Taehyung shoved the doors to the bustling bar open, eyes frantically searching over the hoard of people mingling and drinking. He tried to discern the jacket he gave you in the midst of people, swatting some stray snow off himself.

He then finally spotted the familiar brown of his coat, swaddling a tiny person propped on a chair, leaned over lazily against the bar’s counter. You were laughing as Taehyung found your pretty face, your familiar eyes glistening under the bar’s lights, cute cheeks entirely flushed.

He took a long, relieved breath, thanking God you were completely safe.

He weaved through inebriated people and ignored them if they recognized him, rushing over to you as his large palm landed on your small shoulder. “Ari.”

You whirled around with your big eyes, cheering adorably. “Taehyung! You’re here!” Your sweater paws flailed drunkenly hugging his torso, shoving your face into his coat.

A warm smile inched onto Taehyung’s lips, endeared by the action. “Yeah, I’m here.” His arms found purchase around you, satisfied he was holding you again.

He then rubbed your back, lightly instructing you. “C’mon now, let’s go home.” He heard you protest in a low whine, though your jelly-like body made it easy for Taehyung to bend down and get your arm draped over his shoulder. He then glanced at your half a dozen co-workers simply in awe of him, politely nodding. “I’ll be leaving with Ari now, thank you.”

But as Taehyung tugged you off your seat, your weight drastically pulled him down, your feet completely giving away. “Oh, shit.” Taehyung swore as he caught you, arm secured around your waist as intoxicated giggles spilled from your mouth. Taehyung’s eyes flickered to your co-workers, eyebrows furrowed with worry. “Um.. can someone please tell me how much she drank tonight?”

“Woah, hold up, you’re actually Kim Taehyung?”

“Holy shit, we literally work with Kim Taehyung’s wife.”

“Y-you’re a thousand times more handsome in real life.” Mary confessed drunkenly as she soaked Taehyung in, making him purse his lips as he curtly asked again.

“Thanks, but not my concern. How much did you all let her drink?”

Your co-workers equally began scratching their heads, pretty lost on how much you specifically drank. Taehyung sighed disappointingly as he held your intoxicated body next to him, ticked off until he had even more reason to be.

“She just had mixed Whiskey and some shots of Vodka, it’s not that bad.” Alex suddenly offered nonchalantly a few seats down, Taehyung’s eyes flashing to him with dislike, replying coldly. “It’s a lot for her, she doesn’t handle alcohol well.”

“Taee, I just had some shots.. I-I’m as responsible as they.. come.” You hiccupped and lost strength in your legs again, nearly giving way until Taehyung clutched you to closer to him. He took a worried breath as he snatched your purse off the bar counter, eyes falling to some sort of portfolio case hooked onto your chair.

“Princess, is this yours?” Taehyung asked gently, senselessly nodding to him with your face smooshed in his coat. He nabbed the bag and slung your belongings over his shoulder, fixing you flush against his side until you whined all of a sudden. “Taehyungg, why can’t we stay here?”

He could see the pout on your lips, growing soft. “Because we have to get you home and out of my clothes, baby. Let’s call it a night, yeah?”  He encouraged gently, his arms encircling your shoulders as Taehyung looked at your co-workers. “Nice to meet you all, but I’m taking my pretty wife home.” His eyes flitted over everyone with a light grin until he found Alex’s for a purposeful second, licking his lips with a dead stare.

“Let’s go, Princess.” He declared and broke eye contact, cradling your head to him as he led you both outside, cold air hitting with a sudden rush and falling snowflakes. You exclaimed in seconds, cowering into Taehyung’s figure. “Taehyung! It’s so cold!”

He stopped the pair of you just outside the bar, speaking gingerly as he set you in front of him. “I know, that’s why I gave you my coat, remember?” Taehyung watched as the snow began to delicately collect in your hair, taken by the sight.

It made you appear too pretty for your own good, a smile finding Taehyung as he leaned down slightly to fasten his coat’s lapels around you, buttoning it for you.

Your mind was woozy, eyes practically half-lidded with alcohol-flushed cheeks watching Taehyung silently work the coat. Even in your inebriated state, the tinge of cold rosiness to his face made him appear breath-taking, snowflakes gracing his long eyelashes as he looked down.

You stared at him, unable to filter any of your thoughts.

“How are you so handswome?” You gazed at him with a small slur, lips hiding behind the collar Taehyung fixed around you. His coffee eyes flashed to yours, chuckling.

“My parents. They’re better looking than me, though.” His smile was heart-warming, multiplying your admiration by tenfold. “No..” You denied softly, Taehyung’s sight meeting yours as a sweater paw came up to his cheek, your dainty hand poking out to touch his cold skin. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

Taehyung stopped, eyes completely round as he met your gaze, fairly used to being appreciated for his looks though it oddly felt different coming from you.

The meaning felt different.

“T-thank you.” He stuttered out, swallowing. Your hand remained on his cheek while Taehyung held onto your collar, admiring your snuggled up self until both your hands suddenly cupped his cheeks, bringing his face closer to yours.

“You’re like a bear.”

Taehyung’s lips curved as he snickered, letting you hold him. “A bear?”

You nodded like a child. “You’re so fluffy.. and your chweeks.” Your voice was muffled as you squished his face, Taehyung growing endeared.

He was simply enjoying the moment until you swayed suddenly, falling into him abruptly and Taehyung caught you. “Woah, okay there. You won’t be able to walk like this.” He grew concerned, rounding your shoulders as his other arm hooked underneath your knees, lifting you up bridal-style.

You immediately scrambled, completely shocked. “Wait! I’m-I’m heavy, Taehyung, you don’t, put me down!” You rambled at him alarmed, hooking onto the nape of his neck in a flash.

Taehyung waved you off. “Shut up, remember I said I could probably throw you? You feel like nothing.” He assured, beginning his steps towards his car he had to unfortunately park down the street. “It’s okay.”

You acquiesced and grew small in his hold, your head far too heavy as it fell against his chest. Your eyes gradually drew shut as he walked steadily, soaking in his body heat and comforting cologne. 

It felt safe in his arms, like he was the only world you knew in that moment as your temple rested against his beating heart. “Thank you” You murmured, fingers soothing the back of his neck.

“Hm?” He hummed, drawing closer to hear you better.

“Thank you.” You repeated. “For coming for me.”

You’re not sure what expression was on Taehyung’s face, though you did feel his arms coil around you tighter, pulling you close until your forehead met his neck. He continued walking, his steps calm as you both remained in some sort of quiet bliss, the snow falling nearly meditative.

“We’re almost there, Princess.” His dulcet voice spoke gently, the vibration through his chest causing your heart to flutter, and temporarily lull you to sleep.

Taehyung shut the door behind himself using your feet, setting you down on the small steps of the front foyer and leaning you against the wall. He removed his shoes and knelt down onto a knee before you, undoing the laces of your boots as you came to consciousness. 

You started lightly giggling at him, causing Taehyung to quirk his eyebrows and playfully scrutinize you. “What’s so funny?”

“You’re-you’re on your knees for me.” You snickered, recalling your conversation with Hana. You hid your face behind your hands, embarrassed as you loosely remembered the scandalous things she said.

Taehyung couldn’t help but find you the most adorable thing on Earth, thinking maybe it’s not such a bad thing when you’re drunk.

He simply smiled and slipped off your shoes, shredding off his coat thereafter and tucking it away on a hook. He lifted you up, letting you incline your inebriated figure on him as he removed your (his) coat from you.

You were mumbling senseless things with half-lidded eyes, Taehyung thinking you very much need to lay down after a glass of water and maybe some food. “Hey, did you eat anything?”

You didn’t respond, rather wobbled to maintain your balance and Taehyung caught you for the hundredth time, deciding to simply take you to your shared bedroom first. He swept you up in his arms again, nabbing your belongings and ascending the stairs, your body coming to a settled state of near sleep again.

“Jagiya, don’t sleep just yet. We need to change your clothes first.” Taehyung whispered to the crown of your head, sauntering down the hallway until you roared to life.

“Noo, I wanna stay in this.” You complained with a whine.

“You were out like this all day, we’ll get you something comfier before you sleep.”

“No, I don’t wanna sleep.” You protested, swinging your legs and scrambling in his arms.

“Hey, stop acting like a child. You already went against my word today and did something dangerous.” Taehyung chastised you, adjusting his hold to maintain your whining figure.

“No I didn’t, I was safe.” You bit back grumpily, crossing your arms. Taehyung toed your bedroom door open and angled your feet to switch the lights on, walking inside with you.

“You didn’t even text me back, how was I supposed to know you were safe?” He continued, setting you down on your feet and tossing your bags onto the bed.

He returned with his eyes finding your little body drowning in his shirt, rubbing your eyes. It was cute until he spotted your marked up neck, dark hickeys blossomed across your skin, and when he considered you’re wearing nothing underneath his own clothes, he found it hot as hell.

“I just for-forgot.” You slurred out suddenly, holding up a hand to fight him back.

“Why’d you even go to a bar? You’re a lightweight.” He started reaching to undo your shirt until you sluggishly pushed his hands away.

“You know what, Mr. Kim? Why do you..” You prodded his chest accusingly, speaking whatever came to your mind. “Have to be so sexy?”

Taehyung blinked. “Huh?”

“You heard me, it’s not fair.” You nearly staggered until Taehyung’s hands instinctively steadied you, shoving away his hands harshly. “That too. Who asked you to be nice? Why can’t you just be an asshole? It’s not fair, you’re not fair.” You babbled out.

“What-”

“It’s not fair..” Your hands came up to his broad chest. “that you’re so fucking fine.” You shoved him back at your words, Taehyung faltering in accordance as assertions mindlessly spilled from you.

“It’s not fair that you have a deep, sexy voice.”  You pushed him again, Taehyung’s palms wrapping around your wrists confused. “Ari, what are you-”

“That your hands are so fucking big.” Another shove, his hold faltering when you pushed again. “That you’re such an unbothered, intelligent, hot CEO.”

“Princess-

“That you’re so tall. That you’re built so fucking perfectly it makes me want to jump you.” You then forced Taehyung back hard enough he plopped onto the bed, his eyes round as you stood in between his long legs, hands on his broad shoulders.

“And it’s not fair..” You then grappled your legs onto his strong thighs, straddling him, hands looping around his neck letting the alcohol boost your confidence.

“It’s not fair.. that you’re right in front of me, but I can’t have you.” And just when Taehyung registered what you said, you crashed your lips onto his in a single breath.

Your movements were fast and rough, fingers tangling into his hair with your mouth swallowing him like you were starved. You just wanted to taste him, tongue slithering inside to consume him, clothed core grinding against his crotch as you moved.

Taehyung hesitantly mouthed in returned, arms encasing you securely until he tasted the Vodka on your tongue, disconnecting his lips. “Hey, Princess, you’re drunk, okay? You need to sleep, not kiss me.” 

“No, I want to kiss you.” You demanded before suddenly lunging forward, sending Taehyung backwards onto the bed as you landed on top, kissing him messily again.

Your horny body moved against him in pleasurable tandem, arousal spiking through your core as you groaned into his mouth. Taehyung was utterly taken by the sheer power of your kiss, reveling at the new sensation of you on top of him and he steadily became lost in you.

The alcohol suddenly tasted heavenly on your tongue, making out with you in full force as his arms began to wrap around your torso, but your newly acquired confidence spelled other plans.

You boldly grabbed Taehyung’s hands and forced them back against the sheets, not allowing him to touch you as your fingers interlaced and restricted him. It was funny how much smaller your hands were in comparison to his, yet you were the one pinning him down, feeling him try to resist you though you only forced him back harder.

Your mouths were completely sealed together, kissing sloppily and fervently until you propped off his mouth to breathe, instead trailing kisses down his chiseled jaw. Taehyung took a breath of air, having been so completely lost in your act of dominance he was getting too turned on.

He then remembered the reality of the moment, tasting the remnants of alcohol in his own mouth and he quickly scrambled to direct your attention elsewhere. “Princess, you’re still drunk. Why don’t we do something else?” Taehyung’s eyes flittered around the room for something to distract you, aroused at your lips descending to his neck

He spotted your art portfolio on the bed, eyes lighting up immediately. He nearly went for it until your mouth latched onto his pulse point for the first time, Taehyung groaning at the sweet sensation of your mouth sucking his skin. It was thrilling to feel you pinning him down too, not used to the loss of dominance at all it caused blood to spike to his dick.

He almost gave into the euphoric feeling until he detangled a hand from yours, reaching for the portfolio desperately. He managed to unclip and tug it open, grabbing at any random sheets trying to forget your pretty lips on his neck.

He sprawled some papers on the sheets, trying to get your attention. “Hey, hey, Ari, tell me about these. Let’s look at these.. designs…” Taehyung trailed, finding himself suddenly focused on your striking artwork. 

His eyes naturally fell to the multitude of designs and buildings you drew, amazed at not only the variety in your creativity, but how detail-oriented and carefully each design was sketched. He was far more than impressed, knowing you were talented just based on the small snippets he caught glimpses of before, but witnessing your skill in all its glory, he couldn’t help but marvel at you.

Your talent is way too good to be working humbly at some small company, you deserved to be part of something much bigger. No wonder Yun & Ryu, an infamous law firm initially chose you; your designs were innovative and captivating.

Taehyung was brought back to reality when you started kissing down his throat and tugging harshly, desparately at his shirt for him to take it off. Taehyung knew better and immediately reprimanded you.

“Princess, stop it, you’re drunk. We’re not taking off clothes.” He lightly scolded, your whiney self coming off his neck to pout with sad eyes. “But why not?”

Taehyung physically felt his heart leap, sincerely a weak man when it came to your eyes and lips; a lethal combination that could easily have him offering you the world on a silver platter. “You’re not sober, Ari. Let’s go to sleep, alright?”

You still had his one hand held hostage, comfortably laying on top of him as your free hand found his jaw, not wanting to sleep yet. “Can I still kiss you here?” You pressed a single peck to his lips and drew away, cheeks warm as your eyes regarded him innocently.

Taehyung licked his lips and cracked a smile before you spoke again. “Can I kiss here?” You then kissed the apple of his cheek, insides all giddy.

“You know, this is called an angel kiss.” You told him, lips delicately meeting his eyelid for another peck. Taehyung’s eyes naturally fluttered close, letting your soft lips kiss his one mono-lid, something so easily tangible beating in his heart that he was just on the cusp of understanding it.

Though remained oblivious for his own good.

“I love forehead kisses.” You giggled, bringing yourself to plant a kiss to his forehead until finally catching sight of the adorable mole Taehyung has on the tip of his nose, drawing close to him once more.

“I’ve always.. wanted to kiss your mole, right here.” Your eyes fluttered shut as you placed a delicate against the tip of Taehyung’s nose, creating space between you two to look into his glistening eyes.

Taehyung couldn’t help but look at you as if you’d hung the moon, entirely endeared as he spoke his thoughts with a soft chuckle. “You’re seriously too cute right now, I’m recording this.” Taehyung shuffled to grasp his phone from his pocket, accessing the camera and quickly pressing record. He positioned it so that it caught a side profile view of you two; your small figure perched on his chest as he laid against the bed comfortably, his other arm encasing you on top.  

“Ari, say hi to your future self watching this, tell her what you’re doing.” Taehyung teased, talking for the camera knowing this is perfect blackmail for later.

“Noo, oh my God.” You became shy, hiding your face into Taehyung’s neck as you laughed incessantly.

“Oh, c’mon. Who’s the one who gave me this hickey right here? And here?” Taehyung started displaying his neck, adorned with fresh hickeys you’d sucked onto him.

“Taehyung, stop! You’re the one who gave me these.” You gestured towards your own marks, knowledgeable of how dark and purple they were “Why don’t you give me all those kisses again as punishment, then?” Taehyung playfully urged you, and your inebriated self decided to play along.

“Which one, this one?” You kissed his cheek, all shy and childlike.

“Mmm, give me the one you called an angel kiss.” He suggested, biting back a stupid grin as you pressed a kiss to his double-lid eye.

He then purposefully batted his long eyelashes to tickle you, laughing together. Taehyung smiled whole heartedly, making one last request.

“Can I get my favourite one? On my lips?” He puckered them slightly awaiting your kiss, and you easily complied by pecking his pillowy lips, grinning as your arms hooked around his neck, gazing at him.

“Mm, that’s my princess.” He praised with a glowing smile. You grew sheepish at his words and found the junction of his neck, his warm palm rubbing your back as you did so.

You laid there, absorbing the vibration his baritone voice sent. You basked in his masculine scent, finding yourself far more comfortable than you’ve ever felt. Your loose snuggle transformed into a hug, Taehyung stopping the video and tossing his phone to the side, returning your embrace as he let you rest on him.

You felt the steady rise and fall of his chest, heard the pounding of his pulse point. You felt so euphorically sound, so tranquil it allowed your mind previously clouded with alcohol to clear up. You began to think back on how you even got yourself into this mess, why you’d become drunk and somehow ended up in Taehyung’s arms, laid on top of him as he stroked your back.

You remembered your petty mother, her idea of ‘discipline’ meaning destroying your dream, far worse than any punishment a parent could give a child.

It all made your gated emotions rush out far easier than you liked, as if the high you chased with alcohol was now coming down, bringing along daunting thoughts you’d always kept hidden. Your mother’s hatred you’ve felt for years, all the vile words she spat at you returning as harmful weapons, not even remembering the last time you actually felt loved by her.

The last time she’d call you by your name without an insult, had her genuinely compliment you, provide you with something a mother is meant to.

You felt years worth of sorrow resurfacing, arriving in a wave you didn’t know was okay to let loose. You teetered on swallowing it all down, habitually bury it deep inside you like you always have, maintain that strong farce you’ve always kept.

That was, until your father’s words suddenly rang in your ears, loud and clear as you felt yourself unraveling, just seconds away from giving in.

If something hurts, it simply hurts. You’re allowed to not be okay.

And that’s when raw, deeply-rooted emotion caught the back of your throat, your eyes naturally watering within seconds as your heart constricted. It was subdued pain, the same agony you’ve felt for numerous years whenever it came to your mother.

Your chest tightened, ached terribly, throat closing up carrying the weight of years feeling unloved, undeserving of any care, not worthy of being cherished as a human being. It was hard, extremely hard to watch other children be loved by their mothers, rather encourage their dreams instead of cutting their wings.

And just when you felt like your world collapsing, you felt the comforting touch of Taehyung’s hand, aimlessly smoothing your back, his warmth radiant.

It then suddenly felt easy for tears to automatically well up in your eyes, your arms detangling from around Taehyung’s neck to hide your face in your palms.

Taehyung was only focused on soothing your back, enjoying the moment until he felt something wet fall onto his collarbone. He then felt you retract your hands, hearing the littlest of sniffles from you and it caught his attention.

“Hey, are you okay?” Taehyung asked, trying to peer at you though you only hid your face further into his neck. Your breaths became shaky, trying to conceal your whimpering. “Ari, are you crying?”

Then came your small sobs, body breathing erratically as cries escaped you, tears spilling onto Taehyung’s shirt freely. “Wait, Princess. Don’t cry, please don’t cry.” Taehyung pleaded, never having thought the sound of you crying could be so devastating.

Why does she hate me?” Your voice broke, asking with a quiver. “Why does she hate me so much? What did I do so wrong?”

Taehyung’s hand came up to cradle the back of your head, holding you tighter as his own emotions grew weak listening to you.  “Why can’t I have a mother that loves me, Taehyung? Just once, just once I want to know the love of a mother.”

Your voice was gut-wrenching, so agonized it broke Taehyung into pieces. He couldn’t stand it, not when you were crying on him and all he could do was hug you, hug you until you felt better, hug you until your tears stopped spilling.

Taehyung could just never stand this entire situation with your mother in the first place, having always been devastated about it. His own parents have never once intruded on his life or work, never attempted to stifle his success as some sort of punishment. Yet, you had to experience this for some reason, someone who only humbly and innocently desires to achieve something on their own. Someone who’s risked so much to travel down their own path, yet is having the way obstructed by some controlling, bitter parent.

He disdained the universe even more to think you’ve seldom felt a mother’s love, something every child deserves in this world. He just despised that it had to be you, felt tears prick at his eyes thinking how unfair it is you’re forced to be hurt like this.

“I just deserve it, don’t I? I deserve to be treated horribly. I don’t deserve her love, or anyone else’s.” Your voice grew miserable, reflecting daunting thoughts you’ve had for years. “I’m just a stubborn brat who makes everyone’s lives so much harder. I don’t deserve anything good at all.”

“No, don’t say that. Please, don’t say that.” Taehyung was frightened at how easily he was hurt. He hated the way your voice broke, despised that you believed the words you said. He wanted to disprove every syllable of them. “That’s not true at all.”

“But it is true. I even make your life so much harder, I don’t deserve you either. I don’t deserve your kindness, your warmth or your help. I’m such a hassle, I act stubborn and don’t do anything for you. I just deserve to be alone.” Your words trembled, crying despairingly on Taehyung as it did something to his heart he never thought possible.

“Ari, don’t say that to me, you don’t make the call on what you do and don’t deserve from me, okay?” Taehyung felt tears brimming his eyes, stroking the tresses of your hair to comfort you. “I make that call. I chose you, remember? I choose to be kind, I choose to care, I choose to help you.” Taehyung didn’t know he could so desperately want to take away someone else’s suffering, how easily he wanted to be the one suffering just so you didn’t have to feel this way.

“You don’t make my life hard at all. You make my life warm, you know that? You do a lot for me, more than you know. So please, Ari, please stop crying.” Taehyung begged, wanting to see your doe-eyes instead, the curve of your little lips, maybe hear your laugh.

“But it hurts, Taehyung. It hurts. After so long it just hurts.” You cried harder, years worth of keeping yourself shut now being released, and Taehyung’s sincere words only added to your emotion, only made you open up more.

“I know, I know it hurts, you’ve been alone for so long, haven’t you?” Taehyung felt his throat closing up, able to relate to your feelings of loneliness because not long ago, you were once the one holding onto him, insisting he wasn’t alone, that he had you here.

Taehyung remembered that solace, now channeling his gratitude for that moment towards consoling you, to never letting you go. “But it hurts me too, Princess, to hear you cry, to hear you say things like this. So please, don’t say them. I’m here when it hurts, I’m here when you’re not okay.”

And just when you thought his words were already the most genuine, heart melting things you’ve ever been told, Taehyung said the one thing you’ve always wanted to hear your entire life.

“I’m here, so you’re not alone anymore.”

Your cries automatically transformed into gratified tears, letting your walls come down. You didn’t need them anymore, not when Taehyung is right here, when he’s so close and comforting.

Your arms coiled around him tightly, hugging him like he was the only safe space you knew, allowing yourself to give in, allowing yourself to be vulnerable, and the sensation felt liberating.

Taehyung felt his heart beating with something ardent, his own realization dawning on him as he held your sad, crying figure. He never wants to hear such agonizing words from you, never wants to see you in such pain, only desires to give you everything you were never given, because otherwise it leaves his heart unexpectedly broken.

And Taehyung minutely had Namjoon’s question from earlier today pop into his mind, thinking this was possibly his road to an answer.

Though he decided to not dwell on the thought.
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