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Just a quick update. This blog and my activities with @thebiasrekkers will be on hiatus for two-ish weeks.
I somehow wound up with pneumonia - so I'm going to focus on getting myself well. Everyone please take care of yourselves out here! And check on your senior family members.
When antibiotics and all clear is given, it'll be back to shenanigans as usual! Thanks for all the love shown thus far.
-Tomi 💜
Pairing: Taehyung x Jeongguk x OC [ft. Namjoon x OC]
Type: Series
Chapter Rating: 18 +
Genre: Idol, Poly, Interracial, Tall Female, Smut, Angst, Fluff [if you squint]
Warning: Vivian - again. Namjoon kisses. Taehyung and Jungkook being real rude in a moving vehicle.
A/N - That feeling when you need to check your timeline and count days. Phew.
---- It’s now almost 3 years since they met.
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The Big Hit group made a hasty retreat from the media-to-media circus. So hasty that people piled in cars haphazardly. Namjoon managed to snag Tasha into a car to themselves. They were the first to pull off. They exhaled deeply as the lights grew distant behind them.
“What is it, jagiya?” Namjoon watched as Tasha nibbled her manicure away. It seemed her coloring had returned to normal since their unexpected meeting with Peyton.
“Vivian really pisses me off, you know?” Her eyes narrowed as her hair swayed against her shoulder. “Like, she’s talented, yes. She’s got potential, yes. But, she’s just...such...a…” Her hands clawed the air as she tried to figure out a word.
“Pain in the ass?” Namjoon responded gently with a lifted brow.
Pairing: Taehyung x Jeongguk x OC [ft. Namjoon x OC]
Type: Series
Chapter Rating: M
Genre: Idol, Poly, Interracial, Tall Female, Smut, Angst, Fluff [if you squint]
Warning: Vivian - again. Jealous Exes. Vivian. Strong Kookie.
A/N - I am just a vessel. I'm going to keep reminding myself that in the coming weeks. I'm only a housing battery for words. Here comes the party pooper. So sorry it took so long, ya'll! Next chapter will be up in a bit!
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You can never run out of things that can go wrong - Murphy's Law
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2 hours later.
There were so many people, all of them a little loose with the alcohol in their systems. People that had been reported to have hated each other? They were more than happy to see each other in a more private setting. They wished each other well in all of their endeavors. The CEO's all chuckled, holding conversation off to the side. Discussing how the landscape has changed now that the global spotlight was now in South Korea.
They watched like proud parents over the gathering of the talent and technicians that kept their businesses afloat.
And there were plenty of eyes on those very technicians. Their program started with Big Hit, sure. But, Big Hit wasn't the only company in Seoul. So they were spread amongst other places - and were not allowed to fraternize. Because they couldn't risk trade secrets, now could they?
This media-free media event gave students a chance to catch up with classmates.
There was no shortage of production assistants bragging about who has the best staff. There was also no shortage of production directors attempting to, jokingly, pilfer students into their 'camp'.
Everyone knew to take these with a grain of salt, to laugh it off. Everyone that is except - Vivian.
She was a dazzling sight in a white dress that accentuated her figure. Her hair pulled back into a slick ponytail. She boosted her height in a pair of almost 4-inch heels. She tossed her head back on a nearly coy laugh. Her fingers were dainty as they clasped a forearm here and there.
A flute of something bubbly between her fingers.
"Oh, stop! Please! I couldn't possibly fathom moving elsewhere. I'm so in tune with my classmates now." Her brow furrowed as she shook her fist to make a point. "Our synergy as a team means so much to me."
They were eating out of the palm of her hand.
Welcome to BTS Writers’ Corner’s first project! In celebration of the establishment of our network as well as the renouned holiday, Valentines Day, we present Amor Fabula, a collaboration between the various writers of the network~
Project Summary: “Love can be a wonderful thing, but it can also breed chaos. Imagine a world where love is absent; where the feeling itself is restricted, misunderstood, or illegal altogether. Marriage partners are chosen for the sake of increasing the population and enhancing socioeconomic growth. Nothing more. It’s a world where being in love is criminalized and your options are few: accept your fate, hide the truth in your heart, or turn your back on the world.”
@flowerwrites06 presents: Crying Petals
Summary: Story of cotton fields and vanilla kisses as a pair of friends living together for years are hit with a stunning revelation that could strengthen or destroy their relationship.
Released: February 10th | read here
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@thebiasrekkers (Eden) presents: Touch in the Dark
Summary: Min Yoongi comes from the prestigious family of Blue Blood lineage. However, to appear philanthropic in the eyes of the public, they volunteered their son to marry someone from “humble” origins. Two years have passed since he’s been married to his poor, orphan wife. But for the first time in two years, he’s starting to take note of things about her that are causing shifts in his views of her, shaking his heart.
Released: Febuary 11th | read here
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@aroseforyoongi presents: Playing Fiction
Summary: For as long as you can remember, Namjoon has been your best friend. He has been an absolute constant in your life and has never wavered. The problem is that in the world you live in, everyone is matched with someone they are never supposed to love. Despite how much you would love to end up with Namjoon, you understand the gravity of it, and spend your last year together trying to savour the small moments.
Released: February 12th | read here
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@nightowlfandom presents: Follow Me
Summary: On a small island called Nue Island, there is a rule, a ritual, a curse. It is that love is a myth. Romance is a fabrication by the weak willed and foolish. When the odds seem like they’re placed against you, and everything is crashing down. How can you get away, better yet, how can you escape the ultimate fate you’d be faced with and answer the question that’s been on your mind for ages…is love real?
Released date: February 13th | read here
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@moccahobi presents: Amor Erratur
Summary: Yoongi’s life was fairly put together. He would go to work organizing the raffles, talk with the one good person at his office, (Y/n), and marry whoever he was paired with. If only pesky feelings didn’t get in the way of it all.
Released: February 14th | read here
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@thebiasrekkers (Tomi) presents: Way To You
Summary: Taehyung is satisfied with how his life is. Because that’s what he’s supposed to feel. But, a certain incident changes how he feels. And those feelings begging to unlock memories deep within his mind. He begins to question everything -including why he keeps seeing a woman who is not his wife invading his thoughts.
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@prisczero presents: Renegade
Summary: ‘The system’ arranged your marriage with Yoongi, but you never truly loved him.
But this was the way your life was supposed to be, and you were content.
Well, until you end up in a bar where you meet a sweetheart with a badboy exterior. The two of you fall head over heels for each other, and you are torn between your emotions and the rules.
Jimin rebels the ‘system’ and shows you what emotional freedom is like.
Released: February 16th | read here
For the @btswriterscorner - Amor Fabula Launch Project in celebration of the month of Valentine’s Day!
Plot: Everything isn’t what it seems. The truth finally sets him free.
Rating: M // NSFW
Genre: dystopian! au/dystopian themes | angst | smut | fluff if you squint
Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Female OC (Tempest Estrellado)
Warnings: Strong language, interracial relationship, mentions of drugs, smut [like maybe softish? maybe sorta needed cause it’s been a while]
Word Count: 3,422
AN: And this is the end. Please enjoy, and thank you for loving all that we do © thebiasrekkers / darknytemare (Admin T). All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft.
Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]
WC: 3,422
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10:05 pm
They always sat in relative silence at dinner time. When was the last time they really sat to dinner? Taehyung pushed food across his plate idly. April made dutiful cuts into a piece of meat. “Taehyung, you’re not eating.” She barely spared him a glance as the fork disappeared between her teeth.
“How come I don’t remember the scars on my back?” He asked quietly. There was no need to lift his head. He heard the scrape of a knife across the porcelain. The sound of her chewing was suddenly thunderous in that silence.
“Whatever do you mean, Taehyung?” April’s brow rose as she continued with her routine. The routine of eating. The routine of being his Wife. The routine of keeping...s e c r e t s. “You told me it was something that happened as a child. We’re so busy these days, I’m sure it slipped your mind.” Her voice never wavered. He knew she believed that to be true.
Or maybe she wanted him to believe that she believed it to be true.
Plot: Knocked from his routine, Taehyung finds himself discovering [or is it remembering?] the reality of his situation. It’s especially disturbing since his Wife has been acting rather strange.
Rating: M // NSFW
Genre: dystopian! au/dystopian themes | angst | smut | fluff if you squint
Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Female OC (Tempest Estrellado)
Warnings: Strong language, interracial relationship, mentions of drugs, blood, main character injury, implied smut
Word Count: 1,488
AN: This hot mess has 3 parts. Please enjoy and thank you for loving all that we do © thebiasrekkers (Admin T). All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft.
Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]
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9 am
“Mr. Kim, you seem to be unwell.” Tempest frowned as she pressed the back of her hand against his forehead. “Have you eaten?” He felt himself leaning into the coolness of her palm. There was a brow arch as she watched him. “Mr. Kim? Did you eat?”
Tae blinked sleepily as he straightened himself. The meeting happened earlier in order for him to retreat back to his office. “N-no. I wound up losing track of time. I had something small and coffee. I apologize for concerning you.” He let his chest expand on an inhale. “I’ll be alright, Ms. Estrellado.”
She lowered her hands just as the door swung open.
For the @btswriterscorner - Amor Fabula Launch Project in celebration of the month of Valentine’s Day!
Plot: Taehyung is happy with his life because that’s how he’s supposed to feel. He lives his life by routine to the minute. In the new world order, love is a dangerous emotion - and therefore illegal. That’s perfectly fine - until the lingering ‘dreams’ of a strange woman throw him out of sync. Mostly because that woman isn’t his wife.
Rating: M // NSFW
Genre: dystopian! au/dystopian themes | angst | smut | fluff if you squint
Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Female OC (Tempest Estrellado)
Warnings: Strong language, interracial relationship, mentions of drugs, blood, main character injury, implied smut
Word Count: 2,886
AN: This hot mess has 3 parts. Please enjoy and thank you for loving all that we do © thebiasrekkers/darknytemare . All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft.
Links:
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“Can we stay like this forever?” She always asked him this after. Their bodies drying in a cool summer breeze through an open window. Their limbs tangled and he could feel her breath against the skin of his neck. The gentle rise and fall of her shoulders. Taehyung kept his eyes closed, living within the sounds and sensations around him. His fingers could trace the colony of goosebumps on her skin. He could smell the heat of her so close. The faint sweet, salty mix of their love lingered on his lips turning upward into a dreamy smile. The rumble of his laugh deep and sensual caused her to smile.
He could always remember her eyes - they were unique. Leonine. A golden-amber concoction, a genetic mutation that added something wild to the already fierce attitude within that petite form.
His mouth formed her name, but he could never hear it. She tilted her gaze to his face as his fingers slid along her jaw.
He’d always say something - it was something that he knew he shouldn’t be saying. But, they said it to each other. They said it freely.
Then there was always pain that seared his mind.
Then the alarm would ring and it would be forgotten again.
Moodboard by Me
Credit: belongs to owners of photos/textures/effects
Posting Date - 2/14-2/15
Title: Way To You
Taehyung is happy with his life because that’s how he’s supposed to feel. In the new world order, love is a dangerous emotion - and therefore illegal. He lives his life by routine to the minute. That is until visions of a woman, who is not is assigned wife, start to fill his dreams.
Holy shit - it’s Valentine’s Day week, ya’ll!
No Words will return next week! I’m going to drop this 3 part hot mess dystopian love story. Of course, it’s a Tae story [can you tell I’m whipped?] I’ll also be dropping a Hobi secondary as well!
It’s a part of a launch project for https://btswriterscorner.tumblr.com/post/190725993690/welcome-to-bts-writers-corners-first-project-in
Please love these stories as we turn the idea of Valentine’s Day on its ear.
With that being said, I’m going to try to get better about updates! Here’s what’s in the pipeline for now.
As always - thank you for following! Thank you for loving all the hot mess on here! All constructive criticisms and comments are welcome! Send a heart to a fic writer - and may your thirst for entertainment stay quenched!
T.
Status: Way To You - network project-
-Moodboard thingy 2/13
-Chapter 1 [2/14]
-Chapter 2-3 [2/15]
No Words [Tae]
- Resumes 2/21
Currently Planning:
No Words [RM]
Is It a Sin? [Demon/Devil Taehyung AU]
Banished Midnight [OT7 Werewolf AU]
Pairing: Taehyung x Jeongguk x OC [ft. Namjoon x OC]
Type: Series
Genre: Idol, Poly, Interracial, Tall Female, Smut, Angst, Fluff [if you squint]
Warning: Vivian. That’s right, the warning is Vivian.
A/N - I fell into that pit of ‘what are you doing with this trash story’ style negative brain activity. Things took a turn. I’m sorry for making you wait. This story is still a mess. We’re back on the tracks, folks! Also, my friend made a banner for this story. SQUEE.
Words: 2.5k
Tasha watched her friend huddle over notebooks with her brow deeply furrowed. The holidays were rushing up to greet them, and they were bustling to finish their course-load. They had been pouring over notebooks, comparing notes, and debating practicums for the last few weeks. They were huddled with the newbies in the common room at the Hannam-dong dorm space. It was easy to help the new kids with their first-year work. It was a big boost of confidence, and perhaps ego, that they could spout off the answers and explanations so easily.
But, as the older kids on the block? Things had changed technologically for them. The American vs. Korean applications of sound and camera work were on a whole different scale. Their whole purpose was a comparison of the two. Yet, they found themselves in a conundrum. It was simple, really it was, that with the consumption of Hallyu in the rest of the world - people were developing different expectations for music videos and shows. They were in the front seat of this grand show of change. Now, this isn't to say that there weren’t pioneers.
There would always be respect for those that paved the way prior. Those bold visionaries that twisted their earlier experiences. But like all things, time brings change and new technology. They were barely scraping the surface of the musical experience. People weren’t satisfied with the entertainer simply being still surrounded by bodies. There was a want for more of a storytelling aspect. Or, they wanted snappy effects that added something. The thing is people were wanting more than what they were getting.
“Ahhh! My eyes are starting to cross. I swear to GOD.” Tasha rubbed her face flinging those rainbow-colored plaits out of her face. She turned to the others as they stared at blinking cursors paused in mid-sentence. She groaned checking the time, “Ok, guys. Let’s...let’s stop, for now, yea?” A few agree to shut their laptops down - except for one person.
“Hey, we have a function to get ready for, missy.” The clickity-clack of keys had slowed from the beginning of their session but remained steady.
“I’m well aware of that, Tasha.” She quipped as she stared over the top of her glasses. Tasha grunted as the new kids laughed.
“Come on, we know she’s the nerd of the group. Are you surprised?” Tasha’s gaze narrowed to the owner of that voice. “I’m surprised she managed to have any fun while being here.” The bad attempt sarcasm rubbed Tasha the wrong fucking way.
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Holy crap?! Tumblr please get your act together 😒.
To the lovely person that sent me that ask? I apologize for the time! But, I did put in that read more, sorry about that! But glad you liked Viscum and I appreciate your comment!
I dunno why Tumblr does that thing where you know you got a notification, you go to check it- and then it tells you to check when you get activity? 🤦♀️
Alas.
I am going through messages and will respond promptly! Thank you for all the new story love! I appreciate it as always!
-T
I have no self-control! SURPRISE. I’m sure...you all were aware of that by now. So, ya’ll gettin’ a double chapter this weekend. Again, I am SO SORRY in advance. Maybe. Slightly. Kinda? IDFK. I’m going to pretend to be brave and ‘regret nothing’. Then I’m going to hide when I post this bullshit ass, stupid, flustered, g’damned just... Ya’ll get chapters. I regret nothing. For now. Just know that everything I described is humanly possible. Whether you should attempt it or not?
Shit. Should I warn for that? Please don’t try this shit at home. Or do - ya’ll are adults.
<.<
Pairing: Taehyung x Jeongguk x Mention of OC [ft. Namjoon x OC]
Type: Series
Genre: Idol, Poly, Interracial, Tall Female, Smut, Angst, Fluff [if you squint]
Warning: Dirty. A smidge of MxM interaction [I mean they should just do it, but they said not yet. So I’m not even in charge of this story anymore.], Sleepy Namjoon voice while he holds his girl, did I mention tired, groggy Namjoon voice?, Plotting. Best Friend threats [you know when you threaten the bf/romantic interest to take care of your bestie, or you die? Yeah, that.]
A/N - Don’t you hate getting wrecked by your own story? STG. Kim Namjoon. I might start dropping the spin-off soon? Cause the other Kim is ready to speak his piece. As always, thank you for loving this hot mess.
Words: 2195
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Taehyung couldn’t help but smirk as the Maknae paced a hole into the wooden floorboards. Leaned back on both hands, that slight tilt to his head - that look wasn’t lost on Jeongguk. He knew it’s power well enough. Taehyung scoffed as he leaned back on his elbows. “Well, Gguk-ah?” A brow arched as he waited in that thick silence.
There was a muscle in Gguk’s jaw that seemed to throb with his pulse. His tongue prodding out the space of his cheek. A finger lifted toward the Visual as he approached. “Are you sure, Taehyung? Are you sure about this? About Her? You remember what happened, right?” He crossed his arms, watching that smug look melt away from Taehyung’s face.
It was replaced with something else, something...darker. Something that had Taehyung springing up from his comfy recline on the sofa. “Are you sure, Gguk-ah? Because I know what I want. I was sure two years ago, and I’m sure as hell sure now. I’m not letting her escape. Not this time.” Long spindly fingers clawed the air in front of Jeongguk’s face. “You know she feels the same way, Jeongguk.” He spoke between clenched teeth. “You knew it before, and you realized it at the Christmas party last year.” Taehyung’s mouth turned downward as Jeongguk sighed.
“It’s always been us, Tae.” The formalities dropped in this close private space between them. Jeongguk ran his fingers through the fluffy fringe of his hair. “What am I supposed to say? What am I supposed to do?” The other hand reached and tugged as he spun on his heel. Tae watched him, the frown deepened.
Taehyung sat on the edge of the couch as the maknae paced. “You need to find out for yourself, Jeongguk. I can’t make this decision for you. But, it’s obvious that you need to say and do something, Gguk-ah.” His lips pressed into a thin line as Jeongguk turned to face him.
“I love you.” The massive push of air through the maknae’s flared nostrils rattled the air. They met each other with lust blown pupils.
“I know.” Tae’s deep rumble cut through the tension. “I love you, too. But I also love her.”
There was something akin to a breeze that past between them as Jeongguk closed the distance. His hands wrapped around the back of Taehyung’s neck as their foreheads touched. Tae placed a hand on Gguk’s chest, right above the thundering beat of his heart.
The Visual smirked softly, “And you might love her, too.”
“What are we going to do?” Jeongguk’s lips brushed against Taehyung’s forehead, a soft sigh escaping. His eyes fluttered closed as he allowed himself to put all the puzzle pieces together.
Puzzle pieces? Right. It was always when you were just about finished - that one piece still went missing. So you gave up or chose to start a new puzzle. The boys all managed to keep their relationships, outside or with each other, secret. They were supportive of each other over heartbreaks - just like any friend would do. They were professional enough that private dalliances never affected their work ethic. They worked hard to get where they were, and they wouldn’t jeopardize that.
Sometimes you needed more, and some understood that - without judgment.
And that is what Jeongguk feared the most. “Love exists in as many forms as there are people.” He spoke quietly against the elder’s skin. Tae arched a brow as he tilted his head upward. Their noses brushed as he awaited an explanation.
“I..” Gguk looked sheepish as he scratched the back of his neck. “I might have mentioned, discreetly, about this..to Ki-Nam.” Tae groaned, his head rolling back as his eyes shut. “Now, hold on a second. I didn’t tell him who or what. I just asked a question, that’s all.”
“And that question was?” Tae’s fingers lingered at the pinched section of the maknae’s hip.
“Can you be in love with two people at the same time?” The younger muttered quietly. “And he said, that love exists in as many forms as people do. So, the combination that works for me might not work for others.” Tae’s brow ticked upward, shocked at such a mature - and logical explanation. “But, he said that I would know that combination - and that if I’m not careful? I..it could go away.”
Taehyung looked like a deer in headlights as that maturity came spilling out of Jeongguk. His gaze softened when those long fingers slid against the younger’s jaw. “Look at you, being an adult.” Gguk scowled, nipping at those invading fingers.
Taehyung was quick to remove them. The bunny bites could be...painful.
“So?” Gguk ruffled his hair again with a deep inhale. “I suppose we should plan something then, yes?” Turning to Taehyung, who was smiling wide - his wheels already turning.
“You need to get her alone, Gguk-ah. You have to let her know your intentions. You have to let her know that you’re serious.” Tae’s eyes darkened as he thought back to the karaoke room over a month ago. “I feel it’s typical that she feels the need to protect herself. But, she’s scared..and she’s stubborn.” Jeongguk smirked at that.
“I think that’s what I like about her.” The Maknae chuckled softly. “She comes across coldly, but the moment we need something? She’s there to worry about us. She really is sort of like family now, isn’t she?” He pursed his lips in thought as Tae nodded in agreement.
“She is. We know they had a difficult time when they got here. We’re not stupid - even if she and Tasha tried to keep it under wraps.” Taehyung let his fingers play over his bottom lip. “We’ve heard the stories, but to have that asshole just…”
“Taehyung, don’t.” Jeongguk’s voice turned raspy and deep. He remembered the way she looked, trying to scramble from the table. They were lucky to catch her before she found a cab. They both inhaled deeply before gazing at each other again. Taehyung tilted his face up as Jeongguk stood between his legs.
“You trust me, right?” Tae’s voice was quiet and deep. Gguk nodded quietly. “Then trust yourself, Gguk-ah. I do. My feelings for you will never change, even as we do. You’ll always be special to me. But, you know I can’t ignore these things.” He offered a slight smile. Tae has always been the odd man out. Still doing things on the far side of the typical path. He saw the world differently, and he acted upon it. Jeongguk was along for the ride, and it has taken them both places they couldn’t have found living in fear. They couldn’t have seen them if they weren’t living at all.
That thick muscle ticked in Jeongguk’s jaw as he held Taehyung’s gaze. His shoulders finally sagged, his head dropping in defeat. There was an energy between the three of them, this much was true. He wanted that sensation again.
Taehyung quietly watched the maknae process his emotions. He knew that pressuring Gguk would result in resistance. He considered it a blessing; he made the discovery on his own. It would be a higher chance of success with them working as a team.
“We’re supposed to do a late Thanksgiving get together.” Jeongguk’s voice was raspy, deep, and serious. Taehyung’s brows ticked upward with a nod. “But it’s not just our staff.” The younger’s arms crossed the broad expanse of his chest.
Taehyung sucked an irritated breath through his teeth. “That’s right. There’s supposed to be mixed in with one of the stations, right?” The younger nodded as he flopped down into a crouch. “That means the other students that either returned or stayed will be in the same space.”
“But, of course, we’re there for appearance sake, and then we’re off to do our own thing.” Gguk waved a hand haphazardly. “Maybe I’ll join you for karaoke this time.” Jeongguk lips lifted in a sly smirk. Tae tilted his head; the realization caused his eyes to pop wide open.
“You..” Tae stuttered as Jeongguk stood up, stretching with a smile.
“Hyungie, it’s a good thing that place was noisy,” Gguk smirked before moving to put on the coffee.
Taehyung’s growl wasn’t missed as Jeongguk couldn’t help smiling over the dig. The Visual wore a sour look as Gguk gleefully started breakfast. He glanced down to his phone, his fingers ghosting over a message he received earlier in the evening.
Tash-Tash: I can trust you, right, Tae-tae?
Tae-Tae: Of course, Tash-tash! Why would you question that now?
Jeongguk sang some melody as he cracked eggs and turned on the stove.
Tash-Tash: Because my best friend is a moron and I can’t stand it anymore.
Tae-Tae: Whaaaatt are you talking about, woman?
Taehyung stared at the message again - his eyes narrowing.
Tash-Tash: Tae, I’m gonna be straight with you. If you don’t do anything? She’s gonna bounce. I can’t keep bouncing with her. I’ve gotten my Visa handled. You know how I feel about Joon. I’m not going to blow this. That girl loves you, she’s scared, and she’s being stupid. I can tell you now...she’s already booking plane tickets.
Tae-tae: Thank you, Tasha. Thank you for trusting me and for telling me. I promise I’ll fix it.
Tash-Tash: Good, I’d like us to spend New Years together. Plus, I know you’re birthday is coming up. Get on it, Kim Taehyung, or I’ll come and put my foot in your ass! <3
At that time, Jeongguk managed to throw together a cheesy egg toast. Taehyung turned the phone toward him as he chewed. He watched the maknae’s eyes darken and lift to him. “Our girl likes to run, doesn’t she?”
Taehyung smiled as he picked up his portion. “Good thing, we love a good chase.”
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The blue light of the cellphone illuminated in the darkness of the room as she stared at the screen. A set of forest green eyes settled on the thin space in the curtain. She could see the world changing as something like Winter set over Hannam-dong.
Thick fingers dragged up her thigh and along the curve of her hip. “Jagiya.” The raspy voice thick with sleep ghosted a warm breath against the nape of her neck. She couldn’t help the smile threatening to split her face. The taller form tugged her from her perch on the edge of the bed. The phone lost to the piles of clothes already on the floor. A forearm across her abdomen held her captive with a groan. “Are you still talking to Taehyung-ah?” Namjoon didn’t bother to open his eyes, but she could tell he was definitely awake.
Tasha looked over her shoulder slightly, his face obscured by the pillow and her shoulders. “I did.” Her gaze moved to the window again. “He said he would fix it.” She chewed the meat of her bottom lip.
“Tasha.” There was a stern set to his tone. She knew that tone, and already her eyes were rolling, but she knew he was right. “I know he cares about her. Trust us. Trust him.” Her fingers slid along the veins protruding along his arm. “Trust me.” She turned to find his eyes open, dark and dazzling - full of conviction.
Tasha turned fully in his embrace, her fingers dancing along the passionate purple blossoms under his collarbone. He encircled her fingers with his hand, his lips easing along the worry lines of her forehead.
“I don’t understand how she tells me to go for it with you - but she denies herself.” An irritated huff as Namjoon chuckled sleepily.
“Tasha.” There was a stern set to his tone. She knew that tone, and already her eyes were rolling, but she knew he was right. “I know he cares about her. Trust us. Trust him.” Her fingers slid along the veins protruding along his arm. “Trust me.” She turned to find his eyes open, dark and dazzling - full of conviction.
Tasha turned fully in his embrace, her fingers dancing along the passionate purple blossoms under his collarbone. He encircled her fingers with his hand, his lips easing along the worry lines of her forehead.
“I don’t understand how she tells me to go for it with you - but she denies herself.” An irritated huff as Namjoon chuckled sleepily.
“You weren’t that easy either, jagiya.” Tasha ducked her face into his shoulder at that.
“I didn’t expect to…” He watched her fight to say the words.
“Fall in love?” He finished.
“...with you.” She added.
“I was just one of those people. Didn’t even believe in true love.” Tasha’s eyes widened. Maybe it was the sleep-thick rasp of his voice? Perhaps it was the lyrics? “All of my wonder. You are the answer..”
They stared at each other in that heavy silence before Namjoon pulled her closer. His head resting atop hers as he drew lazy circles along her spine. She fell asleep against the steady thrum of his heart.
Namjoon watched the world flutter by outside his window. His gaze lowered to the steady rise and fall of her shoulders. He fell back into that steady rhythm of sleep with her in his arms. A luxury that was rare and welcome.
Namjoon held Tasha a little tighter that night.
Taehyung-ah, don’t give up.
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Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC Genre: BTS Mafia!AU Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language, Angst, Smut, Slow Burn
“It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?
“The fun boys go until the dawn moon sets, This is so fun, all fakeness has gone home.”
I hope in 2020 you get to write that thing you’ve been wanting to write, and you write it amazingly.
