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"He said what?" Uma gasps, accidentally dropping her fork and drawing the attention of the other people in the restaurant at the loud clanking noise.

"He told Namjoon he was my boyfriend," you shake your head disapprovingly as you poke at your pasta, "I don't get it."

"You're not happy about it?" Uma questions.

"I would be if he meant it," you take a sip of your water.

"How do you know he doesn't?"

"Because a month ago I didn't even know his name, and now he wants to call himself my boyfriend!" You raise your voice before sighing. "It doesn't make any sense. He only asked me out because I said he wasn't boyfriend material and that night he said we were just having fun. All of a sudden he wants to put a label on it."

"What did you tell him?" She continues to egg your rant on.

"I haven't talked to him since." You look up to meet Uma's subtle judgmental look and you roll your eyes, "what?"

"Nothing, nothing," she feigns innocence, "it's just...maybe you should talk to him about it? I've never once heard about Taehyung dating anybody, let alone calling someone his girlfriend. He's probably new to all of this, you can't really blame him for moving a bit fast."

You search for a hint of sarcasm in her tone to indicate whether she was just joking. "This coming from the girl who has avoided Hoseok for two weeks because he said you were just friends."

She rolls her eyes and begins to aggressively saw through her steak at the mention of the man. "I've known him for a year. We've hooked up twice. We've hung out almost every weekend since we've met. He's told me he loves me. AND NOW WE'RE JUST FRIENDS." You go to stop her when her knife reaches the plate. She drops the utensils and buries her face in her hands, "I need to take a hint."

"I'm sorry, Uma. Maybe it is time to just let go of him. Or we should just date each other," you joke and she lifts her head up to smile at you.

"Yoongi would love that," she snorts, "at least one of us is having a good love life."

"Oh yeah," you say, stuffing your mouth with pasta, "how did it go with Jimin?"

"Chim was smitten like a kitten over the man," she chuckles, "I don't know how Yoongi does it, but he got him. Every time I visit him at his studio, he can't shut up about how cute the man is and how great the sex is. That man is all gums at even the mention of Chim."

"Shit, maybe we just need to get laid and then all of our frustrations will be, poof, gone."

You both begin to giggle but it quickly wanes down as you both exchange a look.

"Maybe we do," Uma says in a low voice.

"Should we...no. I just told you to let go of Hoseok and I've basically been ghosting Taehyung."

"Who said we have to do it with either of them?" She arches an eyebrow.

"I can't, my guilt complex will never let it down."

"Then fuck it, do it with him. If anything it will make it stronger, don't you think," she wiggles her brows and you chuckle.

"I think you're right."

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"Wrong. You fucked up, monster." Jin smacks the back of the head of his brother before returning back to chopping vegetables.

Namjoon grumbles at the nickname he has always loathed, "don't call me that. And how did I fuck up. I just thought it was something Honey should know her date said."

"First of all, stop calling her Honey. You know you rarely call her that. And second of all who the fuck made you messenger? Maybe the guy was getting ready to tell her and you just happened to get in the way."

Namjoon kisses his teeth and slumps his back onto the wall. "He should've told her then."

"MONSTER, butt out. It's not your relationship. You had your shot with Y/N and now it's this guy's turn." Jin huffs before feverishly chopping an onion. He glances at his brother's solemn face and tuts, "what's up with you?"

"I think I'm in love with her."

Jin snorts, "now that's rich."

"What?"

"You meet the guy she's dating and all of a sudden you're in love with her?" He shakes his head, "what about, I don't know, the years she was single and you had all of the chances in the world to confess this profound love for her?"

"I-I don't know-" Namjoon stammers.

"You're full of shit, Namjoon. Now," he walks over to the sink beside the tall man to rinse his hands before turning to him, "what you're gonna do, is apologize to Y/N." He opens his mouth but Jin cuts him off, "I don't care about whatever you think you feel, but you're gonna apologize for butting into her relationship, it was not your place to tell her what he said. Do you want her to come to Venice with us?"

Namjoon slowly nods his head and Jin continues, "then make amends. You don't want to hurt your friendship."

Jin begins to tie a bandanna around his forehead as he walks into the freezer, but pops his head back out one last time, "and whatever you do, do NOT tell her you 'love' her."

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"Holy shit, I love you!" Yeonjun exclaims as he scribbles down the last answer. When he sees your surprised expression to the boy's cursing he quickly apologizes, "So sorry, I just can't believe it took my this long to finally understand transformations."

"I get your frustration, it was hard for me to visualize moving the shapes in my head at first," you smile.

"Yeah, right. I bet this stuff has always been easy for you," you chuckle lightly as you both make your way towards the front gate of the school. "Taehyung could really use your help, he's worse than me," he adds.

You try to maintain a friendly smile at the mention of the man but Yeonjun catches on to your lack of genuineness. He suddenly remembers his indirect promise to his brother of putting in a good word for you. "Taehyung really likes you!" He blurts out and you giggle.

"Yeah? I like him too."

"No, no, no. Like you don't understand, I seriously have never seen him like this. I mean Jungkook and I even caught him looking at your-" he widens his eyes at the realization that he is making his brother sound like the epitome of obsession. You arch a brow at the sudden stop of the sentence and the blue haired boy quickly stammers something out, "u-um nothing you know, I actually don't remember. Have you guys..." He facepalms knowing there was no other way to hide his implications.

"Uh, no offense Yeonjun but that's kind of weird to talk about with his little brother." You try to be polite and Yeonjun eagerly nods.

"He said you haven't talked to him in a while, though. Is that why?" He curiously inquires.

"No, that's not why. It's a little more complicated than that."

The sound of a basketball dribbling causes both of you to look up just to be greeted by an impatient Juni waiting on a nearby bench. You see him speaking to someone but a wall obstructs your vision and you cannot make out the other person. As you both approach, the deep voice becomes much clearer and Yeonjun nudges you knowingly.

"Think fast!" Juni chucks the ball at the blue haired boy who instantly catches it, you instantly squeezing your eyes shut at the sudden action. "Nice, wanna come over to play? We have a hoop in my backyard."

"Go." Taehyung finally steps into view and your heart races as he adjusts his loose khaki slacks and white tee. "Take my car," he holds out his keys to Yeonjun and the boy grins eagerly before swiping them."

Yeonjun turns to you and whispers, "he's only this nice to me when you're around." Before Taehyung can scold him he runs off with your brother and they both drive away.

"I-I could've driven Juni home," is all you can manage to say as the awkwardness of the situation soon settles in.

"Guess you have to drive me home now," he shrugs and begins to make his way towards your car as you trail close behind.

Once inside, you toss your bag into the backseat but when you turn back around you are met with his perfect face. You're not even sure when you stopped talking to him and at the moment you can't think of a single reason why as you stare into his chocolate orbs.

"I'm sorry," he starts and you blink back to reality, "for what I said to your friend. I know that's why you haven't been talking to me."

"Did you mean it?" You ask, "is that what you want to be?"

Taehyung's breath gets caught in his throat at the sudden question. He scans your casual outfit of an oversized jacket and jeans, as well as your natural hair in all of its glory. Who wouldn't want to be your boyfriend? He couldn't deny the connection he feels with you, how you make him laugh and open up without even trying. But does he make you feel like you make him feel? Does he have what it takes?

"I don't know how to be a boyfriend," he says in a soft voice which earns a smile from you.

"I don't either," you retort, "a girlfriend I mean."

There is a moment of silence as you both grow sheepish smiles and blushes before you speak. "Maybe we can learn as we go? Then we'll see where it goes."

He exhales in relief before nodding and you grin now that the tension has been removed. You settle comfortably into your seat as you start the car. "Sorry I kind of ghosted you, when Namjoon told me what you said, not gonna lie, it scared me."

The memory of Namjoon's shocked face when he told him he was your boyfriend invades Taehyung's mind and he smirks. You glance over when he doesn't respond and you scoff. "What are you smirking for?"

"Nothinggg," he sings, "just at how funny his face looked when I said that to him."

"Ah," you tut, "jealous boy."

"Is there a reason to be jealous?" He eyes you and you shake your head.

"Mm no. We hooked up once but that was years ago, he's just a friend, now. And my boss."

"Oh," Taehyung nods his head, trying his best to remain nonchalant as he purses his lips. You glance over at him once again and chuckle.

"Jealous boyyy," you sing again and he pouts.

"Like you don't get jealous?" He snaps and you shrug.

"Never had anyone to be jealous over. Who knows, maybe I am. But even if I was-"

The feeling of his warm hand on your thigh makes your mind go blank, and you almost swerve off the street a little. You stare straight ahead as he begins to slowly rub it, your brain still registering the action.

"I'm sorry I get a little jealous over you." His raspy voice seems to have dropped 3 octaves, seduction lacing his tone, "I can't help it, I like to already think of you as all to myself."

You abruptly press on the break, almost failing to notice the red streetlight before turning to him, a cheeky smile already plastered on his face. You part your lips but he shakes his head. "You knowww," he starts, "I sent Yeonjun to your house for a reason. He's with your brother. Jungkook's over at Hoseok and Jimin's. It gets awfully lonely in the house by myself, you know?"

Which is all it took for Taehyung and you to end up sloppily kissing down the hallway into his room.

He kicks open the door, one hand tightly wrapped around your waist while the other is squeezing your ass. Leading you to the edge of his bed, he slightly pushes you and you lay on your back, your lips never unlocking. His hot lips move to the edge of your jaw and down your neck, leaving a trail of fire each time he made contact with your skin. Nudging your leg a bit, you open them and he wastes no time to settle in between them, his hands shamelessly roaming your sides.

You grip his hair a bit when you feel him nibble at a particular spot on your collarbone, and he groans in satisfaction. He pushes your jacket off and his fingers dance around the hem of your shirt, as if asking for permission.

With both hands, you grab either side of the shirt and peel it off before his widening eyes and you internally pat yourself on the back for deciding to wear a pretty bra today. 

"You're so beautiful," he mumbles against your skin and you smile until he rolls his hips into you and your breath hitches at the feeling of him rock hard against you. You feel his fingers make their way to your back as he easily unclamps your bra and flings it to the other side of the room. Instinctively growing self conscious your hands go to cover them but stop when Taehyung catches your wrists. "Baby girl, I just said you're beautiful," he places a kiss on your left breast, "these are beautiful."

Placing butterfly kisses all along your chest, you finally relax your hands, and he wastes no time in cupping one of them and taking the other into his mouth. You let out a small moan and arch your back, as he hungrily sucks at your breast, his tongue circling at your sensitive nipple. Bucking your hips up at the lack of attention, he plunges his hands into your jeans to begin rubbing at your clothed core.

At this point, Taehyung's erection is almost painful and the feeling of you already soaked through your panties is not helping. In one swift motion he rids you of your wretched jeans and you tug at his own pants as well.

"You too," you breathlessly say and he chuckles as he shimmies out of his slacks and peels off his own tee as well.

"You want this," he says by your ear, his hot breath sending tingles down your spine as he continues to grind into you.

"I want you."

He quickly walks over to his drawers and takes out a condom and sets it down next to you on the bed. You look back at him confused but it diminishes when you feel your underwear being tugged down. He settles his head in between your thighs, the feeling of his breath on your core alone enough to make you moan as you reach out to grip his hair.

Without warning he takes a long lick and you gasp, the reality of your lack of touch catching up to you. He nibbles at your inner thighs and you whine, already missing his touch. He laps at your folds sloppily, tonguing your clit in particular as your moans and whimpers fill the room. You can't even distract him as you grip his hair and he groans, the vibrations just adding to your pleasure.

"Tae-Taehyung," you let out as he begins to pump one finger into you.

"Want me to stop, baby?" He reaches his free hand up to massage your breast and you shake your head as a heat begins to pool at the bottom of your stomach.

He pumps another finger inside and you arch your back when he curls both and increases the pace. "Fuck, Tae I'm gonna-"

His lips silence you as his fingers now only go faster, his thumb rubbing 8's on your clit. He moves to the crook of your neck and husks, "are you gonna come, baby. I wanna hear your pretty moans."

That was all it took to send you over the edge. An overwhelming electricity rushes through your body and you moan uncontrollably, Taehyung continuing to pump his fingers as you ride it out.

Your eyes flutter open at the sound of the condom unwrapping and you see him rolling it onto his dick, your breath hitching at the size.

You suddenly feel a bit selfish and stammer out, "d-do you want me to..."

"No, baby. It's okay," he strokes his length as he licks his lips at the sight of you sprawled out in front of him. "You taste just at sweet as your nickname, Honey."

You go to smack him, but fail when he slams himself into you.

"Fuck, baby. You're so tight." He grasps your thighs and slowly moves, allowing you to adjust to him as you grip the bedsheets underneath you. A slight pain soon turns into an undeniable pleasure and your winces turn back into moans as he quickens his pace.

Suddenly he flips you over, and you get on all fours as you arch your back, already anticipating what will follow. He teasingly rubs his length against your folds and you shudder before backing your hips into him. Leaning over, he grips a shoulder and thrusts into you once again, filling you to the brim. You throw your head back and cry out in pleasure.

Taehyung watches you succumb to your own pleasure before his eyes and he can't bring himself to look away. He had always fantasized of this moment, but he never thought it would be as good as this. You were perfect, the small of your back curving beautifully as your ass backs into his hips and bounces. He knew you were as sexy as he imagined. He grabs a handful of hair and grips it tight, the sinful sounds leaving your lips only fueling him to go faster.

"Shit, Tae I'm gonna-"

He grabs your hips and lifts you to sit on him, your flushed face along with your beautiful body taking his breath. "I wanna see your pretty face when you come," he pops your pink swollen lips with his thumb and you take the opportunity to suck on it, making him groan. "Dirty girl."

He pushes you back and forth as you ride his dick, his grip so tight on your thighs you're sure there will be bruises left on them. You gasp when he smacks your ass, taking the hint to go faster and unholy sounds leave your lips which makes him smirk.

"Gonna come for me again, baby? Pretty pussy's gonna come all over my dick?" He breathes out, his own climax approaching as well.

"Yes, yes!" You ride faster and he takes your breast into his mouth once again, as you completely come undone before him, a moaning mess.

His face twists in pleasure as he finishes inside of you, and you collapse on his chest. Both of your pants fill the room and you push away the strands of hair sticking to his sweaty forehead.

He props himself up with his arms on the bed and gives you a lazy smile.

"Pretty porn star," he giggles and you finally get to smack his head.