You love all things vintage. Your mom always joked about how you were born in the wrong era. You would always spend free time hanging out and talking to your grandmother about the old days. She taught you how to do allot of the old dances like the lindy hop and the Charleston.

A few months ago you heard of an exclusive club that is vintage themed and you're only allowed if you're accepted as a member. There are specific rules. No cell phones allowed, only wear vintage attire, and no talk of modern or current events. It's meant to transport you to that time period.

As soon as I heard about it. I went to the website to sign up. They asked you a ton of questions about the 1930s and 40s, and asked for pictures of you in some period pieces.

And today you received your acceptance letter! You're so excited and cannot wait for this weekend.

The week dragged on like usual, work was mundane and boring. But today was Friday and tonight is the first night of getting to go to the Rythym Room.

You had lunch at your usual spot under a tree on the front lawn of your office building. You loved doing everything like they did in the old times. Having picnics, feeding the birds, flying a kite, having a nice dinner. Problem was you felt like you were the only one. For someone in your early 20s this was far from normal behavior. You often felt like an alien in this world.

You finish your ham and cheese on rye before getting up to dust off your pencil skirt heading inside to the office. Only 3 more hours of work.

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You finally get home and jump in the shower to wash off the days stress. Once you're out, you blow dry your hair and start to curl it to pin it up. You decided on a cute flower hair clip for the back.

You check through the endless vintage dresses you have and decide on this one. For a plus size girl you have some really great dresses.

You finish putting on your makeup wearing a bright bold scarlet red lip stick and head out the door.

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You step out of your taxi and head towards the door. Of an old restaurant that looks like it's been there forever. You walk in the vintage looking resturant and see the old decor and a couple people seating at the bar in modern clothes. You were told in the email to head to the back door that looks like it's for employees only.

You walk towards the door and a man stands up.
"Whats the word?"

"Charlemagne"

He nods and opens the door.
Your jaw drops at the site.

It literally looks like a time capsule. A moment frozen in time.
You eyes start to well up with tears as you gasps at how beautiful it is. Then you see the people. They are all dressed in time period clothing. They look so dapper, and for once you feel at home.

You walk over to a table and have a seat facing the big band playing.

You look over to the side and see a young man sitting at the table next to you he's strickingly handsome.

He looks over to you raising his wine glass and nods with a smile.
You smile back and look back at the band.

A couple moments later a women in a short flapper skirt approaches you

"What il it be miss?"

"I'll take a Manhattan please"

"You got it toots" she says as she winks at you and walks off.

You sit your clutch on the table and sit back to take in the scenery.

"I've never seen you here before, are you new?"

You look over to see the guy next to you talking to you.

You turn and smile.

"Yes I'm new. Just joined last week."

"So how do you like it so far?"

"I love it. I feel at home."

"Really?"

"Well yeah, I live this life everyday but people think I'm strange"

He gets up from his chair and walks over to you.

"May I?" He motions to the chair next to you.

You nod and he sits down.

"I live the same life. My house my car, even the music i listen to it's all vintage" He says

"That's fascinating. I try to do the same thing, but don't you feel like an alien sometimes?"

He takes a sip of his wine.

"Yes I do. But I'd still rather live my life the way I want to."

He holds out his hand

"My names Kim Taehyung what's yours dollface?"

"Y/N nice to meet you"

"The pleasures all mine" he pulls your hand to his lips kissing your hand and you blush.

You both spent an hour talking about your love of vintage life. Until the band plays a particular song. It's night and day by Ella's Fitzgerald and Cole porter.

You perk up hearing the song.

"I love this song!"

He stands up and holds out his hand.

"May I have this dance?"

You grab his hand and he pulls you onto the dance floor.

He pulls his arm around your waist and holds your other hand close to his chest. You look up in his eyes and he smiles as you both slow dance. The rest of the world disappears and you only see him. His eyes sucking you in to his soul. You feel like you have known him forever.

As you both dance, you lay your head in his chests and he starts to hum to the music. You feel his hums through his chest and it makes you feel butterflies in your stomach.

Then he starts to sing. His voice is so low and soothing. You look into his eyes and he smiles a boxy smile at you. You lay back into his chest and he continues to sing and dance until the song finishes.

Once the song ends he dips you. You grab him tight afraid to fall or that he can't hold you cause of your weight. But he looks you in the eye.

"Don't worry Y/N I got you"

He pulls you back up and you both walk to your table.

You're having so much fun you don't want the night to end.
Then he looks at you.

"Want to grab a bite to eat?"

"I'd love to!"

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Hi kittens
Sorry so late in updating my stories. I'm in the process of moving. So between packing boxes and calling utility companies, I'm writing the stories. Hope you all had an amazing valentines day.
My baby got me a signed love yourself tear autograph of my 7 loves BTS. I swear my man supports my habit of bts. Mostly cause he knows I love him too.

So this chapter is dedicated to my baby, the inspiration for the smut. I miss his gummy smile and can't wait till he's home and we can move to south korea. 💜