He’s So Hypnotizing

↳ Index [Chapter 14 - Masquerade]

Pairing: Hoseok x f.Reader, Seokjin x f.Reader, Jungkook x f.Reader, slight Taehyung x f.Reader 

Genre: Smut, Mystery, a lil bit of Horror 

Warnings: threesomes in the form of grinding, thigh riding, lots of neck kisses, sex in the middle of the dance floor, making out, mxm kissing too, fumbling, lots of sexy costumes, dirty talk, but also suspense and misunderstandings

Wordcount: 11.5k 

a/n: there is so much happening in this chapter, I don’t even know what I should comment on lmao. Also just so you know this is the last chapter before Sanguis Alpha goes on a little winter holiday break hehe 👁👁

“Oh wow, you actually came”, Hoseok greets you, taking you into a big hug before you can stop him. He already smells of alcohol.

“I did”, you and him step out of the hug, “my apartment was too sad." 

"Gotcha. But also look at you. You look hot as fuck. That corset looks so good on”, Hoseok says, placing his hand on your shoulder and letting his eyes travel over your body shamelessly. 

“Thank you very much”, you say and make a curtsy, “but you look hot too. I especially love the mask with that outfit. Also really love the harness, especially bold choice to go shirtless with it”, you say hooking your fingers in his chest harness and pulling him closer slightly. 

Hoseok purrs quietly, fire flicking up in his eyes for the briefest of moments.

“Thank you, thank you. I purchased them last week”, he explains, tilting his head back slightly to reveal his neck. The way his muscles flex under the leather straps, you try not to concentrate on too much.

You break your eyes away before you can do something you later regret, clearing your throat in the process. You look to your side, watching as the rest of Sanguis struts up to you and Hoseok. 

Jungkook is dressed in his full soldier uniform, face hidden behind a gas mask. Seokjin chose to go for a mask, which only covers the upper part of his face. Golden, it goes perfectly with his burgundy velvet suit and golden boots. He was not wearing a shirt under the jacket, revealing his chiselled torso.

You whistle through your teeth. 

“Look at you guys. Hot damn”, you say. 

“Thank you, you look good too”, Seokjin says, eyes not so subtly falling to your cleavage. 

“Thanks”, you hear Jungkook’s voice behind the mask. 

“Okay but damn Kook you really went all out with the costume”, you say, touching his arm. You feel his muscles tense under your touch, you can only imagine the way he lowers his eyes behind that mask. 

“T-thank you, that’s n-nice”, he stutters. 

Before he can grow any more awkward however, Hoseok drapes his arm across his shoulder. 

“Want to get drunk and then grind on the dance floor?” he suggests, looking between you and Jungkook. 

“I’m down”, Seokjin says, hooking his arm with yours. 

“Wait what?” you and Jungkook say in unison, already getting dragged to the bar. 

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SIBI FINALLY SANGUIS ALPHA COMEBACK!!!!!

↳ Index [Chapter 15 - Torture]

Warnings: graphic description of torture & violence, swearing, blood & blooddrinking, vampires being out of control and very agressive, I am literally warning you this chapter is not fun or quirky this is a VERY DARK chapter, VERY DARK 

Wordcount: 5.6k

a/n: this is once again a warning that this is a very dark chapter which contains themes which could be triggering for some, I tried to censor as much as possible, but there are still very dark themes in this chapter despite the censor! If you feel uncomfortable reading such themes I advice you skip this chapter and wait for the next chapter to come out, I promise you that this is the darkest chapter of the story and that the next chapter is going to be light again. 

This is now the last warning. If you decide to continue, do so with the knowledge that you have been warned multiple times and decided to continue reading out of your own free will! The chapter will begin under the cut. 

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SIBI HOLY FUCK. im so confused and scared rn.... did tae really trapped oc? who tf saved her in the end? will she be a vampire? i cant wait anymore for the next chapter which will be titled HURT 😫😭🤚🏼💔

↳ Index [Chapter 19 - Schicksal]

Pairing: Taehyung x f.Reader

Warnings: the beginning is very sweet until everything does a 180 and it turns very dark, violent blooddrinking, hunts, violence, betrayal, those are not your sweet romanticised vampires

Wordcount: 8k

a/n: i hate them, also istfg if just one of you blames oc i will slaughter you painfully

The sun was already getting ready for her sleep when you and Taehyung finally leave his wing. You hadn’t planned on leaving his wing, but your rumbling stomach convinced you otherwise. 

You giggle as Taehyung catches up with you on the stairs. He wraps his arms around you, picking you up with ease.

“What are you doing? Tae put me down”, you laugh.

“Never”, he says, pressing you against the handrailing at the end of the stairs, “you’re mine darling”, he coos, caressing your sides.

“Mhm, yeah I am”, you say, grinning goofily. His hair feels so soft in your fingers.

“I’m so happy to have you again”, he whispers, making your heart flutter.

“I’m happy too”, you breathe, feeling your body draw closer to him all on its own.

“Let’s never ever fight again”, he says, making you chuckle.

“That’s a little unrealistic”, you say. 

He pouts, earning himself a soft pinch to his cheek. 

“Fine, let’s never ever fight again”, you give in with fondness in your voice. 

“That’s better”, he says and smiles. 

“You’re so cute." 

"Ah yes? Are you perhaps talking to a mirror?" 

You snort, "Tae come on”, you whine.

Taehyung grins and leans in for a kiss, stopping as your stomach rumbles loudly. You both look down at it.

“Are you famished, my sweetest?” he asks, rubbing his hand over your tummy gently.

“Yes, a little, stupid human stomach, it ruined the mood.”

Taehyung looks at you with fondness in his eyes.

“Let’s get you something to eat, shall we?”

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fic rec: top 10 bts college aus

You Came For Me (You Stayed For Us) by kuragecharms – Seokjin is a single parent Jungkook meets during lifting, this is actually so cute

everything you make, you make well by jellyfishes – Taehyung moves into Jimin’s apartment during exam season and A LOT of cuteness ensues

twenty-four by fruitily – Taehyung handcuffs Jungkook and Yoongi together while they’re sleeping as a social experiment 

of ginger, strawberries and Serratia marcescens by Anonymous – this. is. so. good. omg fake dating but not tropey i love itt

King of the Library, Knight of His Trade by madigraye – kinda long but super cute

it’s just you (all the time) by imotikon – fwb au

Beta Tau Sigma by bazooka – the ultimate college au. namjin + fraternity  

Forever Young: Boy’s Side [Seokjin Walkthrough + Review] by numberts  – adorable jinkook au

and i want you (do you want me too?) by wowoashley (orphan_account) – love this  

Paper Chase by SlimeQueen – omg. yoonmin roommates au this is v good and v nsfw

like if you use or save  (´･ᴥ･`)੭･ﾟ:* ♡

↳ Index [Chapter 08 - Prandiculum]

Pairing: slight Jimin x f.Reader, Taehyung x f.Reader

Warnings: suggestive themes, Jimin being a lot, blood drinking, Tae being angry, confusion

Wordcount: 5.3k

a/n: boy if you don’t-

You really like the songs of birds. You have always liked the songs of birds, even when you were a little girl – too naïve for the world and with far too much energy to spare – you really liked birds and their singing. It calmed you down, but also made you think of many amazing stories in your head. Most of the time those stories were about the topics those little fellas were singing about. Where the spots for catching worms were hidden in your garden, how the air all the way up in the sky felt like, or maybe just about how many people they have pooped on today. You had the silliest stories for every kind of bird and its melodies.

Now that you are all grown up – still maybe a little naïve but feeling far more tired than energetic – the music of birds reminded you of home. Your parent’s house is surrounded by a spacious garden, so your childhood was filled with happy whistling and little songs, hence the many stories. So whenever you are woken up by the songs of birds, you feel like you are back in your childhood bedroom, ready to start a new day of adventuring.

So when you open your eyes to a new day and don’t find yourself in your bedroom, you are confused. Now bear in mind, you hadn’t expected to wake up in your childhood bedroom, your mind was awake enough to realise that this was impossible. But you had expected to wake up in your apartment. White walls, which were slightly yellowed from all the previous people living in it, a big water stain on the left corner of the ceiling, the smell of your radiator heating up. But you weren’t greeted by those things, instead the clear blue sky greeted you.

You blink a few times, rubbing at your eyes when the image still remains.

“Huh.”

The sky is still here even after you rubbed your eyes. You look at your hands and start counting your fingers. You have more fingers in dreams, so your father always told you. You only have your required amount, not one more and not one less. So you aren’t dreaming. You are actually resting under a glass dome. Also what is that smell? Like old books and expensive wood?

You look around. A library.

“Oh!”

You must be stupid in sleep. You stayed over at Taehyung’s place, now you remember! This is his library, a secret he shared with you last night before you and him spent hours watching the stars and kissing until your lips were tender. You touch them, feeling your heart flutter. Last night was so amazing. He took you dancing, walked with you under the moonlight, showed you his most precious possessions and then told you that you are important to him under the starry sky and then fell asleep with you while you were resting in his arms.

You giggle, hiding your face behind your hands. Last night was epic.

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“𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘫𝘪𝘨𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘱𝘶𝘻𝘻𝘭𝘦. 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺.. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴. 𝘈 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵, 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘋𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳. 𝘈 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 "𝘉𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘳." 𝘈 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘈 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦. 𝘈 𝘱𝘰𝘱 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦. 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥. 𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴? 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸... 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶?” —Yae Noguchi

FIRST LOVE: HATSUKOI 初恋 (2022) dir. Yuri Kanchiku

The kind of lovers they are ft BTS

I mean, its June y'all and you know what that means. I'll be doing this for all 7 of them but here's two to start off

It is boyfriend headcanons for ksj and a meet-cute for knj

Kim Seokjin Oppa, come back safe and sound!!

Seokjin is the friends to lovers, shared looks across a room, boisterous laughter like the sound of a windshield wiper. Seokjin who helps improve your Korean when you start interning at HYBE, Seokjin who tries to explain his dad jokes to you, tries to feed you Korean delicacies. It was easy friendship that bloomed between the two of you, who seemingly have nothing in common but once you start talking, it’s like neither of you ever thinks about stopping, him teasing you in Korean as you give it back twofold in both English and french. It is him absolutely hating PDA, where the only contact you’ll have with him outside is a hand at the small of your back or your pinkies linked together but behind closed doors, he is all over you, all over you. He loves twirling you around in the kitchen, loves cooking for you as you sit on the counter, completely smitten with this man. The second he notices you looking at him like he hung the moon, the tips of his ears go red, a small smile overtaking his features. He turns around, completely embarrassed, “waah yaah I know I am world wide handsome but stop looking at me like that.” He loves it when you cook for him, fumbling through the kitchen, looking up videos on how to make a dish form your hometown for him, maybe it is too salty, maybe there wasn’t enough spice but gods, he eats it all through your stuttered apologies about how he doesn’t have to eat it, promising him you’ll get better at it. This mf eats it all with a smile on his face, telling you he loves it. It is the days when he’s not BTS’s Kim Seokjin but just your boyfriend Jin who loves sleeping in, arm around your waist, face buried in your curls, just the Jin who doesn’t let you leave the bed, who loves playing video games as you sit on his lap, just as involved in it as he is, making noises of outrage as he fails to clear a level. Jin who is your loudest cheerleader, always with you, every step of the way as you learn to love your body and accept it. Jin who makes sure you take care of yourself during your exams or as work stress keeps mounting. Jin who never forgets an anniversary, making sure to clear his schedule ahead of time. Jin who doesn’t like you feeling jealous, like the mere thought of him finding anyone other than you is so absurd to him, it is impossible. Jin who always rubs soothing circles on your palm as soon as he notices you feeling insecure. He’s right here and he is yours.

Kim Namjoon oh boy, does it show I love reading?

Kim Namjoon is the kind of love that feels like bonfire on a cold winter night, the first sip of water on a scorching day. It is the relief of finally coming home. It starts off with him walking to the book store where you work at, a hole in the wall really, feeling so lost as he wanders around the fantasy aisle. You walk up to him, careful to make your presence known asking if you could help him, maybe offer him some recommendations. He smiles bashfully, dimples appearing on his cheek as he acquiesces, “Just wanted to try reading some fantasy, either grimdark or maybe fiction...” he trails off, looking unsure. You brighten instantaneously, rambling on and on about various books you’ve read, what you think he might prefer, your favorite authors in that genre and the like. You’ve always been a bookworm at heart, only novels though, which was why school didn’t pan out. You abruptly stop, cheeks flushing a lovely shade of pink as you finally take time to breathe, feeling his gaze on your skin, part amusement and part genuine curiosity. He buys all the books you’ve recommended, leaving with a quiet, “I’ll let you know how I feel about them.”

Huh—? how? You get your answer after about a week as he rushes into your store, looking completely flabbergasted and utterly furious, “what was that ending? Holy shit, is the sequel out yet?” Then you both get talking, getting along like a house on fire, both of you equally opinionated, equally enthusiastic about finally finding someone you could ramble about books with. As their band starts getting more popular, he visits less frequently, conversations switching over to texts and then video calls. You keep waiting, for the other shoe to drop, for him to stop calling, but it never stops. No matter which corner of the world he is in, he still calls, odd fucking times of the day sure, but he doesn’t forget. Falling for Joon is falling for his words, how your conversations strip you raw, leaving you completely exposed, blood on your hands as you tear your heart out of your chest, letting him see, spilling your deepest thoughts, a sinner at the altar. It is his quiet understanding, songs that hit a bit too close to home, of utter longing, of being young and stupidly in love. It is you learning Korean for him, surprising him on one of his birthdays by sending him a voice note, him bursting into tears as soon as he hears it. It is you being his biggest cheerleader, not the loudest but always steady in your presence, it is him always cheering you on, never forgetting the dates of your exams or important work meetings.

It is soft laughter as he breaks yet another thing at your house, embarrassed smiles and warm hugs, him trying to cook something for you, yet destroying your kitchen so thoroughly you had to order in. It is his quiet frustration at not being able to spend enough time with you, you crawling into his lap, hands in his hair as you whisper confessions of love into his skin, his hands digging into your waist. He is the kind of lover who needs to touch you like he needs air, hands on you always, at the small of your waist, holding your hand, arm around your shoulders. Not shy about PDA. If he wants to kiss his girl, he will, the rest of the world be damned. He leaves notes for you everywhere. You don’t know when and how he manages to hide them, but you keep finding little notes about how much he loves you, even one month after he’s left for the tour. He loves surprising you at work, buying you flowers and everything pretty. Just him being so stupidly in love with you, most of the songs he writes these days were love songs. Always does a shoutout to ‘my girl’ at the end of his concerts and at award shows. Once you surprised him at one of his concerts, face lighting up as he spots you, staring at you completely dumbfounded as he continues to rap. Bursts into tears because holy fuck it has been so long since he got to touch his girl. The entire stadium coos. He gets a small tattoo of your name on his chest. You both just love each other so much, there was no one without the other. No Kim Namjoon without you and no you without him.

This is my first time writing for BTS, so they might be a bit ooc but I really hope this was able to put a smile on at least one of your faces.

HOME ; kth

pairing: kim taehyung x reader

genre: ANGST!!!, exes2lovers

word count: approx. 2.5k

summary: you run into your ex-boyfriend at a bar. the only problem is that you are still very much in love with him. — anon‘s request is here.

warnings: so. much. angst., crying, alcohol, did i mention angst, kissing, swearing

songs i listened to whilst writing: hold me down — daniel caesar

a/n: my requests were close but anon requested heavy angst and i took that and ran with it. i LOVE writing angst because i enjoy inflicting pain! (just kidding) i hope you like it anon, and i’m sorry it took a while!!

Blind dates sucked ass.

That was the one thing you were sure of, as you sat at the bar, swirling a glass of water — you’d been tempted to order something stronger, because God, you were tired. It was Friday, and you’d had a long week at work. You hadn’t wanted to come on this stupid blind date anyway, but your best friend had insisted. You’d tried telling her that you still hadn’t really moved on from Him, but she wasn’t having it. So here you were, perched at a bar, completely sober and completely alone — the guy had stood you up.

It was humiliating, being the only person in the bar alone. Everybody else was with a group of friends, or with a partner; and judging by the pitying glances some people had thrown you, it was embarrassingly obvious that you’d been ditched.

You huffed our a breath and glanced at your watch. It had been fifty three minutes — it was time you accepted the dude wasn’t showing up. You downed the glass of water, and made to grab your purse — but before you could slide off the stool, a painfully familiar voice sounded behind you.

“YN?”

You froze, your back to the speaker, and a thousand thoughts raced through your mind, tumbling and tripping all over each other. And then you turned around and suddenly your chest was tight and your throat was closing and your eyes were stinging because it was Him, it was Kim Taehyung standing right in front of you.

The first thing you realised was that he looked good. No, good wasn’t the right word — he looked better than good. Even when the two of you had dated — because that’s what you were, you were exes — he had always been beautiful.

“Tae?” you croaked in surprise.

His already round eyes widened even further when you called him that, and you cursed yourself silently. You couldn’t call him that, not anymore.

“YN,” he repeated in a soft breath, lowering the mask on his face, and there was something you couldn’t read behind the surprise in his eyes.

He used to call you angel, not YN. He used to say it was because you were his guardian angel.

You let out a breathy laugh. “Wow — I — hi! What — what are you doing here?”

Taehyung smiled slightly and took a seat next to you at the bar. His jeans brushed your bare knee as he did so and you swallowed thickly. He gestured to the two people standing next to him, and with a jolt you realised it was Hobi and Jimin underneath those face masks. “You remember Hobi and Jimin, right?” Taehyung asked cautiously.

You nodded, reaching up to hug the two men tightly. “Yeah, of course I do!” Taehyung’s friends weren’t easy to forget. All six of them were so welcoming and bright and happy, that soon into your relationship, you’d felt they were your best friends too. You missed them.

Hobi and Jimin hugged you back tightly, full of how have you been and how is Jia, and how is your job and did you know how much we missed you.

Then Jimin exhaled and clapped his hands. “Hyung, let’s dance,” he declared, grabbing Hoseok and dragging him to the dance floor as you giggled.

Taehyung remained in his seat,and he quirked a brow at you, a habit you knew so well it hurt. “So, what are you doing here? On your own?”

You laughed slightly bitterly. “You remember my best friend Jia?” He nodded. “She set me up on some blind date today. The guy didn’t show up.”

Taehyung’s face dropped. “Bastard,” he cursed emphatically. “I’m sorry, angel.”

Both of you froze at the nickname, which had slipped so automatically off his tongue. You exhaled shakily and then shrugged. “Don’t be. I didn’t really want to be here anyway.”

You blinked and then decided to give Taehyung the easy way out of this conversation — you would leave and he could enjoy the rest of his night. “I was actually just about to leave.”

You made to get up, but a warm hand grabbing your own stopped you. “Wait!” Taehyung blurted. “At least let me buy you a drink,” he added slower. “I want — wanted to catch up. Only — only if you want to, of course!” he added hastily, and you could tell how flustered he was getting, with reddened cheeks and stumbling words.

You smiled softly. “I’d love to,” you said, and sat back down. Then you darted a glance to the dance floor — “They won’t mind?”

He shrugged. “Nah. I wouldn’t be able to keep up with their dancing anyway.”

“I don’t know,” you teased lightly. “From what I remember, you’re just as good as them.”

He shook his head vehemently, a laugh bubbling out of his chest. Something in your chest tightens at the sound, because God, you forgot how well you knew him. You knew every nervous habit, what every flick of the eyes meant — you knew he hated half the alcoholic drinks in existence, loved Bing Crosby — you knew how he’d dance to jazz music while he made you pancakes in the morning. You knew how he’d grab you by the arm and force you to dance with him. How he’d feed you a bite of anything he ordered, even if you ordered the same thing — how he’d insist of having a bite of your own and claim that yours tasted better.

There was a lump in your throat, and suddenly you couldn’t meet his eyes. Your eyes flicked to the bartender, who Taehyung had just flagged down.

“Soju for me, and…“ he glanced to you with an easy smile that sent your heart fluttering. “You still drink margaritas, right?”

You nodded, and as the bartender left, you couldn’t help a strained smile. “Can’t believe you still remember my order.”

Something in his face softened. “Of course I remember,” he murmured. And suddenly the air was thick with tension, thick with all the things the two of you never said, and all the things you did say.

The breakup last year was one of the hardest things that ever happened to you. You had never stopped loving Taehyung — how could you? He was so easy to love, so hard to hate. You couldn’t hate him — he could hate you, though. The way you left him; you were letting him go, because how could you make him stay with you? When he was one of the most famous men alive?

Simply put, he was too good for you, and while you knew that, he didn’t. He’d begged you to stay, and you hadn’t. It was really your decision to leave, and yet here you were with tears stinging the back of your eyes and your nails digging into the palm of your skin.

“Don’t do that,” he said suddenly, and he took your hands gently in his, carefully unfurling them so your nails were no longer digging onto your skin. “You’ll hurt yourself,” he murmured, but you could still hear him over the thumping bass in the bar.

You swallowed as you watched him bent over your hands. Your throat was closing up, painfully tight and no matter how much you swallowed, it stayed that way. “Taehyung,” you choked out, and he finally looked up from your hands, and his expression immediately morphed into one of concern.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said decisively, and throwing a bill down on the bar and shouting to the bartender to forget the drinks, he took your hand and led you outside the bar. Luckily, people were too wrapped up in each other to notice BTS’ V holding a random person’s hand.

He didn’t let go of your hand once the two of you were outside, either. Instead, he kept it in his as he pulled you down the street, and the scene was so familiar but so painful that you could have sobbed. The two of you had gone for late night walks often, and it had always been just like this — him leading the way, your hand tiny inside his. And then he’d tell you you looked cold and give you his stupid scarf, the scarf you still had at the back of your wardrobe because he had refused to take it back, telling you that you would be cold without it. What he didn’t know was that you felt cold without him.

Taehyung led you to a park bench — not just any park bench, your park bench, the same park bench the two of you always sat at, whether it was one of your midnight adventures or an afternoon walk or an early morning coffee shop visit. The two of you sat in silence, but he never released your hand. He clung to it tightly — you remembered that about him. He always clung to your hand like a lifeline, like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

Before, you would have leant your head on his shoulder. Maybe asked him to sing for you. Ask him to cuddle you. No matter what you asked, he always did it without complaint — until you asked him to let you go.

Taehyung was the one to break the silence first. “You left without saying goodbye,” he whispered, and there was something so excruciatingly pained in the way his voice cracked that finally forced the tears out of your eyes until they were slipping down your cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” you choked out. “Tae, I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry, I really — I don’t — ”

He cut you off with a gentle, “Shh.” And then he was pulling you into his arms, smoothing your hair down. “Don’t cry,” he begged. “Please don’t cry, I hate it when you cry. It’s okay, angel, it’s okay. You’re okay.”

“It’s not,” you sobbed into his chest. “It’s not okay, I hurt you really bad and I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he repeated thickly, and that was when you realised he was crying too.

“I’m such a bitch,” you said angrily, pulling back and wiping tears from your face. “I hurt you so much and I didn’t even give you the reason.”

Because it was true — you hadn’t told Taehyung that you weren’t good enough for him; you knew he wouldn’t understand, wouldn’t believe it, and so you simply hadn’t given a reason, just asked him to let you go. And he’d fought you, begged you to stay, until both of your throats were hoarse from fighting and crying, and then he’d given in. “If that’s really what you want,” he’d said, and you had felt your heart shatter at those words because of course it wasn’t what you wanted. But you had needed to do it, for him.

“It’s okay,” he repeated now, carefully wiping tears from your cheek — in vain, though, because they just kept falling.

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed again. “I’m really sorry, I should have told you why, I really don’t — ”

“How many times do I have to tell you it’s okay until you believe me?” he said sadly and he pulled you back against his chest, his arms wrapping around you tightly. You remembered him holding you like this all the time, and you’d told him, ages ago, it had made you feel safe. He’d loved that.

“I asked you to let me go because I thought I wasn’t good enough for you,” you confessed finally, your voice small, and muffled by the fabric of his clothes.

You felt him stiffen. “What?” he said sharply, and you sucked in a breath. You knew this would be exactly how he reacted.

He pulled back to cradle your face in his huge hands. “What the fuck, YN?” he said tightly. “You — you thought what? Why the fuck would you ever think that?”

Your eyes flicked away from his intense gaze, and again, you swallowed painfully. “I’m sorry,” you repeated, your voice small.

“Angel,” he whispered. “Look at me.”

You looked at him, looked at the tears filling his eyes and the tremble of his lips. He was so close to you, so close that it hurt.

“You idiot,” he saidsoftly, without any real feeling behind it. “You were — you are — always, always enough for me. You were more than enough for me, you made me so fucking happy! You were everything to me, why couldn’t you see that? Why can’t you see that?”

Your only response was to hitch a breath, voice breaking as you murmur his name. “Tae...”

But he wasn’t finished. “If anything, I’m sorry,” he said thickly. “That I didn’t show you enough how much you meant to me.”

You shook your head. “No. No, that’s not true, you showed me it more than enough times, Tae, this wasn’t your fault.”

And then he dropper his head on your shoulder, pushing it into the crook of your neck, and you held him there, suddenly overwhelmed with memories because the two of you had sat here on this same park bench in the same position countless times, but this time it was killing you both.

“I’m sorry,” he was mumbling into your neck. “Please don’t go.”

The last sentence stole your breath, because you were thrust back to the memory of that night, the night where you left him. He’d asked you a thousand times, please don’t go. And then he’d said he’d let you go, but he‘d asked you to stay one last night, and he’d looked so heartbroken you didn’t have the heart to refuse him. And so you slept one last night in his arms, wtih his head pushed into the crook of your neck and the remnants of tears on both your faces. You’d woken up before him, and his limbs were entangled with yours and he was holding you so tightly, like he was afraid you would slip away.

He was right. You did exactly that. You slipped out of his arms. You made him pancakes, and left them on the kitchen surface. And then you’d pressed one gentle kiss to the forehead of the sleeping man, and walked straight out of his life.

“YN, angel, please,” he said now, raising his head to look you in the eye beseechingly. “Please, can we try again? I need you, it always hurts without you with me, I really need you.”

You hesitated, and then you wiped the tears form your face and tried a shaky smile. “Yes. Yes, please, I want to try again, I want to stay with you.”

Something in his face brightened and he pulled you into his arms even tighter Han before and then he was kissing the top of your head over and over, whispering, ”God, I missed you like hell.”

“I missed you too,” uou whispered hoarsely into him, and then the two of you leant back to look each other in the eye. You don’t know how made the first move, just that suddenly the two of you were kissing, melting into each other — and finally, the tightness in your chest loosened. You were home.

BTS AND HOW THEY CUDDLE 💞

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Heeyy!! Here is BTS AND HOW THEY CUDDLE (or rather how I think they cuddle).I added a few songs that remind me of the individual members if you'd want to give them a listen 💗. Also i wanted to apologise for this not being NSFW like my usual work, i'm not feeling it today :/ but anyways, enjoyyy!!_______________________________

Jimin

- likes being big spoon so he gets to nuzzle his face into the back of your neck

-sometimes he lays on you'r chest because he likes listening to you'r heartbeat that reminds him your not just a dream

-deff COVERS you in kisses whenever your cuddling with him

-he has those big-ass plushies ALL over his bed (and they probably have very wierd names, like 'roosik' or smt💀) and sometimes just to be petty he chooses the plushie over you to cuddle. But he comes back to you in a few mins.

-LOVES it when he lays down in you'r lap and you play with his hair @////@

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Namjoon

(hes too precious STOP 😭)

- likes being big spoon because he LOVES feeling you'r hips/waist as you lay on you'r side infront of him

-watching movies and cuddling >>

- he always asks how you are feeling throughout the whole thing because he doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable at all

- he makes sure to let you know that he loves you at least more than 3 times

-he lends you his sweatshirts if your cold (ik thats the most 'uwu y/n 🥺' thing but plz dont kill me 💀)

- fluffy blankets everywhere!!!

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Taehyung

-hes surprisingly very clingy

- i can only imagine him as a little spoon

-he would want to get hugged from the back and when you put you'r hand on him to hug, he would hold it by his chest

-if your watching a movie or smt he will make drinks and you'll sit in between his legs

-like jimin, he also likes plushies but he probably has the very small ones which you could basically use as a neck rest so he lets you take those if you'r neck gets tired

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Yoongi 😼

- RANDOMLY tells you he wants to be little spoon and it usually catches you off guard

-he rly likes it when you touch his waist/hips when hes little spoon

-he lets you borrow his clothes

-whenever you guys are bored, he lays down in you'r lap and lets you do his makeup or skincare

- you guys deff squeeze each other's cheeks (on the face 🤨) as a joke until one of you gets hurt or smt and the other nourishes them

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J-Hope

- doesn't seem like he'd cuddle very much. I think he just mostly individually hugs you and cuddles you when your sleeping. Hes both big & little spoon

-A SHIT-TON OF KISSES >>

-he jokes around a lot with you so no matter what your doing, he'll cheer you up :))

- he buys you comfy things like ; socks, blankets, hoodies, plushies, and little cute slippers so that your not cold at all

- he whispers a lot of cute things to you in you'r ear while cuddling

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Jin

- BIG SPOON

- he usually cuddles you face-to-face so he can look at you and kiss you

-the hot chocolate this man makes is chef's kiss 🤤

-he loves it when you have anything of his belonging on you. Weather it be an elastic band or a necklace, it just makes him very happy

- i think he tells you stories while you cuddle 💗

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Jungkook

- usually big spoon

- actually ADORES it when you lay down on his chest

- he finds it very calming to hear you'r voice so he likes it when you talk to him as your going to bed

-taking pics w/ you while cuddling >>

- he enjoys playing with you'r hair a lot

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Sorry this was pretty short but i hope you liked it. ALSO I STAYED UP TILL 12:50AM TO FINISH THIS SO BE GRATEFUL 🙄. Anyways MERRY CHRISTMAS AND NEW YEAR TO ALL OF YOU!! Im very thankfull for you reading this! Reblog if you enjoyed and dont forget to like!! Send request if you have any Byebye guysss!! :)))