fucking you. Which is kinda unfair because I told you that if you're ever looking for some backdoor action you should ask me. I could help you,” Yoongi chuckles and Taehyung dramatically throws himself into a kitchen chair.“Oh, shit,” Yoongi spits out quickly and is rushing toward him with an envelope in his hand. Sorry, this belongs to you. Was on your doormat.”Yoongi flings a big, brown envelope down into his table and it slides right in front of Taehyung.The package is for him. His name is printed neatly on the top of it. The handwriting is somewhat familiar,Taehyung has only seen it once before. .Quickly he’s scurrying to his kitchen blinds and yanking them down. Your blinds are closed tight. His heart drops far down into his gut.“Fuck,” Taehyung huffs, scratching his head.What the fuck is in the envelope?Could it be legal documents? God, he hopes not. No, it can't be. Someone would have to serve him in person right?(Song suggestion: Peter Pan by Brainstory)Taehyung walks back to the table and he lets his hand graze the brown paper. There's definitely some papers inside. The package is rather thin too.“What the fuck is going on?” Yoongi’s alarmed voice breaks into his headspace. Taehyung glances up at his friend and notices that worry covers his face.Yoongi’s eyebrows are pinched together and his eyes dart between Taehyung's face, the envelope and the window blinds.“You’re starting to freak me out. Is something going on? Is this about Y/N?”“I think so? We met yesterday…to…discuss some things," Taehyung is biting on his thumb again, staring at the package. He really should stop biting his nails."I don’t think it ended well. And now you show up with this.” Taehyung tilts his head toward the paper while folding his arms across his middle. He tries to keep his voice steady but he can tell Yoongi is reading through his bullshit.“Want me to open it for you?” Yoongi takes a few steps toward the table and Taehyung is launching toward the table to snatch up the envelope with sweaty fingers.Taehyung knows Yoongi means well. But whatever is in the envelope, Taehyung would rather open it alone.“No. But thanks. Listen? Yoongs, I need...uh, a moment.” Taehyung is waving the envelope around and he can feel the contents shuffle inside.Yoongi gives him a leery once over and even catches the way Taehyung swallows hard. He takes a sip of his coffee, nods and then carefully places the coffee mug on the table.“Are you okay?” Yoongi asks, placing both of his palms onto the table so he can lean upon it and stare at him with unwavering scrutiny.“I think so….”Fuck, calm the fuck down.“I just…need some to..wake up.” Taehyung rolls out, trying his best not to look at the envelope in his hands. “It was a long night.”Yoongi relents his examining gaze and straightens his posture. “Fair enough,” he supplies as picks up the coffee mug and takes another mindful sip.“Well, I will get out of your hair then," Yoongi hums as walks around the table and makes a beeline for the front door."I will return your cup later,” Yoongi announces, holding the cup in the air as pulls open the door.“And Taehyung?”Taehyung gulps at the mention of his name. But also because Yoongi looks at him knowingly, like he knows Taehyung that whatever happened the day before was most likely tied to the contents in the envelope.“If you need to talk?” Yoongi states coolly as he turns back to look at him and then at the envelope in his hands.“You know where to find me.”Taehyung can offer him a slight grin paired with a nod, one that Yoongi returns easily before stepping over the threshold and closing the door firmly behind him.The moment the door slams closed, the envelope feels like it’s burning Taehyung’s fingertips. And without much thought, he’s tearing at the paper and pouring its items onto the kitchen table.His throat gets stuck in his throat as soon as he sees what lies inside. Confusion clouds his brain, but then the confusion gives way to anger.How the fuck did you get this? These?His brain is spiraling as his trembling fingers pick up each item,scrutinizing each one before his legs jog him down his hallway to retrieve his phone. He enters your contact and his call goes straight to voicemail. He hangs up and presses your contact again and it’s the same fucking thing.This only makes him angrier. What in the fuck were you thinking?“Call me.” Taehyung huffs to himself after the third call that goes unanswered. Your voicemail is still full.He texts you. Several times. And not one is returned.Taehyung tries to manage his breathing as he stalks his kitchen floor, gaze flitting between the items littering his table, and then his phone. Taeyhung doesn’t know how long he’s been doing this, but it feels like hours, and then years.What he really has the half mind to do is drive to your office. He wants to make a scene, but then he thinks that would only make matters worse. Could get the cops involved. He doesn’t need that kind of attention. Not now. Absolutely not.So he paces. He thinks you must enjoy this shit. Punishing him. Making him wait. Always fucking waiting for you. He wants to call you out of your name, but he refrains. For now. If you come to him, he will have his retribution.Where the fuck are you? He glances at the time and sees it’s a little after 2:00pm.He’s so fucking mad. How could you leave this shit on his doorstep without one goddamn explanation? Do you hate him? Is he that terrible of a person you leave this shit on his doorstep without any warning.Okay, he has been his own worst enemy. Yes, he has thought himself of a monster. But all of this makes him believe you think that too.(Song suggestion: To Speak of Solitude by Brambles)You are probably sitting in your office getting so much entertainment at the thought of him reeling at home right now. Taehyung’s legs are buckling at the thought, they hit the hardwood floors with a thunk. A tortured sound comes from his chest as his nails claw onto the surface.Fuck everything. Fuck every fucking rule you’ve made for him recently. He will find you. That’s what he will do. Find you and make you fucking answer his fucking questions.Taehyung wills himself off the floor and struggles to his coat closet to slide on his shoes, when a small knock on his door has him halting. He knows it is you. So he’s tugging on your arm through the door before he barely opens it because he know it’s fucking you.And he’s right.You release a startled sound as he drags you inside, then spins and pins you against the door. He doesn’t allow his body to press into yours even if it is screaming to do so. No, this isn't about his body’s yearning anymore, but this moment is about him.And answers. It’s your turn to finally fucking talk. Explain yourself.“What the fuck is that shit?” Taehyung’s voice comes out as a growl and his head indicates to the table. Your fingers attempt to grasp at his shirt and he knocks them away quickly.“Tae-”“Don’t fucking Tae me!” He roars and watches as you recoil into the door. The sight gives him some sick pleasure that expands in his chest. Makes him shift closer to you.You deserve this after all.You’ve been playing games. This whole time is sure of it.From sucking his cock in the open area, dropping the panties and then bringing him new ones. Going to see your fiance when Taehyung was actively fucking you almost every night fro weeks. And then wanting to hang out with him and his kids.You’ve been fucking with his brain on purpose. A fucking cruel joke.“You’ve been playing with me all along haven’t you? Is this what you enjoy doing? Breaking hearts?”Your face covers with confusion for a moment before it’s changing into something else. “What? No! I’m not playing games, Tae. I can expl-.”“- Then fucking explain!” He roars again, feet wheeling away from you while his hand wraps around your arm and drags you to follow his path. He can feel you struggling to keep up with his pace, but that’s fine by him. Time for you to stop playing coy. You’ve been doing this shit for way too long.“Sit,” Taehyung orders while pulling out a chair and throwing you into it. You tumble a bit and your hand lands on the floor for a brief moment before you right yourself and sit up slowly. Your jaw is set firmly and your eyes steely.He makes sure to keep his eyes on you as rounds the table and pulls the chair opposite you out angrily and plants himself with a thud.“Explain what the fuck is on my table.”You lock eyes with him and then slowly your eyes drift to the items arranged on the table. Almost all of them are photos. He sees your bottom lips trembling as your eyes dart from one photo and then another and then another.Your lips part for a moment and the clamp tight.“Speak,” he urges, ruffling his hair and then nibbling on his nail. His knee is jerking under the table.You don’t though. You just look at him and this makes him angrier.“For fuck’s sake Y/N,” Taehyung screams, his voice breaks a bit as he slams his fist into the table. You jump at this.“What do you want me to say?” You gulp looking back at him.Taehyung laughs and he can hear the madness lacing every chuckle. “I don’t know? How about how the fuck you got these? Why you fucking left them on my fucking doorstep like I would fucking understand WHY you have them?!”You startle again. And he’s almost sorry that his tone did that to you. But then his eyes settle on a photo. It’s of his grandfather. Much younger looking and he’s standing right next to Mr. Lee. Not just standing, but each of their arms are draped on each other’s shoulders.The photo enrages him.But he waits, lets the anger simmer in his veins.He remains still but allows his eyes to wander back to your face. Your lips are still trembling and then he sees a tear squeeze out of the corner of your eye and roll down your cheek.“I- I need answers Y/N. You make me so goddamn crazy? D’you know that?” He asks, this time his voice is more even. Not as loud. He’s rising out of his seat, almost like his body being pulled up by strings.Before Taehyung realizes it, his hand is wrapping around the column of your neck, using it to haul you back to your feet.“I know…you make me crazy too,” you finally whisper as you wipe at the tear that’s now hanging from your chin.“Those,” you say, lifting up your finger and pointing to the photos. “Those are mine. They belong to me.”Taehyung sees red. He thought so. But now you’ve admitted it. He’s suddenly swiping everything that is on the table onto the floor while his hand stays grasped around your neck. Your pulse is fluttering. And all the items clatter to the floor and it makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up.“Say more,” he barks out. Your hands wrap around his wrist of the fingers are strangling your throat. You shake your head and his grasp tightens. “I c-can’t,” you gasp out, eyes large and watering.Taehyung releases his grip and you fall onto the floor. You’re heaving but scrambling fast. Not away from him but to the photos. You sort through them, turning the one upside down, over. You stop at one and flip it over. It’s the one that has his grandfather with Mr. Lee.“T-this is my grandfather, Andreas Lee. He owned a farm near Mildred Lake.”Taehyung struggles to swallow, but he shakes his head in denial. The small town, Atwood, was where his grandparents’ farm resided and was only a few miles from the lake of which you speak of.You sort through the other items and hold up another toward him. “This,” You hold it up further to him, almost triumphantly. You’re on your knees now.Taehyung already saw this photo. Already knows who is in it. It’s a young woman, in her mid teens, posing next to a blue bike. Her teeth are a bit crooked, but she’s smiling proudly. One arm resting comfortably on the handlebar.“It’s me,” you breathe out, fanning the photo next to your face. Your eyes dart to the image and then back to him. Your free hand plants over your heart. “I’m Bee, was Bee.”“Bullshit,” he spits out. The girl resembles Bee. But she's a bit different in the photo than he remembers in his head.“My mother began calling me Honeybee when I was four because I would sit in a patch of clovers surrounded by them. Everybody called me Bee for short.”Taheyung hands are shaking now, his eyes flit over the items and your face. When he saw the contents, he thought you may have been someone who was close to Bee or maybe you were a Traegar yourself.But you being Bee steamrolls him.“N-no..”“You called out for Bee the night that Johnny was beating you up,” your hands are on his thighs. “And you left this note for me that night… ‘T’ did.”Taehyung’s jaw slackens, can feel it unhinge from its joints and his head feels like you thumped him in the head with something hard, yet the insides of his brain feels soft and marshmallowy. Things begin to break inside his brain. Geometric shapes surround you like some multi-dimensional aura.Surely he has lost it.Taehyung knew he was beginning to lose it when he began messing with you. But he’s certain that the time of madness is upon him.He goes to step around you, but you’re quickly latching yourself to him. “Where are you going?”He feels like laughing. It was hours ago he asked you a similar question. But he doesn’t answer you because he doesn't know where he's going. All he knows is that he wants to get away from you.Nonetheless, you're wrapped around his left leg and he can't seem to shake you off for long. As he spins the corner to make it to you are back on him. Grabbing him by the shoulders."Tae, can you stop and let me explain,” you huff as you meet his gaze.But he’s laughing again, it’s high-pitched. You are real fucking funny today. “You just love telling me what to do.”“What do you mean?”Taehyung can’t help but laugh harder even though his rage is reignited. “What do I fucking mean?!“ His fist slams into the wall.And you’re jumping again, the photo of Bee fluttering from your fingertips and wisping down to the floor.“Bee?” Taehyung can feel the sneer painting his lips as he whispers out the name. "Y/N? You don't remember?" He takes a step toward you, so close he can practically feel your breath on his face.His voice goes to a mocking tone, “Don’t get too close to me.""Stay there and touch yourself for me. Wait for me," he continues and can see each one hitting you exactly where he wants it to - your gut.Taehyung guffaws again, "And the most current ones: Give me space…give me time.”He lifts his hand slowly, and points his finger at you and makes sure to jab it into your chest to enunciate his point, “You sure do like to put your needs before others a lot.”You jerk back like he’s slapped you in the face and he’s glad. He watches as your face wilts in disgrace. Yes. It should. Because if it is true. If you’re Bee. That's all you've ever done. Is give him the list of commands for him to follow like some sick fucking pet.On your terms, on your go. All. About. You.And what did he get from it? He became a social pariah. Lost all kinds of respect from his family members. Spent decades dealing with the fallout of everything that happened that summer. Wondering if he was a fucking pervert forever.The two of you are breathing hard. But no words are uttered.(Song suggestion: Permission by Ro James)He tilts his face closer to yours. “Oh?”“You have nothing to say now?” He gets so close that his nose nudges yours. Your back hits the wall next to his bedroom door. You take a raspy breath and seem to will yourself to look him in the eye. Because they were focused on his mouth.Taehyung’s finger digging into your chest, grazes up to your neck as you head cranes back. He can see the vein thumping under your skin and he traces it for a moment before his hand seizes around your throat again.“Is that your game all along? To make men worship you? To be so fucking obsessed with you that they can’t think straight? Is that why Hoseok couldn’t leave you alone?”He feels you gulp before he sees it and observes as you bite into the flesh of your bottom lip.“Don’t be shy now, darling,” his tone is condescending, but his dick is getting hard.It’s pressed against your waist and he can feel you quivering under all those clothes you have on. You have on a black jogger set, some ordinary sneakers are laced around your feet. None of itt does anything to cease the flow of blood down to his cock. Especially when you release a sigh as his thumb untucks your lower lip from the confinement of your teeth.“Mmm…yeah?” He purrs closer to your ear before he fights then loses to the urge of placing a kiss behind your ear as his nose traces the shell. Your smell is driving him deeper into the throes of madness.“You like telling me what to do? Why? So I can fuck you good? Fuck you like you need it?”Taehyung pauses and hears a squeak emit from your throat and you shuffle underneath him. His hand is tight around your throat. Taehyung swears he can feel your body heat up through your clothes. His body is now pressed against yours.“I think I’ve proven to you that I can fuck you good any time you need it darling,” Taehyung leans back to look you into you eyes and notices they are glassy. Your stuttered breath vibrates under your sweatshirt and against his chest.“But it’s been a long time for me since you proved you deserve me. Get on your knees.”“Why?’ you tremble out.“Because I asked you too.”Taehyung can feel his anger moving out in waves. If you were Bee, you owed him alot. You and Bee owed him for all the hell you put him in, not once, but twice.You hesitate and Taehyung can’t help but bend away further, leaving his hard dick pressed against your body, but adding, “I’ve done so many things for you because you asked…won’t you do that for me? Isn't the least you could do, darling? Bee?”He cocks his eyebrow at you before his focus settles on your lips. Allows his thumb to outline the soft skin stretched across them. They’re so fucking pretty. He wants them wrapped around his cock again. See you hum around it.And the thought of it all makes a groan rumble into his chest and as soon as it does your back is sliding down the wall with his fingers still tangled around your neck.. His feet adjust to give you the space to get on your knees comfortably.Once you’re on your knees, he is dragging down the black pajama pants that are sitting on his hips, letting his hardening cock pop out and the tip lands fastly on your awaiting tongue. Yeah, your mouth is already open and tongue already out before he could ask you to do so, which makes a drop of pre-cum pop out from his slt and onto your tastebuds..“You’re a nasty girl. Is this what you’ve been wanting for me again and again?” It’s a rhetorical question. He’s already shoving himself deeper into your hot mouth cavern and being eagerly sucked in.“I won’t be able to handle it if you walk away from me again Bee, Y/N. I have to tell you that now.” His voice is deep and he can feel it reverberate in his chest with the confession.You back away, letting his dick slide down against your bottom lip and then your chin. “Tae, I-I want to try this out. Us. I wanted to tell you yesterday, But after everything you to-.”Taehyung's is stopping you, his hand around your neck tightens. “If you want to be with me. Then prove it,” he states through bared teeth.God, you look so fucking beautiful. Your lips are pouty and your eyes are focused. Only on him. And Taehyung feels his dick twitch.Now he's squeezing both of your cheeks between one hand, causing your mouth to open in a wide ‘O’.So goddamn pretty and pliant for him. He hasn’t seen this in such a long time.He is so fucking hard, his dick aches to be buried somewhere inside of you. Witness his throbbing dick pointed straight for your sinful mouth. Can see your tongue glistening behind that gaping hole that has nothing to say anymore.Not one goddamn word. You glower at him though. Your eyes quint at him in defiance.But you’re dangerous.Something he’s known for months now. Even more so now because you have the audacity to stick your pink tongue out to him. That warm, hot muscle, dripping with your saliva lets him know you are practically drooling for his pipe. A bit of it escapes from your mouth and he watches it drip down your chin.However, as much as Taehyung wants to bury his cock down to the back of your throat, he's much more eager about making you confess some truths. Pound out of you all the things you've been keeping from him.He has many questions, too. And you haven't presented any opportunity for him to get his answers.Until now."Open wider," he instructs huskily but his approach is rather gentle despite the hand that helps the crown of his dick to slap against your cheek while his other hand's fingers are moving to your forehead so you are fully looking up at him.The angle is so strained that if Taehyung keeps you in this position long enough, your neck will be sore for days. That thought doesn't bother him, though. No, it excites him.Because he knows that no matter what is about to happen, you're going to remember him. If not forever, you will for a few days if not weeks. If this is it, then it’s it."Ow, Tae," you complain, a hand flying up and landing on top of his that’s on your forehead. He swats it away.What a fucking nuisance."Shut the up with all this fucking whining. You haven't said much since you walked through this door and I've been waiting weeks for answers," He criticizes sharply, every word leaving his mouth landing on you with measured cadence.Taehyung recognizes the shift. He saw it in Bee all those years ago. And he sees it in your eyes now.You're permitting. You have decided to allow him to do this to you. And a lone 'why' bullets through his brain, but the throb of his cock by the way you're looking up at him takes precedence.Your gaze softens and you stick out your tongue again, mouth wider than before but neck still craned to see him. Only him."Oh. Such a sweet girl," Taehyung coos and he sees a flash of ruefulness scan across your pupils. He will rid you of that look. You have no place to be so scorned.It doesn't take him but a moment to flop the head of his cock onto the tip of your hot tongue. And it takes him even less to urge it deeper inside your moist, speechless hole."See? I knew you didn't want to talk. You just wanted my dick in you. Right?"He chuckles as your lips tighten around his thickness. Your tongue was pressed to the underside of his length but now it slithers back into its cavern and then comes back out to flick over his slit.You whimper. Well now. Taeyhyung just can't stop himself.You're already salivating all over his cock and he's barely begun thrusting into your throat. His tip lodges to the back of your mouth and you’re instantly choking.“You can take it,” he goads as he shoves his tip further into your mouth as you regain your breath.Taehyung could die with how pretty you look gagging around his girth. And now that he's really starting to fuck your throat he's suddenly aware that you been keeping all this excellent dick sucking game to yourself for months now.In fact, the last time you sucked his cock was also, sadly, the first time. Taehyung needs another look so he maneuvers your head, just a further back with your face between his hands.Your eyes shoot to him and you splutter around him causing him to remove his dick from your mouth. Your eyes screw shut and tears pour from your face. Yet when you look back at him, your eyes are shining and your head is angling back to his sloppily covered dick."Do you like that darling? Do you like choking on my dick?"He's ramming his cock inside your mouth now. Abandonedly. You're moaning some more and your hands are now roaming all over him. One is clutching his ass cheek tightly and the other is lightly tugging and lifting his balls. Your thumb traces the seam between them.He can feel his dick in your throat with his hand.Taehyung can also hear his breathing now. Above your moans and gags. It's heavy and thick, picking up in rhythm as the sensation of his orgasm builds in his gut and balls."Fuck! I should've known you didn't want to talk. Barely even had a decent conversation back then did we? When you first sucked my dick.""You just had to have me right?" He announces this by tugging your mouth off his dick with a loud pop.He waits."What?"Taehyung scoffs at your response, his hand tightens around his cock and he uses it to smack against your now swollen lips."You wanted me for a while, yes?"Some of the mess from the eagerness of your mouth is spilling down your chin and you try your best to wipe it with your shoulder. You refuse to let go of him. He's aware of that now. Your claws are deep into the skin of his ass and your thumb keeps stroking his balls, almost absentmindedly.Taehyung smirks at all of it. He doesn't want to do this. Well part of him doesn't. But Bee's words float in his head. From a decade ago. Bee. You. Talked about getting choked by him all the time. Many of the things you whispered to him were aggressive. Pushing you down, pulling you up.You may have forgotten. But Taehyung has not.He takes his own thumb and wipes at the sludge dangling from your chin. Yours and his. And then tilts your chin back at him."Yes," you sigh and when you do, it's like he can see a heavy weight lift from your shoulders, your being."Yes, what?" He repeats, raising an eyebrow at you. He heard you fine. What he wants you to do is elaborate."I've wanted you for a long time."And before he can say more, you take him back into your mouth and swallow him down."S-shit," Taehyung chitters out, his orgasm not forgotten at all despite the break. His teeth bite together and he feels a cramp begin to work its way up through his hamstrings. But he wills the pain away.He's been thinking alot about what he would do if you came back to him like this. Wants all of this to go his way. Sure, you being Bee has thrown a bit of a rock in plan. But that’s okay. He’s flexible.Taehyung's ultimate goal is to claim you, in all the ways his mind has ever fantasized about and he plans to never let you go. You’re his now. You belong to him. He’ll make you confess it.His eyes shoot open at the thought yet he doesn't remember closing them. But now they are open and looking at the ceiling. Taehyung wants to see you so he does. And he almost regrets doing it and for not doing it sooner. Because you are his teenage fantasy personified.Taehyung cannot even count the number of times that he wished for Bee to be on his knees like this for him. Stroked himself dozens if not hundreds of times thinking of the scenario.However, this right here? Before him? Is better than anything his imagination could have conjured.Your eyes are focused on him. Your spit and his precum is spilling out of your mouth and your plump lips are sucking so perfectly. The want heard in your soft moans as your tongue works him over.Goddamn.How are you even fucking real?You swallow around him and Taehyung's head spins. Yes you're fucking real. Yes he's gonna cum. And he’s going to make sure you consume every bit of his cum.Taehyung is moving his hands to the top of your head again as his hips rut his dick forward. His cock slips past your tongue and down your throat. He can hear you gag but then the muscles contract around him and with it you're drawing his cum from the tip.It wasn’t his body that prompted his cum to spill on your lips. It was all you. He's sure of it.His orgasm shoots down his legs and makes his toes curl against the wood there. His dick spurts on your tongue and springs another stream of its hot seed into your mouth. And it feels so fucking good. It does.But his dick pulses and suddenly he thinks about that sweet pussy of yours and how that feels even better.He twitches as your tongue licks him up. Cleans him up. His eyes peel open again and he's able to move. He carefully and regretfully slips his cock from your mouth."Thank you," you say to him with a glimmer to your eye as you use your fingers to wipe around your lips."Cute." Taehyung doesn't mean those words. He says them ruefully.You rise from your knees like everything is fucking cool between the two of you. You're dusting your sweatpants and then a finger is poking at a glob of cum on your hoodie.His orgasm took a slight breath away from him but his want has not been subdued. Taehyung takes a few breaths as he watches you gather yourself. Not too many before he’s reaching for you and tearing the stupid fucking thick clothes on your body. Can hear the seams rip slightly at his brusque actions."Fuck, Tae," you gasp in exparation. And you don't fight him. You move limply in his hold, like you were ready for the onslaught.Once every article is off your body, shoes too, Taehyung is shoving you toward the bed and then shrugging his boxers, sliding out of his pants and peeling off his shirt. He looks at you and sees fear on your face.Taehyung can feel his outrage dial back.(Song suggestion: Hold On by The Internet)"Darling…" He asks softly, allowing one of his hands to stroke your calf."Are you scared of me?"He still loves you. That much he’s sure of as his fingers slide between the seam of your legs.You are quick with your answer. "No, I’m not scared of you. Never was," you hush as you lean up onto your elbows, maybe to get a better view of him as he kisses your thighs to your knees and then your shins.His lips trail up from one calf and switch to the other, tongue landing at the creases of your knee and he takes a moment to taste them.“But you look scared?” Taehyung states as he locks eyes with you and begins a long, wet lick up your leg again, notices both legs part for him.“I am,” you gasp and then flop as his tongue curves up along your waist and toward your breasts.But he neglects them and moves up so he’s face to face with you. His elbows cage you and he moves in slowly to peck at your lips and then whisper, “I wouldn't hurt you Y/N. That has never been my intent. And I’m sorry if I was too rough just no-”“You weren’t.” Your eyes are resolute as you speak those words.Taehyung doesn’t know what to say anymore. So he’ll wait for you to explain. He will lay here on top of you and wait for you to share what you are afraid of.“I’m scared I will get lost in you,” you finally confess, your hands wrapping around his neck and bringing him back down to your mouth.Such a goddamn temptress, nonetheless Taehyung can’t help but kiss you relentlessly. You’re sighing into his mouth, almost melting into him.Taehyung's hands cup your face and he’s quick to work his tongue into your mouth as he begins to wedge himself between your legs. His dick is hard again and pressed right against your wet goodness.Memories of the first time he felt inside you flash behind his eyelids and his eyes tug open. He's not gonna go fast. Taehyung can't. His ego and pride won’t let him.No matter what happens between the two of you today, Taehyung wants to ensure that you remember every moment of this day. He wants to scratch himself into your brain and heart like you did that first night of him being deep in your walls.Taehyung wants you to get lost in him. Just like he’s lost in you.His hands begin to roam your body as the kiss builds intensity. Your tongue wrestles with him and small moans escape from your mouth.Taehyung takes one of your breasts into his hand and squeezes it before he’s bending down to lick at your nipple. It’s so goddamn soft he can’t help but pop it into his mouth. And as he nibbles on it, he can feel your body open up to him.All the tension held in your body, dissolving. Maybe your resolve was fading too.He feels it as your fingers tangle in his hair and tug. Taehyung in turn moves to the ignored breasts and laves with attention, nipple pert and ready to taste.Taehyung is dripping.Can feel his dick leaking its milky precum. It’s slathering the folds of your cunt, and mixing with the thick syrup that's being supplied there by your own body. And as much as he wants to slide inch by delicious inch in you, he doesn't.He controls himself. Moves back to your mouth and devours it.Wills himself to get lost in the taste of your skin. Because what he wants is for you to beg. Beg for him to fuck you.You already admitted you want him before you began sucking his dick. Now you need to prove it. Wants you to whine and plead for him to dive inside you and flood your pussy with his cum.He knows you're close to doing that. Your skin is hot and sticky. Trembling and squirming underneath him. His skin is tacky against yours and then slipping against yours. And you keep trying to break the kiss, gasping with every attempt, groaning as he doesn’t yield the claim of your tongue.You heave a deep breath and push him by the shoulders causing his lips to part from yours. You’re shaking now. Your whole body is vibrating. And it feels so much wetter between your legs now that it makes him want to scream.'"Tae?" Your eyes are watery and wide. Lips swollen and full. Face flushed.You look so pitiful. And so goddamn desperate.Taehyung wants nothing more than to bury himself inside you, crawl all the way into your guts and steal the last of your breath inhabiting your body with his cock. But he won’t.He doesn’t answer you either. But Taehyung is a gracious lover. So he will give you a moment to catch your breath.As he moves his lips to your cheek, slithers his tongue to your ear, and nibbles on the fat of your earlobe you whine out his name. He bends his spine so his dick can slightly part your plump pussy lips. Slinks between them, glide and then kisse the pearl nestled inside.He’s rewarded another moan of his name. You tremble, then moan again, right into his ear and he can't help but chuckle."Yes, darling?" His voice is thick with arousal. Deep and hoarse."Please…"Taehyung swivels his hips, making the tip of his cock apply pressure to your clit, feels it throb against his slit and his body begins to shake as well. He wants to howl and plunge into you.Taehyung is desperate for you too. So fucking desperate.But he has to hear it. He needs to hear you say that you want him inside you. He doesn’t think that’s too much to ask considering the circumstances."T-tae," you gasp again and this time he stops all of his grinding, all of his kissing and all of his touching. Lets the full weight of his body settle back on top of yours. A heavy sigh escapes from your mouth as he sinks fully into you.Wants you to know that he will always hold you down if you let him.Taehyung allows his eyes to meet yours. But only for a moment because he knew that if he stared into them too long he would fuck you until he’s creaming in you fat and thickly."Yes darling?" His eyes focus on your ear and then the outline of your collarbone. He's waiting. You’re panting under him."Tae?" You repeat again, hands resting on his shoulders slither up his neck and your fingertips play with the fine hair at the nape of his neck.He’s fucked. His defenses are falling apart.Your touch is too much.Before Taehyung realizes it, he's grabbing your arms. Untangling them from his body as to gather your wrists into his hold and pin them to the bed."Darling," he warns. His voice is gruff and you look surprised by his actions."Are you still mad?" You ask immediately, eyes wide as you continue to hold his stare.He waggles his head and scoffs. No he's not mad anymore. If he thinks about it more clearly now, he was just confused.But now? He is frustrated.His is rock hard and pressed against your warm heat. His brain is sending every signal to his cock to find pleasure from using your tender body. Receive pleasure and return it.But his heart. His heart is withholding surrender. It wants what it wants."Y/N," he's trying to soften his voice, bites back the lust that is threatening to seep into his words.He kisses your lips, nibbles on the skin of them for a bit before he's pulling away. Dick still throbbing against your soaked folds. Hands still wrapped tight around your wrists. It would be so easy to slide into you. You’re wet enough.Taehyung needs to speed this up."You've been…” He takes a deep breath to slow his heart that’s hammering in chest. To collect himself.“You've been gasping my name for what feels like hours, haven't you?"Your face shifts and your eyes search his face before you whisper a solemn, “Yes.”"Why?" Taehyung asks as he rolls his hips, letting his dick slide down and press persistently against your entrance. He doesn’t care if he’s not playing fair. You haven’t been playing fair at all.Your eyes flutter closed as you bite down on your lip. Hands protesting against his hold by twisting in a frenzied manner. It doesn’t get you far."I don't know," you finally whine out, like you’re in pain. Like him being on top of you and not in you is torture. He’s probably projecting all his feelings on you right now.When your eyes open, they're filled to the brim with tears. Taehyung wishes he could say he hates the way you look right now. But he doesn’t. It only makes him want you more.Taehyung tightens his abdominal muscles and shoves his dick further into your pussy, and can feel your delicate tissue suction onto his cock. Kissing it. The motion earns a loud moan that comes from your throat because you’re still clamping your lip with your teeth."Yes, you do," he urges with a whisper.A tear drips out of your eye, rolls down the side of your face and seeps into your hairline. You blink fastly and a few more tears trickle."You do," Taehyung whispers again. Allows the tip of his tongue to lap up the path the tears had created from your eye. And once he reaches it. He kissed your eyelid softly.His cock is throbbing and your pussy is fluttering and leaking around him. His muscles are shaking so bad. They're pulled tight like a rubber band, threatening to snap from the tension that's locked there."I don't know what I'm doing. All I know is that I want you."There it is.“Fuck, finally,” he howls in relief.Taehyung is moving instantly, burrowing his cock further into you. But only a little bit. It’s hard to do because your pussy is eagerly trying to suck him in. He can hear the wetness of it all and it makes his balls ache.He's diving into your mouth again, sweeping his tongue inside and, slurping on your spit. Shifting his weight so you can't move at all. Even though his dick is barely in you, he can feel you coating the crown more. And your pussy feels like it's getting hotter by the second.The tightest. Wettest. Gushiest pussy he's ever had the pleasure to explore. And right now he wants to beat it up. Pound it into submission. Have you thinking of him and only him for many days and many nights.Now that his intentions are fully realized, Taehyung can't hold back now. The leash has been broken. The beast is set free.One of his knees nudges your leg aside so it bends and slides up on the bed, causing his dick to remove from your cunt."Oh, please, Tae," you moan woefully. Your distraught hands twist in his grasp as your hips buck up."Stay put," Taehyung growls, tugging his tongue from your mouth. He can feel thunder in his stare. And you must see it because you freeze, even your breathing halts."You want me?" He can feel his eyes narrow and move to your trembling lips before sliding back to yours."Yes," you profess quickly as your arms go limp in his grasp. But uncertainty washes across your face."Yes, T-"Before his name can leave your lips, Taehyung is arching and plundering his dick in you. He only gets halfway before your walls clamp down on him.Your moan transforms from desperate to an ecstasy high pitched whimper as your eyes shoot to the ceiling while your pussy clutches onto his girth."Oh, oh my-"He's not sure what you were gonna end that statement with but he doesn't care. It's not what he wants to hear.Taehyung rolls his hips again, takes all his strength to push into you and you're instantly shaking violently beneath him.Your words are slurred now. And a gurgling sound comes from your throat when he pauses and flexes his abdominals. Feels his dick knock against your walls before he pulls back and just lets the tip remain inside. Locked and loaded between these gorgeous thighs of yours.Taehyung doesn't stay out for long. He’s been missing you and this delicious pussy for weeks. His strokes are long and unhurried. Retreating only halfway out of your steamy heat, before he's slamming back in. Harder and deeper. Harder and deeper.At this pace, you've stopped talking altogether. So have your moans. Only squeaks and other sounds he has no names for come out of your mouth.But your pussy? It’s talking smack.Spluttering at each invasion and squooshing at each of his thrusts. Makes a loud pop, like a champagne bottle and spills like one when he wrenches his dick completely from your tight walls.Taehyung stops for a moment. Not for him. For you.Him? He's fine.He wants you to catch your breath.In fact, Taehyung is just getting warmed up. His dick has already nutted once. All his build up was released into your mouth.So now, he's enjoying this moment.Taehyung silently rejoices in the way you're losing your mind. It's not the first time. He hopes it’s not the last.Yet Taehyung is hellbent on seeing you delirious. And you look so close to babbling.Your thigh is jerking in his grasp.You look at him, panting hard and smile. The smile is small at first until it grows and then you're laughing. You try to move your hands and then remember, as you look at them, they're locked down by him."I swear you are the devil reincarnate."Taehyung can't help but chuckle and plant a chaste kiss on your mouth before sliding his lips down to your neck. His slick dick meets with the sheets and they are thoroughly soaked from your combined juices."Thank you," he hums before he's giggling with you and burying his head into the crook of your neck. Tonguing at the skin as he breathes your scent in."I love you," you giggle. The action makes your chest rattle against his.Wait. Wait a goddamn minute.Taehyung is pausing again. And looking up at you, through his now tousled bangs and his laughter immediately dying in his throat."What?" He gruffly husks out. He was expecting you to say something like "I need you" but you just said-Your laughter dies as well as you look up at him. And you're staring at him wide-eyed. He can feel his fingers wrapping impossibly tighter around your wrists, can feel your heart beating in them."Say that again," Taehyung rasps out. Repositioning so he's right above you, knees firm on the bed, his torso no longer pressed against yours.He's hovering and every muscle in his body goes rigid. His jaw is aching from how hard he's clenching his teeth.You adjust your head and lift it to meet his lips. "I love you, Tae," you whisper before kissing his lips delicately.So fucking sweetly. You have no idea how you just turned his world upside down right now.Taehyung's eyes cloud over a foggy mist that then builds, overflows from his ducts and then drips onto your face.His chest fills with the explosive pounding of his heart, while his body vibrates when he breathes in the ether of your exhale. Your lovely essence being absorbed into his life force, invigorating and awakening every cell in his body."Fuck…" He shakes his head. Tries to conjure the words he wants to say back but there are too many filling his head.So he will show you.Taehyung is eating up your lips, nibbling on them and weighing your head back down onto the bed so he can deepen the kiss. Your mouth allows entry and he's taking the opportunity to plunge his tongue inside, sweep yours up and sucks on it.His hands release your wrists and your arms are quickly wrapping around him. Fingernails digging into his shoulder blades and pulling him closer.Taehyung loves this. Shit. He fucking loves you.You could rip him into shreds and leave him in his own pool of blood and Taehyung is certain that he would still love you. You've already done that once.Right?When he knew you as Bee. What's one more death? If it meant that he could have you even just this moment it would be worth it to him.You exhale as your tongue is lured inside your mouth and Taehyung thinks he must be getting drunk on your vapors. Because now, he feels like he's floating.His body doesn't feel like his. Taehyung doesn't know where he stops and you begin.And he's not even sure if he has a body anymore because all he can feel is euphoria. He's aware he's never felt like this.His arm reaches under your thigh and lifts it up, lets it hook into the crook. His other one is slithering down your body. Two of his fingers find your puffy lips and spreads them apart.The kiss is breaking again so Taehyung can focus on where the two of you are about to meet. when he enters you again. This time painfully slower than before. This time fully exposed and open wide for him, just him.Taehyung drools a bit when he sees your pretty pussy swallowing him in, inviting him deeper into her warmth.He fucking growls as his pipe stretches you out. And you groan lewdly when he does. The sound of it dropping a bit before raising in tone.There's an ecstasy-filled haze in your beautiful eyes. They track every movement he makes. Watch him as he watches the way his length takes solace in the warmth of you. Feels your pussy grab him tighter and his breath gets caught in his throat.Rotates his hips and his dick is skidding against the soft pillow tucked inside you that incites the same lustful moan as before but only louder.Taehyung loves finding this spot. Loves how it's softer than any other ridge and curve within you. Delighted when he gets to stroking this spot that you damn near sing his name.He wants to hear you chant his name. Rejoice loudly as you cum so that the whole building is hating him tomorrow, and maybe the next day and the day after that. Maybe they will hate him for the rest of their lives.But fuck these four walls that surround the two of you outside the pleasure world you've built. Fuck the neighbors too. Fuck what's her name too. And sorry Yoongi.He doesn't care anymore. You love him. He loves you.Taehyung wants to hear this sound you're making every fucking night. And every fucking day. Every fucking hour if it were possible.You fucking love him and he knows because you said it twice. And he fucking can't wait to hear it again and again.And although his dick feels like it can shoot at any time, Taehyung is so lost in the thoughts in his head, that his dick is on the back burner. His movements are driven by the thoughts that race there.She's louder now.Her legs are shaking. Goddamn.Yes, that's it. Get her to cum.You love me.I. Love. You.He's hoping you can feel it. Hope you can feel his love in the way he moves inside and out of you. In his touches and kisses.Words mean things but so do actions.Taehyung is all over you. He can't decide where he wants to be. He's chewing up some of your screams with his mouth as his nails dig into the soft skin of your thigh. His thrusts slow in pace but are accented and sharp, knocking deep into your guts.You're close now. Pussy is holding tight onto him and then releasing, gripping and letting go. His groans are matching yours. Can feel his stomach lift as his balls draw heavier with impending release."I-i," you stutter out as he keeps a steady thump against your tender spot, his muscles are beginning to cramp but he dares not change position. Taehyung wants you to cum good and hard. Wants you to cum so hard that you pass out in his bed so that he can wrap you up in his arms after and drift with you."I love you, Tae. I love you," you repeat as his dick keeps strumming that soft pillow, as your pussy grows impossibly tighter and wetter."Oh my gawd," you wail, but then your hands pull away from him and go to cover your mouth."Fuck no," he growls, halting your movements, grasping your wrists and buckling them back to the bed with his hands."Say my name. Scream it if you need to," Taehyung orders as his thrusts get harder, his stroke not so long anymore. He's close. You're close. No need for those kind of movements anymore. He just needs to keep the ridge of his cock rubbing on that spot, feeling it getting firmer and firmer. Tightening and threatening to release.Your eyes screw shut. "Fuck Tae, I'm gonna," you scream, head thrashing against the bed."C'mon then darling, C'mon," he groans, before he's burying his face into your neck. Feeling his balls tighten, and right before he's cumming, you cum. Cunt death-gripping his dick as you scream his name loudly, the reverberation bouncing off the walls.He grunts from pleasure and the difficulty to move within your drippy vice. But he's persistent and he's able to muster his last bit of strength to slam deeper inside you, balls smacking loudly between your ass cheeks as his cock erupts inside of you.Holy shit.His eyes bolt closed, and lightning flashes bright behind his eyelids as his cum keeps flooding into you as your pussy clenches again. The muscles in his legs clamp up and he’s howling as he bares his teeth together and sucks through them for oxygen.The sensation passes and as it does Taehyung slumps further into your neck, and realizes it feels wet there now too.He's pulling back briefly and sees his eyes are clouded with tears and they’re raining from his face. Release. All he can feel is release. And relief.(Song suggestion: Claude’s Girl by Marika Hackman)Taehyung tries to stop them. He sucks in a deep breath. He wipes his eyes. But the more he tries to halt them, the harder they fall. He can hear woeful sounds coming out of his mouth.His hands release your wrists and are sliding under toward your spine. He needs you closer to him.Yes, he's still inside you. Still rock hard. But he doesn't want to leave. Never wants to leave. Ever. The thought occurs to him that he could live the rest of his life like this and die a very happy man."I'm sorry." Your fingers are in his hair now. He can feel you playing with his stands.What?Taehyung heard wrong. He must have. He’s swallowing the loaded sob that is bubbling its way up from his chest."I'm sorry, Tae."He turns his head to look up at you yet your fingers stay in his hair. Looking up at you, he can see fresh tears coating your eyelids."What? No, darling, no. I should've never put that fucking AirTag in your wallet. I should-""Tae," you state sternly, fingers sliding out of his hair and wrapping around his cheeks to brush stray tears away."I owe you an apology. So let me say it?"Your hands move down and the palms push him at the shoulders but he resists. Only budges a bit."Let me stay in you longer," Taehyung mumbles as he clutches the meat of you tighter, adjusts your leg up as he maneuvers you both so you both are on your sides.You comply by wiggling down on the length that has slipped out but slowly creeps its way back in.He looks at you and you look at you. Neither of you speak. But that’s okay. It feels comfortable. He can hear your heart beating over his. And soothes him that it's thumping just as fast as his."You shouldn't have carried that all on your own back then," you begin, your fingers back to fiddling with his hair. Your eyes search his face, before they lock with his and it feels like you're peering right into his soul."I should've said something. I was asked about it.”A shaky breath is released and another tear spills down your face, stops to rest on your nose and Taehyung’s quick to thumb at it."Darling I never should've been looking in on you in the first place.""Taehyung?" You giggle and then sniff.He's confused as to why you are laughing.He doesn't. He doesn't get it. He doesn't get what you're apologizing about."I should have explained myself back then. When they asked me if I knew you were watching me. I swore I didn’t know…”You peek up at him and then continue, “But we knew, didn’t we? I did.You wondered last night if Bee liked you watching her. And I've got to say I liked it when you were watching me."Your fingers rake across his scalp and smooth the hair on his brows. "Then and now."Then, your eyes float down to his lips and your brows knit together. "Except for AirTag. I didn't like that."Taehyung can't help but nod and whisper another, "sorry"."You’ve already apologized for that. I forgive you. Just don’t do it again.” You lean forward and kiss his lips briefly before backing away."I’ve thought about ‘T’ alot, and wondered if he was okay. And I carried guilt for years for not speaking up. My family situation was fragile back then. My mom was a mess after my dad left us. I was taking care of her. And what I did with T” was-""-When did you know?" Taehyung asks suddenly, cutting you off. It's not that he doesn't find your explanation worthy. But he has more pressing questions now that you're finally opening up."Know what?" You ask looking back at him and using a finger to swipe at another tear slipping down your nose."That I was talking about you last night. That you were Bee? When did the pieces fall into place for you?" He asks shyly, his own fingers coming up to your neck and tracing the skin there.You bite your lip and look back at the ceiling. The hand in his hair moves down to his shoulder blade and rubs it tenderly."There were a few things. Obviously the nickname and my grandfather's surname. But I really thought it was just a coincidence. Lee is a popular surname."You steal a glance at him and Taehyung presses in close to place another kiss to your lips. He wants you to keep talking. He deserves answers, wants them even though he’s already forgiven you. Forgiven Bee."And then when you began talking about watching Bee, when you described the things that she did it all seemed so familiar. But you left things out that didn't match what I remember. So I was a little unsure.""Like what?" He asks as his hand moves from your neck and up to your mouth, his thumb swipes at it and for the second time tonight, gently frees your tucked lower lip from your teeth."The letter that T, you, left for me, Bee. And I had this lighter that was precious to me. Belonged to my dad. It disappeared the night of, you know? I always thought “T” took it."Taehyung’s eyes flit to his closet but then back at you. You deserve his full attention. He can say whatever he needs to say later."And as you kept talking, the events began to match up…I didn't know what to say. I felt like if I had said something that you may not have believed me."Taehyung nods. "Probably not. It was hard to believe you by leaving those items on my doorstep.""I'm sorry. That was shitty of me. I-after last night, I was scared again. I was scared and ashamed. Like I said I thought about ‘T’ but when you told me everything you went through after. I felt like I caused you to lose a lot of things that you held close."Your face twists up slightly, and then a torrent of tears spill from your eyes. You try to roll away from him, but Taehyung stops you by tightening his hold on your waist and tugging you closer."I thought you would hate me. I am a coward. I just needed you to see before I tried to explain myself." You snivel and then sob into his neck.And as you cry into him, he allows more tears to fall from his eyes too. This was long overdue for both of you. Both of you carried guilt at different varying degrees, but over the same fucking thing. For over a decade.(Song suggestion: Care by Robert Koch, Julien Marchal)"Darling," he whispers as he squeezes you. “I forgive you. We were dumb and young.”The sobbing that comes from you slows and you sniff again before you look up at him."Thank you for being honest with me. And now that’s said I should admit to you that when you wanted space I-”"Stop," you interrupt and put a finger to his lips."I know you went into my place while I was gone. I know that you cleaned…and I know that you came into my place the night of your birthday."Taehyung can feel his face heat up as he thinks about how he fucked your couch cushions while feening for you. Thinks about him being creepy supreme and jerking off to you at the door of your bed when he thought you were asleep."Sorry,” he sighs and then runs his hands through his hair. But another thought washes over him.“You knew all that…" Taehyung's brain is spazzing. "You knew all of that and still contacted me for this meeting. Knowing I was a pervert. A creep. Why did you?""I know you're a creep..." You whisper before you tilting up and placing a kiss onto his lips.Taehyung's stomach is flip flopping around with your confessions and the airing of his grievances. You knew all about that and yet here you are, wrapped around him like a glove."But I thought that I was not any better. Maybe I'm a creep too? Have you ever thought about that? That…maybe we aren't that different?"No. No, he's never thought about that. The thought never even registered in his mind."I began watching you from my window the day I moved into the building. I thought you were cute playing with your monsters." you giggle and shake your head."My friends and I were really curious about the cute DILF that lived in the building.""A dilf?!" He exclaims and can feel his eyes widen. You slap him playfully on the chest."Well you are. And…I learned more about you from Maya.""Monica," he autocorrects for you and you giggle. "What did she tell you?""She said you were sexy and recently divorced and…""And??" He asks, raising an eyebrow."That you were most likely into men."Taehyung is instantly laughing and you're joining him soon enough. "I mean I haven't gone that route, but Yoongi reminds me regularly that I have a dick coupon that can be cashed any time I want."He shrugs and you only laugh harder and slap him on the chest again. "Stop," you whine with a pout settling on your lips. It's cute. You're a smart, dangerous, cute and creepy woman."Is that it?" He questions, turning to look at you again." Pretty much. I watched you too.""So the panties…the first pair. Your favorite. You didn't plant them?"Taehyung has to ask this. This has been in his brain for a while."No…if I did I wouldn't have left those. How did you get them anyway? “Taehyung squirms and scratches at the back of his neck. “I think you dropped them on the way to the laundry room.”“How did you know they were mine? They could have been Monica’s?”Taehyung blanches at the thought. “They were right in front of your door. They were yours right?!”You begin laughing again. “They were. Are.”Taehyung sighs in relief and lets his head fall back onto the bed. He stares at the ceiling and then back to you. "So you like to watch and be watched. Is what you're trying to tell me?"You chew on your lip for a moment and stare at his neck as you prepare the answer rolling around in your brain."I mean kinda? I never had anyone watch me before like ‘T’ did. Or you have, I think. And I've never watched anyone like I did with you." A sigh escapes your lips as you timidly glance up at him and then back down to his neck. Your fingers begin tracing his Adam’s apple."What about you?"Taehyung chuckles as one of his hands squeezes your backside, causing your pelvis to press against his body. "I already told you last night darling. I only watched you and Bee. You're the only one.""Do you get urges to watch anyone else though?" You lift your head so you can get a better look into his eyes."Never, Y/N. I…I think you were meant for me." Taehyung pauses and he hesitates to continue but he does because being brutally honest seems the only way to be right now."And if I were to think about it. I think that I've loved you for a really long time. That I was meant to love you. Admire you…adore you…worship you."You push him hard on the shoulder and Taehyung allows it. Let's push him so his back is flat on the bed and you’re crawling on top of him. Your pussy saddles on top of his dick. It’s so messy and warm that he struggles to remain in the moment."Say that again," you whisper with a sheepish grin painting your lips. He can tell you’re mocking him from earlier."Which part?" He whispers back, a smile stretching over his lips."All of it."You press your palms into his pectorals and sit fully upright on him. He could be your chair, if that’s what you needed. It would fucking fine by him.Taehyung moves slowly as his hands reach for your face to cup it. "I've loved you for a long time. I was made to admire and wors-"He doesn't get a chance to finish his statement before you're crashing down on him, lips smushed to his and then tongue working greedily inside. Your hips are gyrating on him and Taehyung is instantly losing his breath."Fuck, Y/N, I swear your the only one for me," Taehyung huffs out as your teeth can sink into his neck and suck.Your knees are lifting your body and your hand is fiddling with his cock. YOur cunt is perched atop of his tip. He’s been patient with you, but it’s all lost now.Taehyung’s hand grips your waist to plop you down on his cock with a smack as his hips raise to meet your ass."Oh gawd. Fuck Tae!" You mewl out as your head cranes back. One of his hands abandons your hip and finds the back of your head, dragging your sweet lips back to his. Wants to taste you as he feels inside you. It’s a deadly combo. But one he’s addicted to.His head is dizzy and fuzzy. Everything is moving fastly. Tongues, lips, breaths, hands and hips move all on their own accord, almost like separate entities.Feels like your body is everywhere on him. You're grinding harder now and his thighs are screaming with pain as he meets your movements. But he doesn't care.You're worth it. You're worth all the pain. He can admit that. Would if you asked him.Your breaths and moans are coming out hot like a freight train. He eats up each one only to emit his own groan and sigh of your name.You make him feel so fucking good. His dick has been wet plenty of times, but he swears to every God and Goddess it has never felt like this. Not even a few moments ago.He wonders how that's possible. Wonders that if every time he's inside of you it will wreck him more than the time before.Soon all words are lost. The only sounds are your bodies meeting, the slicks of your tongue and the heavy breathing filling up the room.He can feel you fluttering again and his hand squeezes between your bodies so he can play with clit. He doesn't want your climax to be an hiccup in your mind, he wants it to be a full out explosion.And you do explode. Moaning loudly into his mouth when you do. His name on your tongue as you try to squeeze the life out of him. Body shaking. Almost so hard that you pop off his dick, but no that won’t do.Taehyung’s other hand moves swiftly to the round on your shoulder and presses you down on his dick as he thrusts himself up. His cock jerks and shoots. Can feel his cum coating his dick and your delicious walls.Crying. You're crying now. Mmmmhmm. Good. So fucking good.His fingers pinching your sensitive clit remove so they can bring your face back to his now. Your mouth back to his. He's missed this mouth. Missed these lips.You hiccup and pull away from him. So much for that. But he’s not bothered. You look so fucking gorgeous. Your nose and lips swollen, eyelashes damp with tears."I love you, Tae." You breathe out. Your seductive eyes reach in and touch his soul again.His hands slide behind your head and usher you down again. Needs those sinful lips again. And probably for the rest of his life."You know, I love you too, darling."—---------------------(Song suggestion: rises the moon by Liana Flores)Taehyung doesn't know when he fell asleep. Just knows he faded as sweet words were being exchanged between gentle breaths. You're still on top of him though. Head on his chest.His hands are on the small of your back. He runs them experimentally up and down your spine and your skin feels cool to the touch.You are cold.He moves stealthily. Tightens his arms around you, using his core so he can ease you off of his chest and onto the comfortable bed.You mumble a protest but Taehyung shushes you with a kiss to your forehead before he's edging out and then off of the bed. He grabs the blankets crumpled at the bottom of the mattress and pulls them snug around your body.Taehyung hates that he's leaving the bed. But nature calls.Carefully, he shuffles toward the bathroom. His muscles are tight and his eyes are still filled with dreamlike haze.Once he closes the bathroom door, he flicks on the lightswitch and can see traces of his cum and yours dried on his abdomen and pubic area in the mirror.You were so goddamn wet.The hair on his head is wrecked so he shakes a hand hoping that would tame some of the unruly pieces that are sticking at odd angles. Finally, satisfied with his hair’s placement, he's scratching at the stubble on his chin as he proceeds to make his way to the toilet to relieve himself.When he makes his way back into his bedroom your eyes are cracked open and your cheek is pressed into his pillows. You’re staring at the wall."Hi," Taehyung cautiously announces as he steps into the room. To be honest, he has no idea what to say to you right now.For him, there remains an uncertainty about what will be now that all has been said and done."Hi," you reply softly and gently, a small smile appearing on your face as your eyes shift to him and focus. But you supply nothing else and Taehyung’s cool bed room feels like it's heating up considerably."Sorry…I didn't mean to wake you," he offers as he takes a tiny step closer to the bed.Your eyes are dancing around his body and he feels awfully exposed. But not because he is naked. But because he just opened up his heart to your soul unabashedly."You didn't wake me. I was awake. I was just lingering…" you rasp, your voice is full of sleep. Nonetheless you sit up slowly, pulling some of the blankets up with you. You don’t cover your breasts, just your stomach.“You’re beautiful,” Taehyung blurts out.Your hands cover your face for a moment and then you remove them sheepishly to smile. “Thanks?”It's clear you both are a bit self-conscious about the display of affection that happened…minutes ago? Hours ago?Taehyung’s ears pick up on something. Is that the roll of thunder?"Is a storm rolling through," Taehyung asks out loud as he moves past the bed to walk closer to the window. He peeks out and can’t see a goddamn thing. Just darkness."That was me, well my tummy. I'm a bit hungry."Taehyung turns just as you’re peeling the covers off you, stretching your legs before you plant your feet onto the floor. You stand and a wince stretches over your face and then fades."Are you hurt?" He's hurrying to your side and allows his hand to wrap your waist. As he takes you in from top to bottom."Not gonna lie. I am a bit… " You giggle and then give him a flustered grin as you straighten up and give him a brief kiss before you are stretching your arms into the air accompanied by a yawn."You were a bit relentless."Taehyung feels his face color with shame and embarrassment. "Sorry."Your raised arms fall back to your sides. "I didn't mean that in a bad way….you're just…" You look back at the ceiling.It's cute that you do that when you're trying to find the right words to say."You're just a very thorough lover, Tae," you admit. "You have a lot of meat to handle."Suddenly there's another rumble and you are instantly squeezing your tummy."Sorry," you whisper.Taehyung chuckles and steps closer to you still, both arms now wrapping around your waist. The thing he wanted to do for days. And he's right, his arms feel good there."I can help solve that for you. You know…I know how to make a few things? Besides eggs and salads?"You let your head settle into the crook of his neck and you release a small laugh there. "I'm not so sure about that...""Your reverse psychology won't work on me, college counselor" Taehyung laughs, his hands pushing on your hips before he’s backing painfully away. But his woman needs to eat.Taehyung is hastily putting on the shorts he shed hours before and begins to walk confidently toward the open door."What are you doing?" You ask as you watch his movements."I'm going to make you something to eat to quench that beast roaring in your stomach."He pauses and sees you making your way to one of his dresser drawers. You shuffle through them before you triumphantly find the shirt you are looking for, one of his black shirts. You pull it over your head and he notices a small smile sitting on your face."You're adorable, darling," he coos and you look flustered at his comment.But it's true. You look incredibly adorable and hot. He tries not to get distracted but you in his clothes are making him think things."Tae…""Do you have any allergies?" He asks.You already told him months ago you didn’t. But what he really wants is for you to take his compliment. He doesn't want you to rebut it but mostly he would like to feed you. Get your energy up before he drains it from you again. If he gets the opportunity, he will take it.You shake your head in answer, but then you’re taking small steps toward him and Taehyung doesn't move. He knows he's blocking the exit. It feels like you may need to go to the restroom.However he stays put. And he's thankful he did. Because you're sliding your hands up his bare chest so they land around his neck. Your eyes are sleepy but they sketch his face before they close.And then your lips are pressing tenderly to his. You pull away and give him a small smile as you whisper seductively, "I'm really hungry Tae."A giggle busts from your mouth and he can't help join you. His arms wrap around their home and he tug you closer, his nose nuzzling the line of your neck."Let me smell you first," he reasons.You let him. You turn your head away, allowing for him to bury his nose deeper in you. The universe is kind on this day. You're allowing him to do so many of the things that his heart has been aching to do for several weeks. Maybe even years.Taehyung is allowed to pull you close. He's been missing this and maybe you know it. He's been missing your scent. That vanilla that's full of spice. And he's getting it in its glory but he can smell himself too, on you and it awakens something deep within him again.Your tummy grumbles again and both of you are laughing harder. You unfortunately untangle your limbs from his neck and Taehyung regretfully tugs himself away from you but not before squeezing your ass."Okay, message received. Let me feed you and then you can feed me."“That’s so fucking corny,” you crow out. “I love it.”You make your way into the bathroom and Taehyung moves easily into the kitchen. He knows exactly what to make. The perfect snack to bring all of your resources up. It's quick and easy.And will bring him back into your arms in minutes.As he exits the hallway, Taehyung discovers the mess that remains from before. The contents of the envelope are scattered on the floor around the table and the surface of it as well. He diligently picks each one up and carefully places them back inside the envelope.After that’s cleaned up, Taehyung goes about preparing the snack. He pulls out utensils, jars and plates. His moves are without much thought, he’s in autopilot mode. But soon his ears pick up the sound of music playing. He recognizes it immediately.It's a song from one of his favorite vinyls. At Last!, Etta James’ debut album. She is one of his favorite artists of all time. In fact, he originally wanted to name Ella, Etta, but Sunmi refused. She said the name was too old fashioned.Taehyung hums along to a song as he’s opening a jar and feels your arms wind around his waist. The movement doesn’t startle him, no. He doesn’t know how but he’s aware of your energy at all times. His body prepared for it.The song, “My Dearest Darling” begins to play from his speakers and your body presses into his, causing his hips to make brief contact with the counter. Your head leans on his shoulder, cheek crushes into his skin as you begin to sway him with your movement.Taehyung allows his hips to move in time with yours as he uses a knife to scoop the contents out of the jar. And the two of you remain like that until the end of the song, him preparing the snack and you hugging him while swaying.No words exchanged.(SOng suggestion: Trust Me by Etta James)When the next song, “Trust in Me" comes on, Taehyung is spinning toward you, making your clasped hands untie from his waist. This allows for one arm to swoop around your waist while the other one brings your hand to his shoulder.You’re still smiling when he takes in your features. He doesn’t know if he’s seen you smile so much. But now that he’s seen it, he decides that’s what he would aim to do every day if you allow him to.Taehyung’s hand around your waist moves to the small of your back, squeezes you closer to him so that your head can angle onto him as his feet begin to shuffle the two of you from left to right, matching the rhythm of the song.“Why don’t, you trust me…” Etta croons and you sigh.“I haven’t slowed danced since before university,” you share, looking briefly up at him.“Why is that?” He asks, looking at you.You shrug in his hold and tilt your head back onto his shoulder. “No one asked me.” You say those words but they sound sad as you say them.“Not even with your ex-fiance?”You shake your head and look at him again and Taehyung kisses your forehead tenderly. “I will slow dance with you. Whenever you want. If you like it.”Your face breaks into a wide smile. It’s bright, it matches the glitter in your eyes.“Really?” Your voice raises to a squeak and it’s so fucking cute.“Really,” he hums in response. “If it makes you happy. I will do it.”You kiss him softly and then place your head back onto his shoulder. You dance with him and he dances with you. The movements are slow and sleepy. His heart beats to the tune. And he hopes this will happen again. It doesn’t have to be in his kitchen. Taehyung loves to slow dance, and thinks it’s as intimate as you can get with your clothes on.There’s a grumble and you groan. “Sorry.”Taehyung laughs at this. He doesn’t know why you keep apologizing for something you can’t control and is just the way bodies work.“Darling, you don’t have to ever apologize for just being,” he sighs as you drop your arms from his form.Taehyung glances over his shoulder and then turns to grab the snack he prepared for you, “Besides you should probably eat your snack before it gets stale.”You look down at the plate in his hands and you begin to laugh incredibly hard. “Tae?” You tee-hee as you raise your brows at him. “Really?!”Taehyung’s teeth bite into his bottom lip and he tries his best to school his face, to remain nonchalant.“Eat your snack. It will help,” he chides, nudging the plate closer to your face.You’re still laughing when you take the plate and turn to walk toward his kitchen table. Taehyung goes to make you a cup of coffee and then pouring a glass of apple juice for himself.When he plants himself across from you, you’re nibbling on the snack happily.“You like it?” Taehyung asks as he takes a sip of his juice.You pause mid-chew and then begin to giggle again, a group of them in the back of your throat. You nod and then take a sip of your still steaming latte.“It’s very tasty, but I have to admit that I thought it would be…”“What?” Taehyung asks.He can feel a smile threatening to spill from the corners of his mouth, but he decides to look down at the juice in his cup to keep at bay.“You don’t like peanut butter and jelly sandwiches?”You’re cackling now. “I do, but you said you can make more than eggs and salad. I'm beginning to doubt all of that,” you swallow hard and then try your best to look at him seriously.“What was I supposed to make you at-” Taehyung looks over to his stove and sees the clock reads 2:43.Damn it’s late? Early?“-This time? And besides,” Taehyung states, preparing for his stance on PB&J’s and ready to die on this hill.“Peanut butter and jelly is always a fan favorite with my monsters.Yet he continues, “And they’re an excellent boost in the day. They have loads of protein in it. And tell me a better combination of salty and sweet. I dare you.” He threatens.His rant only makes you laugh harder and Taehyung’s heart soars. He loves that you get his humor.“There’s nothing wrong with PB&J’s okay?! I just wasn’t expecting it from you.”“Why?”“Because it’s pretty basic.”“Basic?!” He feigns insult and places his near empty glass firmly on the table and leans in.You take another bite of your sandwich and stare at him boredly.“Darling…did you just insinuate that I. Am basic?”Your shoulders shrug and you continue to chew your bite unhurriedly as you continue to stare at him. Taehyung gets up from the table and rounds himself to your chair and begins to tug it back.“What are you doing?” you blubber.You try to stand up but Taehyung’s quick to place his hand on your shoulder to prevent you from doing so.“Being basic,” he responds as he moves to squeeze between the table and the chair.His knees hit the floor and as they do his hands are on your knees and spreading them apart.“Tae…” your voice is laced with concern, but he chooses to ignore it.He loves hearing his name on your tongue.Taehyung isn't really insulted by your statement. He just wanted an opportunity to lick you up.Besides, only your voice is laced with concern. These yummy thighs of yours spread easily so he can insert himself between them."Eat your snack as I eat you," he murmurs absentmindedly as he lifts his shirt out of the way.His hands then land on your hips. Tugs them toward him before he positions your knees to hook onto his shoulders."Perfect," he sighs in appreciation when he sees your glistening slit.That's better. You are situated to where he can devour you better.Without haste, his tongue laps between your still puffy lips and you moan instantly. Legs twitch by his ears."You're still sensitive?"Taehyung can't see your face but he can hear you moan "yes".Fantastic. He will make you cum hard and quick.Yes, he will. Taehyung knows your pussy quite well now. Knows exactly what you need - a steady rhythm once he starts drawing patterned moans from your mouth.Taehyung gets to work, tongue sweeps languidly over your clit, circles around it before sucking it between his lips. Allows his teeth to gently graze it and you're already bucking up into him as it swells in his mouth.You're already making a mess of his face. But that's good. You're letting him know he's doing a good job.Besides If his face isn't covered with your juices and his spit at the end of it all, is he even eating pussy?If he doesn't walk away from this without your smell buried into his nostrils then he's doing it wrong.That's most men's mistakes anyway. They don't get lost in the pussy. He does.Taehyung loves to get lost in the taste and feel of it. The smell of itAnd fuck, you smell so goddamn good he can't get enough of that spicy honey you got down here.Ooh your pleasure button is throbbing on his tongue already and you are gushing onto his chin as his mouth wraps around the top of your lips.As your moans pick up in tempo, the tips of his index and middle finger move to your entrance. They dip in and out as his tongue flicks over your clit, pushing the hood up to begin sucking harder."Fuck Tae," you pant. He breaks away from your cunt and you warn, "I'm gonna c-cum.""Eat your fucking basic sandwich. I will stop again if it sounds like your mouth is empty." Taehyung announces with a smirk.He sounds crazy. He knows he does. But he doesn't care. He really wants to be everywhere within you all at once. Wishes there were two of him to work you over again."Mm-gay," you mumble. And Taehyung wants to laugh. You're just as crazy as him.He dives back in and your moans are muffled but it only turns him on more. You're being so nice to him.Taehyung shoves his fingers in deep only a handful of times before you're cumming around them. The rings of your walls clenching tightly as he continues to press his tongue on your vibrating bud.Strangled moans and whimpers float around him. Taehyung pictures your mouth full of gooeyness as your cumming. Can almost hear you struggling and gagging as your orgasm crests over you.His cock is stiffer than stiff.Your legs shimmy up and down on his shoulders but then they tighten around his head before they go limpYour legs go limp and Taehyung decides to take pity on you. His mouth, tongue and fingers still. He waits until your pussy releases its hold on his digits before withdrawing them completely.Taehyung lowers your trembling legs gently to the floor and straightens to get his eyes on you.He wants to see your face Check on you.You are a sight for sore eyes.There's jelly and peanut butter at the corners of your mouth and your eyes are blissed out. There's crumbs on his shirt but other than that there's no trace of the snack.Your tongue sweeps slowly back and forth on your lower lip but it fails to catch any of the peanut butter or jelly.The two fingers that he had inside of you swipe at the goo collected on your lips. Your eyes focus lazily on him as he does so.Taehyung moves unhurriedly as he places the fingers in his mouth. Sucks on them diligently as he states back at you."You're so fucking delicious, darling.""Let this basic man get you back to bed," he confides as he gets back to his feet and then offers his hands."Baby?"You giggle and struggle to sit up. "There's nothing basic about you. At all."Taehyung offers his hands and joins in with your laughing. He lures you closer to him and kisses you deeply. You don't shy away.Your tongue is covered in PB&J and his is covered in the taste of your honey. The mixture is intoxicating.The kiss softens and Taehyung's nose caresses yours. "Funny, I've always thought the same about you."—------------Taehyung's arms are wrapped around their favorite place again. Your bare ass is pressed against his semi hard cock.He's comfortable though. All of his urges have been lulled. But if he could do more if you wanted to do more.His hips adjust to let you know that you can have him if you want it. Just in case.For the past few hours, the two of you have been tangled in bed. But not fucking. Just talking. And holding one another.After snack time, you grabbed the envelope from the table and brought it into bed with you. Opened it and went over each content in detail.(Song suggestion: Woven- piano reworks by Hanua Rani, Olafur Arnalds)"Your grandmother spoke to me once," you admitted as you stated of the picture of Bee. You."It was early morning and I was getting onto my bike. I liked to get out of the house as soon as I could."Taehyung hummed in understanding, but not really understanding. You can tell him why another time. He was curious about your interaction with his grandmother."What did she say to you?"You frowned a little. "I don't remember everything. Our interaction was short, but she waved to me when I pedaled off. And I remember thinking I wish I had a grandma like that. Thought that every time I saw her, honestly."The next one you hold up is of a smaller looking Bee, standing between a young couple."These are my parents," your voice became monotone as you continued."My mom was pregnant in this picture. She lost the baby, my sister, two months later. It was a sad time in our house."You sigh and set the picture face down onto the bed. "My parents split about a year later. The relationship was strained between my grandfather and mom. Something about it being difficult to get along when my mom's mom passed. But after my dad left. My grandfather reached out to my mom. Tried to really be there for her.""Anyway, I was a difficult teenager. We went to my grandfather's that summer because my mom wanted to give me a break from my friends which she thought were a bad influence on me."You glanced over at him and shrugged. "She wasn't wrong. I picked up smoking from one friend."Taehyung traced the outline of your ear. "Did your mom and grandfather think getting away worked? Did it right your rebellious ways?""I dunno. I never asked. My grandfather ended up selling his farm though. He came to live with me and my mom halfway between the following school year. That's when we became close."The next picture was a group of kids of all various ages, crowded in Mildred Lake. Taehyung knew a bunch of them. Some of the faces he could make out and others he couldn't.But Bee and Johnny Traegar stuck out to him. Bee was piggybacking Johnny. Their mouths were open like they were captured mid-joyous screams.This has been one of the photos that incensed Taehyung. He never thought he would have to see that asshole's face ever again.You told him that Mr. Traegar's family was invited to your grandfather's place a few days after you arrived in town."Johnny, his brother Mark as well as his sisters Sofie and Jenny came that evening. I think my dad wanted me to befriend Johnny's sisters but they were older than me and definitely cooler than me. Johnny was rather sweet to me. We talked a lot about music."Taehyung hated this part. Hated to hear about you bonding with a dude he has hated for all of his entire adult life.But Johnny was a part of your past. And Taehyung was interested in hearing about you during that time, so he bit his tongue as you detailed this part of your history."I know everyone in town thought we were boyfriend and girlfriend. And we were. Kinda. We kissed. Sometimes. But mostly we just rode our bikes around town or listened to music."You had looked at him then, snapped out of your trance that the past had on you."Stop frowning," you kid, poking him on the stomach."I thought the nerdy, lanky boy at the corner store was cute too. He was a shy thing though. Never spoke to me. Just stared."Taehyung can feel his cheeks warm up as you talk about the seventeen year old him."How was I supposed to talk to you? You were literally my walking wet dream," he defends.Your finger taps your chin. "I don't know. A hello or a hey would have been a good start?"You tee-hee and Taehyung, huffed as he buried his head between your head and shoulders. "You never spoke to that boy either."He could feel your head nod. "True. It was a hard lesson to learn. But if I remember correctly I did introduce myself to you, properly, during that barbecue shortly after I moved in."You had him there. You did. And he's grateful for that. Grateful that you had the courage to do what he couldn't.The next thing you held up was a scrap of yellowing paper. Taehyung doesn't remember seeing this."What's that?" He had asked reaching for it but you moved it quickly away."You didn't see this? It was in the envelope." Taehyung had shook his head.You pressed the paper to your chest then and sat up against the headboard."Oh well. This is an oldie but a goldie," you giggle and wiggle your eyebrows.Taehyung groaned when you repeated a phrase that was repeated numerously on the oldies radio station that signaled out in Atwood. It had the best signal and the music came in clear without a hint of static."Dear Bee," you begin unfurling the small paper carefully."I like you very much. I am very much looking forward to meeting you. I know you are even more beautiful up close than far away. Can we meet tomorrow?"Taehyung's hands slapped onto his face as you peek up at him."There's a heart and then it is signed with a 'T'."(Song suggestion: The Path by Zoe Keating) (Song suggestion: Riverside by Agnes Obel)Your fingers peel his hand away from his eyes and then you are extending the note to him.Taehyung tales it into his hold and his mind floats back to how he felt when he was writing this note for Bee. How he had so much longing deep inside his heart for her at this time.It was written and left in the corner of your window minutes before Johnny had discovered him.“The fight really scared me," you slowly took his hand as he scooted up to lean against the headboard."Like I said. Johnny was rather sweet to me. It wasn't until that night that I saw him as a bit unhinged.""I didn't mean to stand T- you up. I really wanted to meet him. You.""But Johnny had taken me to some spot where his sisters hung out with some older guys. They offered me a beer and I drank it. Drank a lot of them I guess.”You held up his hand and kissed the meat between his thumb and forefinger."Because I don't remember getting back to my grandfather's house. But I do remember Johnny coming on too strong. I remember getting away from him and crawling into bed."You quieted then. Taehyung sat with you in that. Memories swimming in his head and no doubt swimming in yours."I heard the commotion. Could hear Johnny screaming. And when I tried to climb out my window to see what was going on, I couldn't. My mom held onto me. Pleaded for me to stay inside. For my safety."You sniffed and wiped at your nose. "The police came out. They asked me about the neighbor boy. If I knew him or hung out with him."You looked at him. "I said no, Tae. I told them I didn't know you. That I had never spoken to you.""I'm sorry, T. I'm so fucking sorry. I would take it all back if I could," one of your hands flew to your mouth and you began to cry.Taehyung had taken you into his arms then. Tried to soothe you with his words but the more he tried, the more his own tears began to fall again.The two of you cried for your last selves as you held onto one another tightly. Cried and sobbed until you both faded from exhaustion.—-------You turn toward him now that he has pressed his dick against you again. Your eyes are puffy from crying and sleep. You notice the letter is crumpled between your bodies and you pull it out carefully."Why did you write the letter?""Because I like her a lot. I already told you. I was obsessed with Bee."Taehyung sighs. "I had so many fantasies about her. I wanted her to be my first.”“First, what?” You crane your neck and turn to look at him again.“Everything,” he answers simply. You kiss him softly and then deepen it."Wait. I have some questions," You announce as you abruptly take away your lips.He pouts at this. But then he thinks he will answer all that you want to know. He understands this level of curiosity."What do you want to know?”he hums as his hand curves around your waist.You look up at the ceiling. And Taehyung smiles. Something interesting was coming his way.“Okay...what was your first time like?”“Oh fuck. You couldn’t begin with something simple. Like what’s my favorite snack?”You giggle and straighten up so you’re sitting on your butt with your legs crossed, he’s instantly putting his hand on your thigh, thumb tracing circles.It makes him think of the talk you had after you discovered the Airtag.It feels so far away, but the thought still makes him feel bad.“Fine. What’s your favorite snack?” You ask as you reach for the bottled water on the nightstand.“PB&J.”You laugh harder. “Okay, now everything is making more sense." You take a sip of water and then offer the bottle to him.He takes it graciously and gulps loudly as he drinks."Now tell me about you losing your virginity.”Taehyung sighs, and plops the water on the nightstand closer to him. He sits up but prefers to prop up against the headboard.“It…was a friend’s sister.”“What?” You ask, eyes almost popping out of your head.“Listen, I know it sounds terrible. But it’s not like how it sounds. My friend, who was older, died in a swimming accident. His sister was my age and we found comfort with each other.”“Oh shit. I’m sorry. I guess I should’ve begun with other questions.Taehyung begins laughing. Your mouth falls open and your eyes grow wide again. “I’m just kidding. That didn’t happen. How weird would that be?"You launch yourself on him and smack his chest. “You’re fucking awful.”“I know,” he grabs your hand and tugs you so you fall on him, placing a quick kiss on your lips before wrapping back around you.“”It was my friend’s cousin. And my friend didn’t die. She found out I was nineteen and a virgin…you could say she hunted me.”“Are you kidding?”“I’m dead serious.” Taehyung thinks about it. He wishes he could say he was lying, but he isn’t.“His cousin was only a few years older than me. She felt like she was doing some community service or something.“Was it good?”“Is a man’s first time ever really bad?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at you.You shrug.“She taught me alot. You can thank some of my skills to her,” He adds waggling his eyebrows.“Ew, gross Tae.”“What about you? What was your first time like?”“It was with a boy, Christian. We began dating in my first year of university. I thought I was going to marry him,” you scoff and shake your head. “We dated for like five months.”“And he really was fucking terrible. I think he came in like a minute. I broke up with him a few days later.”“Good for you.”“Right? Anyway, okay. Tell me how many times have you jerked off to me?”You wiggle in his hold and he can tell you're enjoying this line of questioning.“Darling, why do you need to know this?”“I’m curious, Tae. Just like you,” you admit, a finger coming up and poking the mole on his nose.“Hmm..I don’t know. I just know a lot. And if you include when I knew you as Bee, I would say countless.”“I’m honored,” you say, clutching one of your tits.He nods and smirks, “You should be. I wasted a lot of potential kids on dirty thoughts about you.”“Oh my god,” you yell, plunging your forehead into his chest and giggling.“It’s true, “ he hums and then chuckles.Your laughing dies down and you look up at him. “Do you want more?”“Kids?”“Mmhmm," you supply by folding your arms on his chest and allowing your chin to rest on your clasped hands.It’s time to pause and chew this thought over. He debates what to tell you, but he will be honest.”I’ve thought a few more would be great, but I’m happy with the little monsters I have. What about you? Do you want any kids?”You turn your head and lay your cheeks on your hands now. “I’m not too sure. I haven’t thought much about it…except I know I don’t want any now. I feel like I have a few more years to decide, you know?”Both of you are quiet. And Taehyung wonders what you’re thinking. But he doesn’t say anything, he just moves his hands to your shoulders and kneads them tenderly. He’ll wait for you to talk more.“What's your favorite sexual position?”“Are all of your questions sexual?""I mean you look so hot, baby. I can't help it if my brain is in the gutter," you whine with a shrug.But Taehyung gets it. He would be lying if he were to say that he hasn't been ogling bits of your naked body as you roll around on him."All of them,” Taehyung finally answers and you laugh again as you place your chin back on your hands.“Okay, fair enough. Same.”“What would you like to try that you haven’t,” Taehyung counters and your eyes move to his lips.“What makes you think I haven’t tried everything?”“Because no one has tried everything, darling.”“I don’t want to share this.”“Oh now I really need to know,” Taehyung urges, shuffling back up on the headboard making you adjust so you’re on your elbow.“I told you about my first time, c’mon.”You pout and look down at his sheets, you pick at some lint there and roll it between your fingers. “If I tell you, you can’t make fun of me.”You glance up at him and then back down.He holds up his hand and then extends it to you, offering his pinky. “I promise. You won’t hear one laugh from me about it.”You eye his proffered finger warily.“Ok,” you sigh, hooking your pinky with his and Taehyung pulls your clasped hands so he can kiss his knuckle.“I would like…to try…you know.” You thumb motions toward your back.“What?”“You know,” your further urge, pointing to your back again.Taehyugn laughs and you give him a sliced look. “I’m sorry darling, but I’m lost at what you are referring to-”“Anal, okay? I tried it with Hoseok once and it went way wrong. And I'm curious about it because it looks really hot in porn and I just want to try it again, okay?!” You blurt out and then bury your face into your palms.Taehyung wills himself not to laugh. He really can’t believe you’re so shy admitting this.You seem so open sexually. He never thought that divulging dirty thoughts would make you a flustered mess.“Okay.” He says finally. Evenly.“That’s it?” You ask, looking at him between slotted fingers.“Yeah. It’s no big deal. It's not like you said you wanted to put on a gimp suit or anything.""Although if that's what you wanted I wouldn't yuck it,"he adds with a lift of his shoulders and a head tilt.“Have you done this?” You ask sitting up."Worn a gimp suit?" Taehyung smiles widely."No baby," your groan, rubbing your forehead. "Anal sex."His eyebrow raises again. “Darling, I was married for ten years. Of course I've done it.”“How was it? Did you like it? Did your ex like it?”Suddenly your hands are peeling away from your face and you’re leaning into him again.“It’s great. I did. She did. She asked for it many times.”You seem to get annoyed with that answer. You huff a bit.“What?” He asks, leaning toward you. Maybe he shouldn't be talking about Sunmi when he has you naked in his bed.“Tell me more.”Taehyung laughs at this and you cut him another look. “I can show you…now?"He’s kidding when he says this but when you answer with a quick okay, and move toward his night stand, Taehyung’s heart leaps into his throat.“I was just teasing, darling.”"You were?" You ask, turning toward him. “You’ve never done anal?”Taheyung shakes his head. “No, I mean, yes. I have done anal. I was kidding about showing you…now.”(Song suggestion: Get You by Daniel Caesar, Kali Uchis)“I wasn’t.” You look up at him solemnly.“So are you going to show me or are you all talking and joking, Mr. Kim?”This lights a fire within his stomach and his flaccid dick is now twitching between his legs. Can feel the blood rushing down there quickly.“You know I’m not. At all.” Taehyung can hear the harsh edge to his voice.He swears that if you give a chance to get between those sweet cheeks, he’ll make sure you never forget him.Taehyung has been thinking of filling every tight hole of yours. His dick has been in your mouths and pussy in the past twenty-four hours.And now you're offering your cute, tiny unused hole on a platter.“Okay, then show me," you command, reaching into his nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lube and tossing it at him.You're then positioning yourself on your knees with your ass right near his face. You're gonna kill him.“Hold the fucking phone, darling.”“What?” you ask, shimmying your ass to him and then looking over your shoulder at him.Taehyung bites the palm of his hand and then sits up more."This is not how your first time is going to be. Not with me.” Taehyung states, yanking one of your legs toward him.“I gotta get you warmed up first. Don’t want to hurt you.” He confides as he crawls up your body to give you a wanton kiss, gathering his shirt in his hands and sliding it over your head.His teeth bite into your neck and you gasp. His hands move with him as he works his way down your body. Covering your skin with more nibbles as he works his way between your thighs.Hoists them up so high because it’s not your yummy pussy he’s after, it’s that cute little hole. His tongue laps around it while his nose presses into your pussy. And you’re wriggling and moaning. Once he can feel you relax against the tip of his tongue, Taehyung shoves it into you and you let out a low, steady groan.“This okay?” He asks out loud.“Mmmhmm,” you whine out as your pussy begins to grind against his nose.“I’m going to add a finger now. Let me know if it’s too much,” he states almost clinically as his hand squeezes around your rim.You shudder when the liquid hits your skin and Taehyung berates himself for forgetting to warm it up in his hands first.“Sorry, darling.”“It’s okay Tae. Keep going,” you pant.Okay, he will. He takes his long middle finger and sweeps it past your hole and he watches as it flutters under his gentle prodding.Taehyung’s tongue slides up your slit and then settles onto your clit. He hums out loud and feels you relax with a sigh. He takes the opportunity to glide his finger stops in you halfway before the muscle clenched around him.“Oh, Tae,” you groan.“Does it hurt?” He asks, breaking away from your pussy and seeing a string of spit stretch between your swollen lips and his.“Uh, uh. I’m okay. It feels good,” you wheeze.You barely finish the word good before Taehyung is faceplanting back into your pussy and thrusting his finger all the way in you. Instantly you’re trembling.Taehyung moves his finger in a circular fashion inside you, like he’s casting a spell and your back arches off the bed. He wishes he could see your face but he’s perfectly okay with the view in front of him.He can see your pussy pulsing. And as he slides his finger out and then back in your asshole clenches it tightly. “Goddamn you’re so tight darling.”“For you,” you coo out and Taehyung is moving another finger immediately to join his other.The need of being in you makes him grow impatient. He’s trying to be slow, but you sound and feel so goddamn hot that Taehyung can feel himself losing to the beast that lives inside of him that aches for you.When his other finger joins in, your hands fly to the bed, and curl into fists with the sheets held tightly in them. Taehyung’s tongue works faster, steadier on your clit. Sucks it and swirls around it as his two fingers stretch apart and stroke along your walls.“When are you going to put your cock in me?” You wail as your body begins to shake under his determined ministrations.“So fucking soon darling. Fuck,” he hisses out as his hips begin rutting against the bed, his dick fucking hurting for relief between his thighs.Taehyung was going to add another finger, but he’s worried that if he does that, he might bust his load all over his sheets and not you.“Roll onto your side,” he gruffs out, as he slowly tugs his fingers out of you. His hand lands under your ass and begins pushing it to aid you in the position he requested.Once you’re on your side, Taehyung is scrambling for the lube and messily pouring it into his hand to coat his dick.The thing about anal is that everyone tries to go straight to a doggy-style position. But that. That move is for someone who is well versed in butt play. The angle is deep and relenting. Taehyung has no doubt that’s how Hoseok tried to stuff his cock in you.Taehyung lays on his side behind you, but keeps the lube near. He thinks you both have enough applied, but being prepared is always key to new things. His hand slices upward between your thighs to open them up for him.His fingertips clutch onto the soft silk of your inner thigh hiked in the air before he shuffles just a bit lower so he can line the tip of his cock with your hole. He places it against your tip and can feel you tense up again.“Hey, look at me,” he whispers, kissing your shoulder before leaning back so you can do so.You turn your head toward him and you look scared.“We don’t have to do this.”“I know, but I want to, with you,” you say easily and Taehyung is diving forward to capture your lips and then your tongue in his mouth. You suck on his tongue and Taehyung slowly thrusts his hips upward. Can feel the tissue of your anus, stretching tightly over the crown of his dick.Your teeth bare onto his tongue and it causes Taehyung to grunt. “Sorry,” you breathe out. Can you feel your leg trembling in his hold.“You can bite me, if it helps.” Taehyung opens his mouth and slides his free under you so it can wrap around your middle and then slide down to your mound so he can rub you like you need it.His tongue swirls into your mouth as he shifts his hips back a bit, just to move forward further. His dick reaches deeper into you. It’s tight but it’s not impossible to slide into you.“Oh fuck. Yes,” you gasp. Taehyung watches as you look down at your body. Possibly looking at the hand that’s playing with your pussy. He kisses your neck and thrust harder into you and grunts.“Uh huh,” you whimper. Your hand reaches for his thigh, probably to keep you grounded. Your nails dig into his flesh and Taehyung’s cock throbs inside you.“Fuck darling. You’re just fucking tasty everywhere aren’t you,” Taehyung husks out as the pace of his thrusts pick up steadily. Each motion plunging his cock deeper and deep into your ass.He can feel you loosen. Taehyung takes a moment to stop looking at his cock buried between your cheeks to look at your face. Your eyes are on him and they are glassy.“So good,” you whisper. Taehyung lets go of your thigh and it lands on top of his. The hand that was holding you up wraps around your middle so he can pivot his thrusts. Slide against the thin wall that separates your asshole from your pussy.Taehyung can feel his sweat dotting his forehead. His hunger for you is clawing to get out and the craving to fill you up seeps from his pore. He’s grunting again, pushing into again but this time harder, causing you to scream as he finally bottoms out.He can feel you all over his dick. Walls so warm, clenching him tight.“Move Tae, move,” you beg as you begin to wiggle your own hips.“You sure?” he asks as he moves more tentatively.“Fuck yes,” you gasp. And that’s all he needed. Taehyung is clutching you to him as he fucks up into your ass again and then again.“Baby” and “Tae” and even his fucking full government name is resounding from the back of your throat as you head is thrown back onto his shoulder.His fingers between your legs, slither into your pussy and you’re damn near crying. Body shaking as he continues to hold you tight and fuck you good.Taehyung’s head presses into your shoulders as he fucks you though. He can’t look at you anymore. If he does he will cum, but he wants you to cum first.So he begins praising you again.“Goddamn darling. You feel so fucking good.”“Feel so lucky that you’re letting me into this sweet hole of yours.”“Reward me baby. Cum for me so I can cum for you.”The last statement gets you, but unlike your other orgasms where your body convulses around him, this one, this one makes you seize up completely. Incoherent words sputter from your mouth and Taehyung feels his fingers flood with your honey.He makes the mistake of looking up at you and his load is instantly shooting up into you as your hole clamps around him. Feels the hot liquid coat his dick and then his balls are met with warmth too.Your eyes are staring right at him and Taehyung couldn’t even close his eyes when he spilled. It felt like he was locked under your spell and probably will never be free of it.Taehyung slowly removes his fingers from your cunt and then his cock from your ass. But he doesn’t move away from you even as his cum drips out of you.“Thank you, baby,” you whisper as you look over at him.Taehyung doesn’t know what to say. He can’t believe you’re thanking him. “I should be thanking you,” he confesses as he places another kiss on your shoulder.“To be honest. After all of this. I don’t think I will ever get enough of you darling.”You giggle and nuzzle closer to him. “I love you Kim Taehyung.”—------------------------- The water runs hot and steamy onto Taehyung’s neck, then to his shoulders, down his spine, and drips between his asscheeks. He leans into it, groans as the spray hits a knot in his sore shoulders.Your soapy hands run up from the top of his pubic hair, his waist and land on his chest. Fingers curled“I have bad news Tae,” you confess. He blinks away the water in his eyes to try to look at you, but has to slick back his hair so it can stop dripping down his face.“Oh?” He goes to turn off the water but you reach for him and it pauses his movements.Your arms wrap around him. “Baby, it’s not a turning-off-the-shower-right-away bad.”The words don’t comfort him. Taehyung can feel himself sulk as he turns back to you.“Baby, I swear it’s not.” You take a deep breath and blurt out, “I have to go to work today.” You follow it up with a quick kiss to his frown.Taehyung groans and pulls you close. “That is bad news. Call out sick,” he mutters into your neck.“I can’t. I already called out sick yesterday.”Taehyung can feel his brows furrow. “What day is it?” He asks suddenly.“Wednesday.”“Fuck,” he sighs out and feels the spray of the shower splatter against parts of his scalp.Taehyung remembers getting a call from Jungkook about if Taehyung was feeling okay and asked him if he was going to make it into work. At the time, Taehyung had told him that something had come up and Jungkook had laughed and responded, “Uh huh, your dick.” But he doesn't remember when the conversation happened.If it is Wednesday, Taehyung definitely had to go into the restaurant. There was a big corporate catering gig happening on Thursday and he’s sure there’s a lot of prep work to be done.He’s sure Jungkook was managing fine, but he didn’t want to dump all the responsibility on his younger friend yet. The man still required some supervision.Taehyung turns away from you and turns the knob for the shower to the off position.“Why are you doin that?” You’re pouting as he reaches for a towel and wraps it around you, although he pays extra attention to your breasts as he does so.“Because,” He huffs before kissing your cheek and then sliding his mouth to your ear.“I have to work too. AND if I don’t get away from your wet, naked body right now I’m afraid I will want to eat you and fuck you again, causing both of us to be late for work. Which I can afford…”“And I cannot…lucky bastard,” you pout as you yank his shower curtain back.He smacks your towel-covered ass and you squeal anyway.“Well it’s good to be your own boss, but only on some days,” Taehyung proclaims as he follows your lead to step out of the shower, but grabs a towel and ruffles over his head before he works the cotton down his body.The two of you get dressed for the day. Well he gets dressed and you steal another shirt and a pair of shorts from his dresser so you can sneak across the hall to get properly dressed. But even though the tasks were simple, lots of lingering kisses, hugs and inappropriate groping made them difficult to finish.The tasks do get finished, even if it took longer than needed.But right now, Taehyung is holding onto the shirt of his that is hanging on your body. You will probably keep it like you have done to his briefs.It’s his Bart Simpson shirt. One of his favorites but he would be honored if you had it.Your lips are on his and your fingers are threaded in his hair. You’ve got him pushed up against the door jamb. Your arms push against the frame to try to detach yourself from him. But his hunger for you keeps dragging you closer.“B-baby…Tae,” you breathe, breaking the kiss for what feels like the thousandth time, panting as his lips work your chin line.“I’ve gotta go.”“So you’ve said,” Taehyung says dismissively as he tugs you closer again. You put your fists up and push them into his sternum.“I’m serious. I should’ve left like ten minutes ago.”Taehyung sighs and can feel a kid-worthy tantrum building in his gut. He stomps a bit and you giggle at him.He doesn’t want you to leave. And he doesn’t want to leave you. Why was adulting so fucking hard?“Fine,” he huffs as his arm slides down your and then lightly clasps your hand.“I will see you later,Tae.”“When?” He asks, tugging on your fingers as your body moves away from him.“For our second date,” you answer coyly as you release his hand and walk back toward your door.“When will that be?” He asks, biting his lip. He has not had a chance to take you on another date.You unlock your door and then look back at him as you open the door. “Whenever you’re free, baby,” you declare as you step inside your home with a shrug.“Tonight! I'm free tonight!” Taehyung calls out as you begin to close the door.Before it shuts completely, you stick your head out the door and a big smile sits on your face.“What time?” You ask.“Seven?” He replies coolly.“I’ll pick you up?”“That sounds lovely,” you reply before you’re closing the door and this time you don’t lock your door.In fact, you leave the door partly open and Taehyung can’t help but smile as he makes his way across the hall to make his way inside.[Make a Smile for me by Bill withers](Song suggestion: Make A Smile For Me) You’re walking out the bathroom and Taehyung instantly hands you some ginger ale and then a pair of earrings.“Found the earrings you were looking for. How are you feeling?”“I’m okay,” you say as you take a sip of the offered drink and begin putting on your favorite earrings, the sapphire blue gem hearts he gifted you for your birthday.“I told you not to eat -”“If you talk about that fish one more goddamn time, Tae, I swear to Go-”“Okay, okay,” Taehyung chuckles as he holds up his hands up to protect himself.You huff as you walk around him. “Where’s my shoes?” You ask looking around the space around the door.“They’re in the shoe closet…where they should be.”He’s playing with fire, he knows you’re PMSing but this cycle has been one hell of a ride. Your mood has been all over the place for days now.“I don't why they are in there, when I didn't leave them there," you grumble as you sulkily yank open the coat closet door and retrieve the sandals that match your dress.He rolls his eyes. You never put your shoes in the closet. You always come in and kick them off instantly.Even though it’s his house.You bend over and pause as you are tugging one shoe on. He’s about to say something, but you shoot him a look that says to be quiet.“It’s not the fish. I think I caught some stomach bug that’s been going around the university.”You finally get your foot into a shoe and smile victoriously when you do.“Will you do me a favor, darling?” Taehyung asks, as he makes his way to you and takes the time to gently grab both of your cheeks into his hands. They're incredibly warm."If you’re not feeling well tomorrow, will you please schedule a doctor’s appointment?” He pinches your cheeks and looks at you expectantly.You nod your head with a pout sitting on your lips. “Can you hand me the ginger ale?”Taehyung sighs and grabs the ginger ale from the kitchen counter and brings it to you.You take a big sip and then wobble over to your purse, and then pick up a pink box from the kitchen table.“Let’s get going. I don’t want to be late.” You announce as you head toward the front door.Taehyung is moving quickly, picking up a gift bag before opening the door for you. He locks it quickly and catches up to you while placing his hand on the small of your back.“Do I look okay?” you ask suddenly, spinning toward him.And Taehyung gives you a slow, deliberate look over. You may have been throwing up all night, but you look beautiful. There's no doubt about that.But you're always self conscious about your looks before your period begins. He's not going to tell you that, not if he wants to arrive alive to today's event.“You look gorgeous as always, darling.”He draws you close and goes to give you a kiss on the lips but you’re moving and offering your cheek instead.Taehyung pouts and kisses it softly.You must notice his pout because you’re kissing him on the cheek in return. “Sorry, baby. I just don’t want to get you sick.”“Yet, another reason maybe why you should not go and stay here?”“Why?” you huff looking at him and making tiny fists with your hands.“So you don’t get anyone sick. Because you don't feel well.”“Do you not want me to go? Because if you don’t want me to go you could just fucking tell me,” you fume, digging your finger into his chest.Taehyung is feeling very frustrated now.“Are you hungry?” He snaps back out to you, ignoring your accusations completely.“You have to be hungry because you’re sounding…” He wants to say ridiculous, or crazy, but he thinks that will only stoke the fire burning in your eyes.You tear up a bit and Taehyung’s pulling you close again and smushing your head to his shoulder.“Darling, of course I want you to go. I just want to make sure you’re feeling up for it, that’s all. I don’t mean to make you think that I don’t want you to come.”You’re sniffling into his blue Hawaiian button up and murmuring sorry before you step away. “It’s just I’m PMSing.”“I know darling.”“I really want to go,” you add, putting his hand in yours and then tugging him toward his car.“I know,” Taehyung hums as he unlocks and opens the passenger side door for you."Ella wants me there right?" You ask, looking at him as you slide into the seat."Of course darling. She asked me this morning on the phone, remember?"You nod sullenly and Taehyung shuts the door gently. He takes a breath and steadies himself for the rest of the day.—---------(Song suggestion: Breezin by George Benson)It’s a beautiful spring day and wonderful weather to celebrate Ella’s eighth birthday.The sky is a bright turquoise hue and the sun is straight in the sky, so bright that Taehyung is hastily grabbing the sunglasses that are tucked into the console between the front seats of his Jeep.Once they are situated on his face, he starts the Jeep and shifts it into reverse as he feels your hand on top of his.Taehyung raises your clasped hands and places a gentle kiss on your knuckles. Well, on the ring he placed on your finger weeks ago.It shines brilliantly, reminding him of you, Bee, on your blue bike with the silver tassels. Throws dazzling shapes around the interior of the truck.You're gonna be his. You promised you would be his and only his.Taehyung drives the Jeep past the building you both used to share. He kisses the back of your hand, this time the lips connecting your flesh and you smile at him again.He always does this when he passes by his former home with you but his side.You technically, still, live there but only for a bit longer. Only until you walk down the aisle to meet him at the altar.A winter wedding is what you're having, agreeing that it should culminate with the first time you said I love you.I love yours exchanged right in the middle of fucking.The attendees won't know this detail, but the two of you will. He remembers you moaning "I love you" while balls deep in you. Both of you have been giggling about it over the past few months.It didn't take him long to buy you a ring. He practically bought it right after your second date. It was nothing fancy per se.Taehyung took you out to eat and then slowed danced with you at a dive bar that had live jazz musicians playing.You came back to his place and almost never left after that. The only time you slept at your place was when his kids were with him.But they love you. Taehyung can see it. Not as much as he loves you but they don't have to.Nonetheless he's really happy they like you and you like them.You've been a fifth wheel to many of their outings, mostly with the kids requesting your presence. When Sunmi caught wind that things were serious about him and the 'donut lady', she full-court pressed him about you.Sunmi suggested dinner. Just you and Taehyung. With Sunmi and Jackson. You had instantly rebuffed this.If he remembers correctly, you had said when it was mentioned: "A fucking intimate dinner with your ex-wife and her current husband? I think the fuck not."So Taehyung stalled. Said you were busy with work and conferences but he would figure it out soon enough.And today was the day. The day you and Sunmi would finally meet.At Ella's birthday. A common ground where there isn't a pecking order, everyone is the same.Besides, Taehyung is being a lot more generous than Sunmi had been to him. She had the audacity to bring Jackson to the McDonald's where they exchange their kids. Without notice.It did not go well.Taehyung remembers threatening to leave with the children if he didn't get a full background check on Jackson immediately.Sunmi had summoned up one quickly."I already have one," she had admitted to Jackson's apparent surprise given the double take he gave her when she handed her phone over to Taehyung.His worry was minimized when Sunmi assured him that Jackson and her did not live together and he would not stay the night while she was in custody of the kids.Taehyung thinks for a moment. Maybe meeting at the park isn't a safe bet at all?But what would Sunmi have to be upset about?She's known about you, donut lady, for months now. She seemed genuinely happy for him when he confessed that he popped the question."I wish I could've met her before you asked her," Sunmi sighed as she leaned on the wall that lined the McDonald's playground."Why?"Sunmi had shrugged at this. "I don't know, feel her out?""I'm just engaged. It's not like we are married yet.""True. You still have time to cut the plug if you find out she's some kind of creep or something."Sunmi and him had fallen into a fit of laughter after this. Sunmi isn't really that funny, but he found it ironic that you would use the term that he had thought of himself as for months if not years.Still Taehyung wasn't that worried.He already got the approval from your mom. She was amazed to find out that Taehyung was indeed the boy at the Kim house who got his ass whooped all those years ago by Johnny Traegar.(Song suggestion: Flatlands by Chelsea Wolfe)Taehyung's parents? Brother and sister?Well they were a little harder to appeal to once it was divulged that you were Mr. Lee's lone granddaughter.During the initial meeting, his mother had pulled him aside and grilled him for even dating you."If she was trouble back then, Taehyung, she will be trouble now." His mom had whispered as she ran the kitchen sink faucet to cover their conversation."Mom. The same people back in Atwood probably think the same of me. They thought I was a pervert, probably still do. Do you think I'm a pervert?" Taehyung asked as he turned the spigot so the vase his mother was holding would actually fill with water.She had clicked her tongue at this and shook her head. "No…of course not. Those small minded people don't know anything." So...Don't you think that you, someone with a big brain…should maybe give her a chance? If not for her, for me?" Taehyung asked as he unwrapped the bouquet of white roses accented with rosemary sprigs that you had bought for his mom.His mother had gone quiet on him and so Taehyung left her alone in the kitchen so he could return by your side, on the couch, in the living room of his parents house.When his mother re-entered the living room, she had placed the bouquet in the center of the dark wooden, circular coffee table."The flowers are lovely, Y/N," his mother stated when there was a pause in the current line of questioning of your background and education.You nodded at her, "You're very welcome, Mrs. Kim. Taehyung shared with me that roses were your favorite."His mother's gaze had shifted to him, the roses and then back to you.And as they did, a small smile sat on her lips with just a tiny bit of her pearly whites showing before she said, "So, dear, tell me about yourself."You did. And when dinner was served and eaten, you took a moment to apologize to his family. Told them that you were ashamed of your past actions and for all the grief and strife it brought onto all of themHis family was silent for a moment. Taehyung remembers taking your hand and holding it tight when your head lowered."That was in the past dear. We can only move on from here. It's obvious that Taehyung really cares for you and has for a long time," his father stated softly. Taehyung thinks it was the first time that he said much that evening.His mother had hummed in agreement, staring at the two of you. "Is anyone up for dessert?"The room had broken into a symphony of yesses. "Y/N, dear. Would you mind helping me?" His mother had asked as she stood up from the table."It would be my pleasure, Mrs. Kim."Once his mother took a liking to you it didn't take much for the rest of his family to warm up to you.And then right before the anniversary of his grandfather's passing you suggested something strange.You asked Taehyung if the two of you could drive out to his grandparents' graves in Atwood. When he asked you why, you simply said, " to pay my respects."So he did. One early summer day, he drove you hours out of the city to bring you back to Atwood. To his grandparents' farm that now belonged to his brother.As you walked toward their grave markers you began to cry and he easily joined you. Watched as you laid flowers on top of each one and had quiet conversations over each one.And again, held onto one another, again, as you grieved for your younger selves. The ones who played with fire and got burned.Taehyung began looking for a house to buy not long after that trip. He also needs a bigger space for him and his kids. And you happily agreed to help him by looking at homes with him and giving your opinion about the space.When Taehyung found the house that he was looking for he didn’t ask you to move in with him. Never even brought up even though he thought about it frequently.He was scared about the answer you would give him. The only one he would be prepared to receive was a yes. Anything else would only damage his heart.Yet when Taehyung moved out of his apartment and moved into his house you helped him move his things. Joined him for pizza and beer with Jungkook and Jin, and even laughed at their jokes and added a few of your own to their collection.You liked the meatheads. And they liked you.Then one night as you were helping him unpack, and decorate Ella's room just so. Taehyung got down on one knee and asked you to marry him with the ring now wrapped around your finger nestled in a tiny black box.It wasn't much. At least to him it wasn't.He wished he could get you a bigger one.Thinks he will someday. But the sight of the current one made you cry that night anyway.And when he told you it didn't have to be anytime soon you told him to shut up before saying yes and then christening the place on Ella's bedroom floor.Now three months later, you're attending his princess's birthday party, about to meet the ex-wife that he had shared so much about to you. Not to mention Sunmi's current husband.—--------(Song suggestion: Evan Finds the Third Room by Khruanbin)"Are you sure Ella is going to like her present?" You ask as you slowly get out of the Jeep."Are you kidding?" Taehyung questions as he grabs the glittered donut covered gift bag from the backseat.He holds it up.“She is going to love that pegasus squishy pillow you bought her. She’s been asking for it for weeks,”"Squishmallow," you say as his arm slides around your waist."What?" He astonishes, looking over his shades to look at you better."It's a squishmallow, Tae. A unicorn squishmallow," you giggle as your hip bumps into his."Whatever you say. She's gonna love it." Taehyung kisses the area between your cheek and ear. The place he knows that makes you giggle. And his hearing is well rewarded with another and very much loved tee-hee.Taehyung lets his eyes wander down your body and notices the hem of your blue dress with daisies is fluttering in the wind. It stirs things within him."You know," he whispers as he saddles you to him.Ensuring you are close enough to hear what he’s about to say.. "That dress makes me think of the first time you got on your knees for me. Think we should try to recreat-"Taehyung is jostled out of his dirty thoughts when he receives a hard slap to his back."What the f-""What's up chef? Hey Y/N." Jungkook steps before the two of you and a smirk is on his lips as he looks between the two of you."Jungkook," Taehyung groans, running his hands through his hair. "What in the actual fuck?"His sous chef laughs and begins walking, glancing over his shoulder to see if the two of you are following."What? Did I interrupt something?" Jungkook’s words sound innocent, but the look on his face says otherwise."Ride'em cowboy!"Suddenly, Jin is hopping onto Jungkook's back and throwing his free arm around like he has a lasso in his hand."Get the fuck off of me," Jungkook yells, trying to buck the older man off of him. "Only hot bitches can ride this stallion!""I am a hot bitch!" Jin cackles and his arms wrap tightly around Jungkook’s neck.Taehyung is quickly shushing them as children become in ear shot. "Hey assholes? This is my princess's birthday party. If either of you fuck up her day. I will fuck you up.” His pointer finger shifts between both of their faces.“Got it?”Jin grumbles then dismounts Jungkook but not before he whispers to the young man conspiratorially."Yes, chef," they ring out as they salute him and begin walking like the semi-adults that they are.Taehyung steals a look at you and you have a big grin on your face. "Sorry about those meatballs.""Don't apologize for them. They're not your responsibility," you snicker as you survey the park."Besides, they're fucking funny. And I'm glad they're here.""Really?""Yeah, I mean I can always chat with them if things get too weird you know?"Taehyung can't help but agree with you on this one. Jungkook and Jin make excellent interceptors.The four of them head to a known location, the toddler- big mylar number eight balloons that anchor three picnic tables covered with pink and white dotted tablecloths. Ella is turning eight but currently it looks like a party is being held for someone who is turning eight hundred eighty-eight years old.Taehyung spots his princess and she's wearing a bright pink dress with appliqued red roses all over it. She's running in a circle with other friends as they try to crack eggs filled with confetti on each other's heads.As soon as he's in view of his Ella, she is running full speed at. He's spreading his arms wide ready to accept her, but at the last minute she swerves and launches at you making your feet stumble back a bit."Donut lady, you came!"You're shoving the pink box in your grasp into Taehyung's arms and scooping Ella up easily."I wouldn't miss it princess," you gush, a smile radiating all over your face as you hug her back."Thank you for inviting me."Ella sideeyes Taehyung and then whispers not so quietly into your ear, "Did you bring them?"You gently cover her mouth and look around carefully. You lean in close and whisper back, “I sure did.”Taehyung knows what the two of you are referring to. It’s what is in the pink box, in his hands. They’re donuts. Ella asked the donut lady to bring donuts to her party.His kids don’t always call you the donut lady now. They know your name. But it’s become a term of endearment, just like monsters have become one for them, for you.You're setting her down daintily and then pointing to the box in Taehyung’s hands.As soon as Ella sees it, she squeals with joy. "Thank you!"She then snatches the box from his grasp but Taehyung catches her by the waist before she tries to run off. ."Hold up princess, aren't you missing something?" He asks as he picks her up and places his lips to her neck. He blows raspberries on her skin which earns him a fit of giggles."Sorry, daddy. Hi daddy!" She hiccups through her laughs and then throws her arms around him. Ella smells like sugar and you.A few large iridescent bubbles float by and Ella begins to squeal again. Soon enough she’s kicking her legs so Taehyung can put her down. Taehyung looks up the field and can see a box the size of a medium bluetooth speaker turning out bubbles easily.“Come on Y/N! Come pop bubbles with me!” Ella practically hops out of his hold and begins dragging you by the hand toward the explosion of bubbles a few meters away. The cacophony of kids screams amplifies greatly.“Princess, I don’t think Y/N is-’”“It’s okay, Tae. It’s only popping bubbles. I will be right back. Why don’t you find us a few adult beverages,” You give him a quick kiss and Ella immediately mimes a fake throw up. The meatheads nearby join her with their own retching sound.“See you soon,” you add with an obvious wink before scurrying off with Ella.(Song suggestion: Moment by Johnny Yukon)Taehyung turns and sees Jungkook and Jin watching him intently. “What?”“I’ve never seen you like this,” Jin states slowly, wonder and awe filling his youthful face.“Like what?”“Happy,” both meatheads declare in unison.Taehyung spots Jackson manning a park grill. The simp spots them and raises a beer in the air.“I’ve been happy before,” Taehyung throws over his shoulder as he marches toward the self-anointed grill king.“Not like this,” Jin calls back from behind.Taehyung has known Jin for over nine years and his mentor is saying what he’s saying. He realizes that things feel different with you than they did with Sunmi. But he didn’t know that the change was perceptible, not even to his closest friends.“Hey, Taehyung. Congrats on your princess,” Jackson shouts way too loud when Taehyung comes close.As always the strong motherfucker is, patting his back roughly before reaching down in a cooler and retrieving an ice cold beer. Taehyung grins tightly to Jackson and cracks the beer open easily.He gulps and sighs loudly when he pops his mouth off the top of the bottle. Today has been more stressful than he anticipated.“Hey Jungkook. Jin,” Jackson states with less enthusiasm, blinking at them dully..“Yo.”“Hey.”Both hold out their hands and Jackson shakes each of them loosely..But even when the motion is completed their hands remain in the air as they stare at the cooler. Jackson sighs and sets his beer down on a small table next to the grill. Then he reaches back into the cooler and retrieves two more beers.The man boys seize them from his grasp and then open them swiftly. Jin raises his beer and reaches out with his hand to refrain Jungkook from taking a sip which causes the jizz extraordinaire to spill suds on his black shirt.“A toast to Taehyung for knocking up Sunmi eight years ago to produce such a beautiful daughter.”Jungkook snickers but plays off a cough after glancing at Jackson. He’s clinking his beer with Jin as he looks toward Taehyung expectantly. Jin reaches toward Taehyung, knocks their beers together and then turns to a very annoyed looking Jackson.“Don’t mean mad, bro. I mean you get her post-pregnancy bod. Taehyung went through the trenches.” Jin’s windshield of a laugh squeaks out and Jungkook is joining in with his Sesame Street, muppet approved cackle.Jackson takes a threatening step toward Jin and Taehyung is casually inserting his body between them.“Hey Jackson, I think I saw Sunmi having some trouble with the bouncy house over there.”Taehyung tilts his head in the direction his ex-wife is standing. She’s not struggling with anything. She’s just chatting up a couple of neighbors from his old, old neighborhood.“I’ll keep an eye on the meat here until you come back. Cool?” Taehyung causally takes a sip of his beer and gives a, ‘Are you fucking kidding me’ look.Then shifts to Jackson shoot him a, ‘cool the fuck down’ stare.Sure, Jackson is built well. And he may be able to take Jin, but there was no possible way in hell that the simp would be able to take Jungkook.And Taehyung definitely would not be able to hold Jungkook back once he started throwing hands. The jizz bag extraordinaire gets away with half the shit he does because he’s been box training for five years. Just for funsies.Jackson looks at Taehyung, then his grinning idiot friend, Jin and then a straight-faced Jungkook. “Fine,” he finally hisses as he hands Taehyung the set of tongs on the table.“But tell your friends to calm the fuck down or I will kick them out.”“It’s a public park,” Jin calls from over Taehyung’s shoulder. Taehyung turns to his senior and musters the best death stare he can.“Just saying,” Jin says, taking a sip of his beer and then turning to watch the kids still popping bubbles.Jackson snatches up his beer and stalks like his ass is on fire toward Sunmi. There’s another round clamp on Taehyung’s shoulder. It’s fucking Jungkook. Again.(Song suggestion: In A manner Of speaking by Nouvelle Vague, Camile)“That’s her problem dude. Don’t worry about him.”“I’m not worried about him, you numbnuts. Did both of you forget what I told you not even twenty minutes ago? I will hurt you if you start a scene here.”“I guess that happy Taehyung was only temporary.” Jin laughs.Taehyung rolls his eyes, again, and then flips a burger on the grill. After checking the meat he closes the grill door shut and looks up to also watch the kids playing with the bubbles. The scene is so festive and joyous.There are kids in the bouncing house. And the adults chat under the shady large oaks looming over the picnic tables. He spots Ella and sees her screaming as she runs away from Chet and Nat who are trying to spray her with small water guns.But something’s off.He doesn’t see you..“Have either of you seen Y/N?” Taehyung asks Jin and Jungkook as his eyes scan the park.Jin looks over at him. “Yeah, she ran to the bathroom like five minutes ago.” His friend is then pointing to a small building several yards away.Jin must notice something too because he’s stepping closer to Taehyung. “You okay? You look worried.”Taehyung nods his head. “Yeah, it’s just that Y/N was throwing up all night.”“Word? She got food poisoning?” Jungkook asks as he takes a sip of beer.They all turn to look at the facility and see you exiting. You head straight toward another cooler, shuffle through and pull out a juice pouch.“She seems okay.” Jungkook observes.“Yeah. I…I dunno something seems off with her. She's really super moody.”“Ahh I know what it is,” Jungkook says, taking another swig of his beer. “Woman.”“What?”“She’s a woman, Taehyung. They’re always moody.” It’s an obvious response from the young man. Taehyung questions often why he remains friends with the two meatheads.“This is why you never keep a girlfriend for more than a month, Jungkookie.”“Okay, Okay, fine,” Jungkook pouts. Then his eyes get wide. “Maybe she’s nervous about meeting Sunmi? This is their first time meeting, right?”Taehyung considers this. The jizz bag extraordinaire finally says something that is reasonable.“Or, OR…she’s pregnant.”“What did you say?” Taehyung snaps his head toward Jin.“I mean I was just kidding…” Jin’s sentence dies on his tongue as he seems to take in Taehyung’s appearance.“Is it even possible for her to even be pregnant?” Jin reasons and Jungkook takes in a big gasp of air, his mouth aghast.You couldn’t be pregnant. Could you? You had an IUD. Didn’t you?But it would explain some of your symptoms. Why you were extra moody this month. And now that he thinks of it, you only had a few bites of that fish last night. You had shared that everything smelled off in the restaurant prior to the dishes being served.“What day is it?”“Your daughter’s birthday, duh.” Jungkook blurts out, smacking Taehyung's forehead.“Shit. Right,” Taehyung begins counting the days in his head. Calculating just about how long it’s been since your last menstrual cycle. The last time you had asked for the “Bleeding Special”, which consisted of Chinese food and a bottle of wine would be…When Taehyung gets to what he believes is his answer, his heart is dropping into his stomach. And before he knows it heis shoving the tongs into Jungkook’s chest and making a full sprint dash toward you.The table you’re sitting at is occupied with other adults. “Hey baby,” you greet, smiling widely at him, one of your hands coming up to your brows to block the sun out of your eyes.“Everything okay?” You squint at him.“Darling, I…I need to talk to you. Come,” Taehyung is urging you up by your arms and then leading you toward the back of the restroom facility.“Baby, if you think I’m going to suck your dick at your daughter’s birthday party, you got me fucked up.” You shake your head, cross your arms and lean your body against the facility wall.“No, darling. Listen, I think I know why you are feeling sick. I was talking to Jungkook and Jin,” Taehyung takes a deep breath and he sees your eyes cloud in confusion.“I think you are-”“There you are Tae. I was looking for you and the infamous donut lady.”You both turn to find Sunmi standing with one hand on her hip. Her orange and yellow dress twirls in the air. Her smile is wide and genuine as she steps closer to the two of you.“Hey Sunmi,” Taehyung sighs and is a bit thankful for the interruption. This is probably not the best time or place to broach the subject about if you were carrying his baby or not now that the gears are beginning to churn in his brain again“Yes, I want you to meet Y/N, my fiance. Y/N, this is Sunmi, the mother of my kids.”“And ex-wife,” Sunmi adds, extending one bangled hand and lifting her shades off her head with the other.“Nice to meet you Sunmi,” you say, but you say it so softly that it shocks Taehyung. Maybe you’re not really feeling well.Sunmi stares at you and you are looking at Sunmi and then at Taehyung. Sunmi tilts her head and her eyes narrow. “But we’ve already met, yes?”“I’m sorry?” Taehyung chokes out, leaning his head closer to make sure he understood Sunmi correctly.“You didn’t tell him?” Sunmi continues, using her shades to point from you to Taehyung. You turn toward Taehyung and the look in your eyes is one of pleading. They are wide open and he can see tears gathering in your eyes.“I never forget a face, Taehyung. You know that. But I’m one hundred percent sure I met your fiance…what was it…almost a year ago?”You don’t say anything, but your head hangs down slightly. Sunmi takes one more small step to you and looks at you again.“Yeah, we definitely have met her. We had some drinks, talked about our exes and then hooked up in her suite during a work conference she was attending.”“Taehyung, I have met Sunmi, but I swear I have never hooked up with her!” You counter, looking at Sunmi and then Taehyung.“I’m just fucking with you both of you.Sunmi begins laughing so hard that she bends over and grabs the fabric of her dress at the stomach. “Y/N is right. We never hooked up. That would be weird, right?”Sunmi's smile is big but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes when she looks between you and him.