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kimtaehyung has posted a new photo!

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kimtaehyung so i stopped being a pussy and asked her out. never felt happier ❤
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therealjeon omfG FINALLY
hoeseok Y'ALL THIS HAPPENING THIS IS NOT A DRILL EVERYBODY STAY CALM STAY F U C K I N G CALM
hardcore_taera_stan mY PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED THE SUN SHINES ON SEOUL ONCE AGAIN

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The house was empty in the middle of the night when we came back, but with the happiness threatening to burst out of the both of us, it felt anything but.

I couldn't stop smiling the entire night. Half of it was spent at the park just silently enjoying the way our eyes sparkled when they locked with each other, and the rest up in Taehyung's red bedroom, where all we could think of was each other needing to be closer and closer till we crossed all the limits.

And we did, for he asked me out this night and I said yes, and the only way to celebrate that was compensation, physically proving that we were officially each others.

For the remaining hours we made love, slow and sweet and perfect, not at all tempted to go faster, to go aggressive and practically tear the silk sheets beneath us.

My only friend that time were his lips, guiding me well through the dark hours and exploring everywhere that he wished, which was mostly my own, for I got too greedy, too selfish.

The dawn rose, and soon our celebratory sensations softened into sweet slumber, as I cuddled into his chest, the faint smell of sweat and his perfume lingering around me.

And with the yellow rays shining into our room, the sheets pulled up to my chest and a god-like man leaning beside me, the only thought that came in my mind was how happy I truly was.

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BRIIINNGG-

My eyes snapped open at the ring tone, buzzing violently on the bedside table.

It was Taehyung's phone, vibrating on the wood.

"Answer it," the said man's voice whispered out. "I can't be arsed."

I glanced upwards at him, shaking my head lightly before leaning over him and grabbing the phone.

Not bothering to look at the face ID, I swiped right, bringing the phone to my ear.

"Hello-"

"YO NASTY FUCKASS SHITTY SON OF A BITCH BETTER EXPLAIN WHAT THE FUCK THAT PICTURE WAS ABOUT!"

I blinked. "Hoseok?"

"YOU BET YOUR GUCCI ASS IT IS SHITHEAD- wait oh my God, this is Sora, isn't it?"

"Mmm hmm," I got out, smiling.

"Wait, face time me so I can see your face, I got some words for you too."

"Oh Lord," I mumbled, pressing the video icon on the screen and putting the phone back to show my face.

A slightly blurry picture of the redhead was all over the screen, his head bobbing as if he was walking. The distant honking of car horns and murmuring passerbys could be heard vaguely too.

The man lowered his shades, raising his eyebrows to the ceiling. "Hun."

"What?"

He then lowered his gaze from my face, and when I looked down, I realised I still wore nothing, the lush red blanket covering me.

The smile I gave Hoseok was incredibly sheepish. He only tutted. "I can't believe y'all did the nasty on me. If I knew I wouldn't be hanging with your nieces."

"Wait, the girls are with you?"

As if in answer, Hoseok tilted the camera down to show the two girls, hair in bunches and both dressed in matching blue overalls.

"Oh my God-" I hitched the silk sheet higher up, hoping my nieces didn't catch me.

They did, of course.

"Anni!" Chanja's voice shrilled onto the phone. "Why are you not wearing anything!"

"I am, baby, can't you see?" I showed them the silk sheets, hoping they'd laugh it off as a silly dress and carry on.

Chanmi, however, noticed something else entirely.

"Anni, who'sh the man behind you? And why ishn't he have clothesh?"

I could hear Hoseok's snort loud through the speaker.

"That's because," a sultry voice got out, "Anni Sora loves Uncle Tae when he's not wearing anything."

Chanja gasped while Chanmi looked at Hoseok in confusion. The redhead only burst out laughing, focusing the camera on himself again.

"Uncle Hobi, what does Uncle Tae Tae meeean?" Chanmi pleaded.

"What Uncle Tae means, Chanmi sweetie, is that he's a nasty man who loves an equally nasty woman."

My dumbass probably sent half my body's blood to my cheeks from that little episode. I could feel the Taehyung's soft chuckling thrumming through his body, half beneath me.

My reaction had Hoseok cackling like a smug witch. "Whatever it is, you both, you better drop the sextape at night. I'm only free then."

"I wonder all the time how you're still my friend," Taehyung mused, rubbing his eye as he looked at Hoseok.

He scoffed, putting his shades back up. "Because you haven't got any other friends. You're stuck with me forever big boy."

Taehyung laughed lightly. "Fuck off now, sunshine."

"Love you too, babe."

The call ended, I putting the phone on his lap.

"I swear you two will always be a little gay for each other," I started. "The end was no less than a confession."

"Ah, I can't help it," Taehyung sighed, snaking an around me. "Maybe you're destined to be the third wheel of this fateful triangle."

I lightly slapped him on his stomach, feeling the slight muscle hardening underneath his skin. "Despite that, I'm the one in your bed, Kim Taehyung," I said, glancing upwards at his face.

Oh, how it lit up in lust at he stared back. "Then, Yoon Sora," he murmured, turning over to hover above me, gripping my sides with his hands, "Let's keep it that way, shall we?"

I was ready to do everything all over again, give myself to the man above me were it not for the loudest door slamming in the world interrupting us.

Both me and Taehyung jumped, and he was off instantly, reaching for a pair of boxers.

I looked at our closed door, then at him.

She's here.

I didn't need to say it for him to understand.

He signaled for me to change, and as he did so I threw a shorts and t-shirt on, calming my tangled locks with my fingers.

When Taehyung was dressed in a tank top and shorts, we both exited the room, walking through the hallways and then down the grand staircase.

"I swear to God, this is the last straw-"

Angry muttering could be heard from the living room, and when Taehyung and I entered, Mrs. Kim turned and faced us, her phone in hand.

She set a stare on Taehyung, raising her phone to show him the screen.

It was the same picture he uploaded just before we damned the world to hell and enclosed ourselves in each other.

"What," the woman ground out, "Is this?"

Taehyung put his hands in his pockets. "It's a photo."

She did not laugh. Did not even crack a smile.

"'Couple goals'" she quoted, putting her phone back in her purse. "So is that what you two are now, hmm? Boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"And what's so bad about that?" I sniped out. "You knew it was gonna happen."

That's when the woman looked to me. Threw a hell-sent glare towards me.

"Oh, I didn't. Because I thought my son would see what you're truly like and dump you back to wherever you came from."

Mrs. Kim scoffed. "Did you really think that it'll get easier for my blessing when you pull a stunt like this?

"No!" She exclaimed. "Because what you've done now, Sora, is that you've made it impossible for yourself to win that bet. Because I know you're going out with him to slap it in my face. That you have my son and I don't."

My brain couldn't even comprehend what bullshit she created from those lips. I was about to say just that when she stopped me.

"Don't you dare say anything in this," she snapped. "Because you've been exposed. We all know the truth, but the bet's still in place."

She stepped forward, not looking away from me for a second. "And you bet your gold digger ass that I'm going to say no. Never."

I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe she truly thought that I'd take her son away from her. That I'm low enough to use him for his money, for his fame.

"So you better say goodbye to your 'boyfriend' and get out-"

"THAT'S ENOUGH!"

Both me and Mrs. Kim jumped at the sudden exclamation that interrupted us.

I whipped my head to the man who said it.

Kim Taehyung didn't look back. He stared straight ahead.

At his mother,and with a look of such fury it was a surprise his eyes didn't burst in flames.

Mrs. Kim stopped. Only for a second though, as she opened her mouth yet again. "Taehyung-"

He raised a finger towards his mother. A cold demand got fired at her. "Not. A. Word."

Breathing in hard, he snapped.

All at once, as if the threads of his patience have been ripped in half.

"Why are you like this?"

Eyes widened. Mine and the woman's.

"Why is that every time something involves Sora, it's suddenly become the worst thing in the world? Why is it that everytime something good happens in my life, you feel the need to bash it?"

Taehyung hitched in another breath. "Why? Why is it that whenever I find myself pure happiness, you try to risk your life to spoil it, or even better, destroy it completely?

"Why is it that everytime I see, hear, smell, touch, taste happiness, you go to lengths as far as my blinding my senses so I'd never have the chance to feel it?"

Mrs. Kim started to pale. "Taehyung-"

"Do you hate me?"

She stopped. "What?"

"I asked you," he repeated, louder this time, "Do you hate me?"

The old woman made an attempt to smile. "Well, of course not, Tae-"

"I've heard that people cannot live without happiness. That us filthy beings need love and contentment to live or else we're leading a worthless life. That you're better off dead if you haven't achieved these things.

"And you," he pointed, "you are taking these necessities away from me. You're snatching my right of having a love. You're ruining my life."

Mrs. Kim's mouth parted in pure shock.

"Mother's love their children more than themselves," Taehyung muttered, stepping forward. "They'd give their lives in order for their kids to live."

"What are you doing?" He demanded. "You're throwing away my life in order to live within your sick ways."

"I never stopped you from doing anything!" Mrs. Kim screamed. "I told you to do whatever you wished!"

Kim Taehyung laughed like a madman.

He then gestured towards Sora.

"Then why do you bully her? Why are you pestering with my life?"

He took my hand, pulling me forward. "You said to live my life." He held out my hand. "Then here it is. I'm living it. Trying to, but the one person who's supposed to love me more than anyone else in this world is tearing us apart."

Mrs. Kim looked like she was going to cry. "Son, please-"

"Mother's make their kids live," Taehyung started.

"But why are you killing me?!"

The old woman's hand flew to her mouth. "Never!"

The man only smiled. "You say Sora doesn't love me. But I think it's the other way round. I think it's you who doesn't."

"NO!"

"You hate me," Taehyung continued. "You despise me. You detest me.

"You don't want me to live. You want me to die."

A tear slipped down the woman's cheek, trailing all the way to her chin.

Taehyung paused a while before speaking again. "I'm telling you now, mother. If you try to take me away from Sora again, I'll return the favour."

His eyes held a deathly promise. "I'll happily kill you in my eyes. Exactly the way you do."

To my shock, a flinch escaped the woman, as she quickly grabbed the head of the couch to balance herself.

"T-Taehyung," she whispered out, holding her hand out. "Please-"

But the man did not listen. He only turned on his heel, and stormed off, the thudding of the stairs loud enough for the entirety of Daegu to hear.

My mouth hung open in pure shock, hardly comprehending the words that left Taehyung's mouth.

You don't want me to live. You want me to die.

I shuddered. Oh God. That truly had her crying.

I looked to where she was.

She was on her knees, hands gripping her face as tears came rushing from her eyes.

My logical, rightful side wanted to leave her there, weeping by herself. I knew she deserved every word she got thrown at.

A little voice inside me had another opinion though.

She didn't deserve everything. Most, but not the harshest.

Comfort her.

I pursed my lips. Sora, no! What about yourself, who got bashed by her so many times? Have you forgotten that already?

Still. She got insulted by her son. The only loved one she has left.

And he basically accused her of killing him slowly.

That would hurt. A lot.

So I did what any other dumbass would do.

I walked over to where she knelt.

Kneeling myself down to the floor, I scooted over to where she cried.

And I wrapped my arms around her.

She froze all over as I pulled her close. Half of me was sure she'd pull away instantly.

I didn't give her the time to think anything before I said, "Taehyung will always love you."

I didn't know why I said that.

But after saying those words, Mrs. Kim cried even harder.

Maybe there was a need to assure her that fact.

For my shoulder became the thing she cried upon for the rest of the afternoon.

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After Mrs. Kim's episode, she locked herself in her room, not bothering to thank me or anything before slamming the door shut in my face.

I felt like slapping myself. This is what happens when you try to be nice. You're better off being a bitch.

Both the mother and son stayed in their rooms for two whole days, I staying with Taehyung and trying to cool him down.

He wasn't guilty. He was more ashamed in himself that he hadn't spoken out sooner in my case.

I waved it off. Shit went down. It's over now.

A sharp knock on the door had us both glancing warily at each other.

Getting off the bed, I went over to the door and opened it.

It was Mrs. Kim of course, looking like she aged years in just a couple of days.

"Sora."

"Yes?"

"Come with me."

She didn't wait for my answer before she walked to the opposite direction.

I started following her after sparing a skeptical look at Taehyung, going past a familiar hallway which lead to a certain room.

In fact, it was strange because she was stopped right before it.

"Mrs. Kim?" I asked, catching up with her. Inspecting the dodgy door, I continued, "Why are we stopped outside a door you warned me not to open?"

The old woman looked straight ahead at the door when she answered, "It's time for you to see what's behind it."

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