ukewnnana...just ✨rail me✨

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Jia hugs herself as she crosses the street, ignoring the neon red hand on the crosswalk and the honks of angry drivers forced to halt at her lack of courtesy. Jia doesn't care. The pit in her stomach is enough to distract her from the shoulders she carelessly bumps into as she rounds the corner of the restaurant. Her once slick bun now hangs in a messy ball behind her head, bouncing with every step as crunchy strands have made their escape to attempt to frame her face as they naturally would. She stuffs her fists into the hoodie that half conceals the modest dress she wore earlier and the sound of her flip flops she exchanged for her heels inside of her car seem to echo inside of her head. But she only focuses on one thought.

Jin.

She sniffles as she finds the metal backdoor of the restaurant that he instructed her to enter from at the end of his shift. 2 a.m. to be precise. Of course, that was the plan before her surprise meeting with her parents and Mr. Kim. Before it was set that she is to be engaged next week. So now she stands at the door, her hand ghosting over the doorknob as she stares at the dainty watch on her wrist reading 1:59, puffy-eyed and red-nosed. One minute until she can see the only person who has brightened up her entire life with his laughter alone. The only person who has provided any sense of control in her life. The only person who has ever made her feel worth anything.

The hands hit the 2 and 12 and she flings the door open. The kitchen is completely empty as her eyes flit around in search of the man. She pats the pocket of her hoodie and groans at the lack of phone, prompting her to mindlessly stroll around for any sign of life. She passes the office in the corner and exhales a small sigh of relief at the sight of orange light seeping through the blinds. She knocks three times before hastily wiping around her eyes for any leftover mascara streaks.

A muffled grunt could be heard behind the door, followed by the dragging of feet. The door swings open and her eyes widen as she's met with the unamused face of Namjoon staring her down. She notices the bags under his eyes and the creases by his brow as she clears her throat. "Oh, hi. I apologize, I was-"

"What're you doing back here," he interrupts.

"I was looking for my um...my friend?" Her brows jump in hesitation at her own answer and Namjoon narrows his eyes.

"Who's your friend?"

"Seokjin."

Namjoon scans the empty kitchen, deflating slightly at his failure to notice that it's the end of the night. He seemed to lose track of time after he locking himself in his office once you left. Swiping his tongue over his suddenly dry lips, he stammers, "Jin's um...Jin's gone?"

Jia frowns as her brows knit, "gone? But he told me to meet him here."

Finally looking over her disheveled appearance, Namjoon quirks a brow. "Who are you?"

Just as she's about to scoff at his lack of manners, Jin comes rushing out from around a corner zipping up his jacket. "Jia, why didn't you text me you were here?" At the name, Namjoon's eyes bulge. Jia's, however, soften as she wastes no time in wrapping her arms around Jin's neck and squeezing tightly. Jin narrows his eyes at her sudden gesture, Jia rarely showed any public displays of affection. "Hey, everything okay?"

Jia nods, inhaling his sweet scent before softly whispering, "I had a really bad day. Could you maybe...stay with me tonight?"

Jin could scream. It had been a treacherous journey to get the gorgeous girl to open up to him about anything the last few weeks. But he didn't mind, he knew what they shared was special and that it was no coincidence that they met that early morning in the farmer's market. Jia was the kindest person he'd ever met, yet it always seemed like she was afraid. Jin's heart could burst at the thought of him being the first person for her to come to after a bad day. "Yes! Yes, let's go!"

She gifts him a small smile as both start for the door but stop when Namjoon grips his shoulder. "Jin."

Jin shoots him an eye roll before motioning with his head toward the small woman beside him. "Um...Monster. Kinda busy here."

"I-I know," Namjoon stutters, eyes jumping between the confused couple, his gaze lingering on Jia, "it'll be quick."

Shimmying out of his touch, Jin shakes his head before giving Jia's hand a tight squeeze. "It can wait. My girl's had a bad day."

"Jin, come on," Namjoon pleads.

"What the fuck, Monster? I'm off the clock, I'm leaving."

"It's important," Namjoon raises his voice.

"I don't fucking care. You're not my boss right now, Monster-" He stops when he feels Jia's touch.

"It's okay," she forces a polite smile, tenderly cupping Jin's cheek so that he can face her, "I can wait outside." She spares Namjoon a blank look before quickly shuffling towards the door.

Jin watches her leave and as soon as the door screeches shut, he spits, "What."

Namjoon is taken aback by his brother's nasty tone and frowns. "I-I'm sorry, it's just really important-"

"What is it."

"Remember the night Taehyung punched that guy and I was helping him ice his face in the bathroom?" Namjoon fiddles with his fingers, his eyes casted towards the floor. Jin would notice this if he cared.

"Get to the point."

"Uh...well while I was doing that, his friend came in. He mentioned something about Taehyung being engaged," Namjoon peers up at his brother, disinterest written all over his face, "to um...to another girl."

Crossing his arms over his chest as he impatiently taps his foot, Jin huffs, "Yeah, and?"

"And, her name was um...her name was Jia."

Jin seizes his tapping and drops his arms. Namjoon stares at him intently, freeing his hands in case Jin needed someone to help steady him at the news. He clears his throat, scanning his younger brother's face with a look that Namjoon could not recognize. The silence seemed to last hours although it had to be only a few seconds before Jin's exaggerated laugh broke it, startling Namjoon.

"Really," he asks in between fake laughs, tone sharp, "so Jia's engaged to Taehyung?"

"Yeah..." Namjoon answers slowly, brows furrowed in bewilderment over his response.

"Oh Monster. You've really outdone yourself today." He brings his hands together for a condescending round of applause.

"What- but Jin, I'm telling the truth. He said her name!"

"Yeah, because your judgement is so reliable, right?"

Namjoon stiffens as he takes a step towards him, "what are you talking about?"

Dragging his hand down his face out of frustration, Jin spins on his heels and starts for the door. "You think I'm gonna believe a thing you say when it comes to Taehyung and Honey's relationship? It's bad enough you're trying to ruin there's, you trying to nip mine in the bud too?"

Namjoon jogs after him, catching him by the hood to stop him. "I'm not trying to ruin anyone's relationship. I'm telling the truth!"

Jin scoffs, "could've fooled me. Especially after the little stunt you pulled today." Namjoon lets go of the hood, slightly propelling Jin forward and causing him to whirl around with a grunt. Before Jin can chide him, he notices his brother's plain expression. "You know for someone with an IQ of 148, you're pretty dense."

"Stunt?"

Jin kisses his teeth and groans. "You fired Honey just for standing up to you. What kind of message do you think that sends to everyone around here? To me? Bringing your emotions into our business is unprofessional."

Namjoon clenches his jaw at the sound of his maturity being questioned once again. "I'm her boss. What kind of message would it send if I didn't fire her for talking to me like that in my business?"

Jin scoffs, exhaling slowly as he shakes his head. "We both know that's not the reason why you fired her."

At that, Namjoon fails to come up with a rebuttal. Jin's eyes skip from the door a few inches away to his brother's sagging shoulders. It was clear to him that Namjoon was struggling, evident enough by the stalling and the way he continues to play with his fingers. It was all a cry for help. Yet, he knows that just on the other side of the door there's another person who needs him just as much. Someone he recognizes is worth pursuing.

"Monster," Jin starts with a sigh, "I can't keep being your babysitter. I can't keep begging you to do the right thing and clean up your messes while you're out here willingly burning bridges. Make up all the stories you want about Taehyung to Honey, but I draw the line at Jia and I. Keep her name out of your mouth."

Again, no rebuttal. It alarms Jin but not enough to make him stay. He quietly says a goodbye and exits the kitchen, leaving a dejected Namjoon alone again.

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"Honey," Taehyung asks you again, squeezing your thigh in an effort to gain your attention, "you wanna talk about it?" You say a small no in response, head resting in your propped up hand as you stare at the familiar homes whizzing by out of the passenger window. At the lackluster answer Taehyung frowns, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel as he drives. "You should've at least went back for your keys, baby."

The thought of Yoongi's cheeky burglary of your car keys earlier that night makes you smile, in turn making Taehyung exhale a breath of relief. "I'll just ask Yoongi to bring them to me another time." And that was true because Yoongi is consistent. Everything in your life is consistent. Too consistent.

The car comes to a stop and it's only then that you realize you are now parked in your driveway. The lack of porch light serves as a reminder of your father's dinner with his business partner and Juni's sleepover with Yeonjun. Fully prepared for a night of wallowing alone in your own sadness, you reach for the door handle just for the door to lock. You scrunch your nose as you turn to see Taehyung fixing his seat to lean back. He clears his throat, raking back his hair to readjust his baseball cap. "You really think I'm gonna let you leave after you barely say a word to me the entire ride home?"

"Guess not," you shrug, fixing your seat to match his, "worth a shot, though."

"What's wrong?"

"I told you," you mutter, "Namjoon fired me because he's a huge control freak who can't stand anyone refusing to take his shit."

As satisfying as it is for Taehyung to hear you speak about Namjoon in such a way, his heart sinks at the spite in your tone. Surely a few arrogant words from your boss wouldn't get you so down. You were stronger than that and he recognized it. "That's it," he asks, reaching for your hand.

You nod. "I told you. I just cried because I didn't exactly factor in getting fired in my plan for Busan."

"Really," he inquires, tracing soothing circles on your skin as an attempt to get you to relax. It works enough for you to turn towards him so that your shoulder is leaning on your seat. Noticing your change in stance, he smirks. "I know it isn't the fifth date anymore but we can still talk to each other."

"Yeah, well this isn't something too fun to talk about, especially with you holding me hostage in your car," you quip.

With a raised brow, he clicks a button on his door that sets off the simultaneous click of all of the locks. "You're free to leave, baby. I'll never force you to do anything." Your eyes flit to the unlocked door handle teasing you by being only a mere inch away. If you really wanted to, you could be locked inside of your house in the next second, too far to reach for this conversation and for Taehyung to catch. Tilting his head, he observes your hesitance and says, "I don't think you want to do that."

With a heavy sigh, you turn to meet his handsome face with a pout. "I don't like that you know me so well."

He chuckles, "you're very easy to read."

"Really," you challenge, scanning the loose long sleeve and sweats he wears.

"Really," his touch moves up from your hand to your shoulder to your chin as he gently tugs you forward to place a soft kiss on your lips. Now you sigh in content. You needed that kiss.

"Fine, it's not just the fact that I got fired." He cups his hand over his mouth and gasps in fake astonishment. You smile before pushing him back, "shut up. He just said some things that got me thinking."

"Yeah," he asks, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, "like what?"

"He said that you changed me."

Taehyung drops his hand. The loss of his touch causes your head to snap in his direction and you meet his weary eyes. He licks his lips as he gets lost in thought, allowing the pink muscle to linger on his bottom one for a minute. "Is...is that bad?"

What Taehyung has brought to your life can't really seem to be put into words. You know that ever since the raunchy comment he made months ago, there hasn't been a day that his boxy smile wasn't invading your thoughts. And although he hasn't revealed much, the tales he's told of his travels and sights have been the primary source of inspiration to seek a life outside of the habitual one you already live. You love who you are when you're around him. You love how he thinks. You love him.

Propping your elbow up on the middle compartment, you rest your head in your palm and groan. "No, because I don't think you changed me. I think you just helped me reveal to myself what I really wanted."

"And that is," he asks, nervously.

"Out. Out of this city. To see Busan, Ilsan, Daegu, everywhere! These are my best years and I wasn't even living them. I was just existing." You smile, sinking back into your seat in satisfaction as if every word were a breath of fresh air. "And you helped me. I can live with the thought of getting fired from a job for defending someone I love..."

Taehyung chokes on his own saliva and you both stiffen in your seats. You were so caught up in your moment of revelation that you seemed to forget to leave out the small detail. Eyes now glued to your garage door, you silently pray a black hole will appear and swallow the entire Earth right now. It doesn't help that Taehyung is still coughing up a storm, making you question whether he will even live long enough to say it back. That is, if he wants to say it back.

"I...I'm sorry I didn't mean for that to just slip out-"

He coughs even louder, rolling down the window to turn away from you. Your cheeks heat up from the embarrassment. "I-I meant it like a friend love, you know? J-Just friendly!" He holds up a finger and you purse your lips. His head is still turned away as he lets out the last smaller coughs and you can't fight the sad thoughts swirling around in your mind.

He finally stops and you brace yourself for impact.

"You love me?" He asks, a bit breathless from his now sore throat.

The corners of your lips twitch up as you break into a sheepish smile. "I love you, Taehyung."

"Are...Are you sure," he asks, incredulously.

"Is it so hard to believe?"

"Kind of," he chuckles, "you're a stubborn girl, baby." You would laugh if you weren't so focused on the fact that he didn't immediately say it back. Who are you kidding, of course he won't say it back. You can't force someone to feel something they don't. It stings but you swallow your hurt like a fat pill and gather your bag.

"Yeah well, I'm gonna go inside. Thanks for the ride." You smile politely, it's terribly fake though and Taehyung springs up.

"Wait, Honey!" He exits his car just as you're jogging up the porch steps.

"It's fine, Taehyung," you say, trying to mask your hurt with a chipper tone.

He notices and frowns. "D-Did I say something wrong?"

You shake your head, bending to fish for the spare key underneath the doormat to unlock your front door. "You said enough."

"But...I didn't say anything."

"Exactly," you shrug, opening the screen door just for him to catch and starting on the wooden one, "and you don't have to." Unlocking it and crossing the threshold into your home, you linger in the doorway and contemplate on whether to draw it out of him. But then it wouldn't be real. Leaning on the doorframe, you turn and meet his puzzled face, "good night."

"Honey," he goes to cup your face but you flinch away.

"No, I know. It was too soon and too weird. I got caught up in the moment and I shouldn't have sprung it on you like that. It's been a draining day and I let things just slip out, I'm so sorry mmf-"

Your melodramatic spiel is cut short by Taehyung pressing his lips to yours. Placing your hands on the planes of his chest, you lamely attempt to push him away but to no avail. Instead, he tangles one hand in your hair and gently wraps the other around your waist so that you press against him even harder. It seems like Taehyung knows the affect his kisses have on you. He knows that his velvety touch renders you speechless and that it makes your brain turn to mush, incapable of putting together a coherent thought.

When you do finally part, your eyes flutter open to see his smug smile. Yup, he definitely knows the affect he has on you. "I didn't know how else to get you to stop talking," he croons, eyeing your glistening lips.

"M-Maybe just say 'stop talking?" You respond, still recovering from his spell.

"But this is more fun," he winks, inching closer so that he's tantalizingly hovering over your lips once again, "how the hell was I supposed to say I love you too?"

"You do," you whisper, gradually melting into his touch, "for real?"

"I love you too, Y/N," he smiles, wrapping both arms around your waist. Your heart feels like it might burst as do the apples of your cheeks for smiling so hard. A faint blush creeps over his cheeks and he kisses his teeth, "can you stop being so freaking cute? You're giving me a headache."

You giggle, balancing on the balls of your feet so that your noses are touching, "you really do love me, huh?"

"Unfortunately," he rolls his eyes playfully and you scoff.

Attempting to escape his grasp, you tug away but he doesn't let you leave. Searing another heavenly kiss on your lips, your limbs seem to turn to jelly as you surrender to his touch. Your arm doesn't even have the strength to hold up your bag as it slides down your arm and lands next to you with a thud. The sound isn't enough to stop you two, though.

Capturing your bottom lip in between his teeth, he gently pulls it, allowing his tongue to taste more of you to which you willingly oblige. A throaty moan escapes you and you feel him smile against your lips. He takes it as a cue to trail his hands down to your hips, running them up and down your curves. It's not long before he's kneading your ass. He eases his lips down your neck, nipping and sucking every inch causing you to tilt your head back to grant him more access.

"I love you," he repeats against your skin, the vibrations of his rich voice causing you to whimper, "let me show you how much I love you."

"T-Tae...ah," he kisses your collar bone, lightly pushing your jacket off of your shoulders. He pulls you in closer, allowing his bulge to line up with your center so you can feel him rock hard against you. It's been so long that you've seemed to have forgotten that Taehyung is sex on a stick. One look from him and you're practically dripping.

Hooking your arms around his neck, you grind against him, smirking at the sound of his breath hitching. Shutting both doors behind him, he presses his pack against them and pulls you in for a hungry kiss. You snake a hand in between your two bodies to rub at his aching erection and he hisses. You undo the button of his jeans and dip your hand into his Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Wrapping it around his member, your eyes widen at your forgotten memory of how big Taehyung is. "Honey," he almost pants, "don't be a tease."

"I'm not," you answer, your voice sticky sweet as you undo his zipper and drop to your knees, "I just forgot how big you are." Tugging down his pants and underwear, his third leg springs free, slapping his stomach on impact.

Resting his head on the door, he groans,  "fuck, you can't...you can't talk like that."

"And why not," you pout before swirling your tongue over his swollen red tip.

Squeezing his eyes shut in an effort to keep his cool, he bites his lip at the feeling of your hot tongue lapping at his precum. He gulps, gathering your hair in his fist. Suddenly, he pulls you away from his throbbing member, gripping your hair enough so that you meet his hooded eyes. "Because I'd rather cum inside of your pretty pussy instead of your mouth. Now quit teasing," he growls, pushing your head down enough for his dick to hit the back of your throat. Luckily it isn't your first rodeo so you don't gag and instead you moan around him.

Hollowing your cheeks, you begin to bob your head. Taehyung moans out praises as you increase the pace, pumping him with your hand lubed up from your spit. Further feigning your innocence, you lock your eyes with his as you deep throat him again, batting your lashes as tears gather at the corners of your eyes. Taehyung simply gapes down at you in awe. "Fuck," he winces, helping you back to your feet before leading you toward the couch.

"Taehyung," you rasp, pointing towards the hall, "my room is just over here."

He simply shakes his head, flipping you so you're laying on the pleather seats as he rids himself of his shirt and baseball cap. "Can't wait," he says, taking off your shoes and peeling off your jeans. You chuckle at his eagerness and he cocks a brow, "you think this is funny?"

"Seeing you so needy for me," you tap your chin like he does and pretend to think, "mm just a little. But it's cute so...fuck-" You didn't even notice him move aside your blue thong until you feel him lick a long strand down your mound. Immediately, you tangle a hand in his hair, back arching as you throw your head back in pleasure. His head still buried comfortably in between your thighs, his hand slides up past your stomach and under your shirt and bra to massage one of your breasts.

It takes a while before you actually get to taking off your shirt. Each time you try, he increases the pace of his laps or presses a thumb to your swollen clit making you shudder in pleasure. "Is it still funny," he asks when he finally lifts his head. Your lips part to answer but he buries two fingers inside of you before you can.

Accomplished smile plastered on his face, he watches you rut against his touch as he pumps them at an agonizing speed. Recognizing the shortened breaths and sweet moans, he curls them, and your eyes roll to the back of your head. He nips at the inside of your thighs and you whimper. The mix of pain and pleasure, his thumb circling your clit while his hand gingerly squeezes your breast is too much sensation at once. "TAEHYUNG," you mewl, finishing on his face as jolts of pure ecstasy course through your veins.

"Someone seemed more eager than me," he remarks, wiping the remnants of your release from his chin. He licks the finger that was just inside of you and smirks, "still as sweet as I remember."

You're a mess before him. Everything he does seems to play out in front of you in slow motion. Finally getting to removing your shirt and matching blue bra, he kisses both of them, sucking the pebbled nipples as he mumbles a gorgeous against your skin. Your chest is heaving from the intense orgasm and he finally notices, eyes widening with caution. "You okay, baby?"

The feeling of him rock hard against your stomach serves as a subtle reminder of what awaits you and suddenly the familiar heat returns to pool at the bottom of your stomach. Your eyes darken, lips curling into a devilish smile which he matches immediately.

Communicating your need wordlessly, he positions himself to align with your sensitive entrance. Hooking one of your legs to wrap around his ass, he slowly eases inside. Just his tip has you gasping as he stretches you out. "F-Fuck, Taehyung," you breathe out and he chuckles.

"Dirty words leaving such a pretty mouth," he pushes himself deeper, your shuddering breaths making it difficult to not bottom out all at once, "you make it so hard to control myself, Y/N."

"Then...shit...then don't," you whisper.

He wastes no time to thrust into you, causing you to cry out at the feeling of being filled to the brim. Slow doesn't seem to be in his vocabulary as he continues to drive into you at record speed. The lewd slapping noises of your skin and moans ring throughout the small living room, but it's nothing in comparison to the sound of your heart hammering in your ears. "You feel so fucking good, Honey!" He slams into you again, continuing to mewl your name, "you don't know how much I've missed being inside of you, baby."

With both hands firmly gripping your waist, he hoists you up to straddle his lap. The entirely new angle gives you whiplash as you firmly clutch onto the material of the couch on either side of his head for dear life.

"Fuck, I'm so fucking lucky," he beams as you begin to ride him.

"R-Really," you start to chuckle but it soon turns into a moan when he flexes his hips to ram deeper into you, "t-this is your moment of realization?"

Latching his mouth back onto one of your breasts, he nods. He lands a smack on your ass and you yelp, looking down to meet his slitted eyes and grin. "I could stay here forever," he hugs you tight, smushing the side of his face against your breasts and sighing in satisfaction. You slow down your movements to grant him his sudden moment of fluffiness and he kisses your chest. "I could stay with you forever."

"Taehyung," you laugh, cupping his face and kissing him sweetly as an attempt to snap him back to what's at stake. Your second orgasm. "We'll be together forever if it means you finish before morning."

You start to bounce on him and he tongues the inside of his cheek in enjoyment, abruptly remembering there is a whole naked you on top of him. He allows you to take control, his eyes drinking in how you seductively ease yourself onto him over and over again. With both hands, he grabs your cheeks and guides you to grind against him rhythmically, relishing the view.

The way your clit grazes against his pelvis is sending you over the edge and Taehyung loves it. "You gonna cum for me again, baby?"

"Y-Yes," you say, riding him even faster.

He slaps your ass again and you moan. "Only I can make you feel this good, huh Honey?" You nod as he flicks a finger over your nipple, "you're...so...so fucking pretty when you cum," he struggles to say as he chases his own release, "cum for me baby." And you do just that. You simultaneously let out a string of curses and moans as your orgasms crash into each other, milking each other dry.

You can't feel your legs, or any limb for that matter, as you collapse onto his heaving chest. Nuzzling into his neck, he lets out a breathy chuckle, allowing his fingers soothingly running up and down your back. "I love you," he whispers and all you can manage to do is nod in response and mumble an exhausted I love you too.

Mustering his last bits of strength, he lifts you into his arms bridal style and carries you toward your bathroom. You're still a little loopy and he smiles fondly, admiring every feature as he turns on the warm water. After a shower and clean up of the wrecked living room, you both settle into your bed, immediately dozing off. Reminiscing on how you two just made love causes you to smile lazily, words to describe it seeming to serve no justice. But you could try.

Heavenly.

Amazing.

Intoxicating.

Breathtaking.

Contraceptive-less.

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hi sorry i've been slacking but i thought bf material was getting a little too emo for my liking so i wanted to give Y/N and Taehyung a nice little smut scene to spice things up

with a twist hehe

sorry not sorry