Let Him Make You Smile (Taehyung x Reader)
“Ugh! I totally need this!” Taehyung exclaimed from his spot next to you. You were currently engrossed in your phone scrolling down your twitter feed and laughing out loud at the foolery. “Y/N!” His tone suddenly turned whiny and made you stop what u were doing.
“I want this!” He insisted and shoved his own phone in your face. On the screen brightly displayed was a brand new state of the art $500 looking bike.
“Looks nice,” you acknowledged and went back to watching the shenanigans on your phone.
“It does! And a certain someone would like you to consider something like this next time gift exchange comes around,” he said and scooted even closer to show you the gallery of pictures.
“Ohhhh, Taehyung,” you said. He had your full attention. No he was not asking you to buy something with his filthy rich behind. “I’m not buying you anything that expensive. Some of us are still just maybe well to do, not ball life like yourself,” you checked him up.
You couldn’t let him run away with that ideal. You might be hard on him sometimes, but you hated to deal with a disappointed Tae. And he needed no one but himself to get hyped up, be it a dance, an idea or whatever. The boy could be a one man show no problem. Vaguely in the back you could hear the snickering of Kook being extra. Fortunately, Tae was oblivious and was serving you his best blank stare.
“But-” “No buts Tae. You make enough money to save up and buy yourself a fancy new bike. Especially because you already have one.” You attempted to return to your phone but he had other plans.
“Yah Y/N don’t be like that.” He threw an arm around your shoulders and leaned in closer, sticking his face right in yours. You couldn’t deny that Taehyung was very attractive but you never shied away when he got close. That would give the boy power and you weren’t having it.
“Like what?” You replied sassily, turning to meet his gaze with an eyebrow high.
“Ooooo,” he breathed out and leaned back slightly. He kept his arm around you but refused to keep pushing the topic. He could see that maybe just maybe you’d square up on him and set him straight if he kept at it. He liked your sauciness but knew when to not push it. After all it was Wednesday and you’d obliged them with coming over after work. In fact, you were still dressed in your business attire. You’d left your heels at the door to curl up on their huge sectional and loosened the bun at the back of your neck for a sloppy ponytail instead. You wore a yellow blouse, sheer by the looks of it and a cami peeked out from behind the top three buttons your left undone. Your slacks didn’t look comfortable, but you did, now slumped against the side of the couch.
“Kook!” You suddenly yelled.
“I’m coming!” He replied and you sat back satisfied. You’d actually arrived 15 minutes ago, and had been bribed with the offer of meat lovers pizza, a shoulder massage and rounds of entertaining Mario Kart. Not one member had yet to fulfill these promises though. Just a handsome Tae had come to keep you company as Kook was in the shower, Joon still at the studio, Jimin on the phone, and Hoseok and Jin on the pizza run. It was Yoongi’s nap time so no one dared wake him.
You turned to Tae in boredom and found him in the position you’d been in several minutes ago before he’d interrupted you, busily scrolling. This time you decided to bother him. You crawled over to his side of the sectional and pounced, landing half in his lap. He didn’t flinch though. You decided to start playing with his hand that was laying on his thigh and traced the veins idly.
“One of you owes me that massage,” you spoke quietly, not stopping your ministrations. He glanced up then, mouth in a small pout, almost as if he was asking silently if you wanted his attention. You refused to meet his eyes though and moved further up to his wrist.
“Here,” he said and pulled up his long legs to sit cross legged. He patted the newly created space in front of him and you happily acquiesced filling the spot. Hoseok or Jimin usually fulfilled this role, but Tae wasn’t half bad. In fact, he was a little rougher but in a good way. He was working out that one stubborn knot and you gave way to a little moan. He chuckled behind you and you couldn’t even be embarrassed. This was a need, not a want.
“Y/N I’m done,” Kook spoke up, coming into your peripheral view. “Wah hyung, you’re giving her a massage. You never give us any.” Kook noted, flopping onto the other side of the sectional.
“’m special,” you got out and bit down on your tongue to keep another moan from coming out. You didn’t want them to think you were depraved. “Mhm,” Kook humored you and fired up the Nintendo. Just then Hoseok and Jin came back in, noisily banging open the door to the dorm. Namjoon trailed behind them. A chorus of greetings sounded, although you sounded half coherent on account of Tae still working wonders, now on your neck.
“We got meat lovers,” Hoseok announced grinning broadly in your direction. You gave two thumbs up and a big grin. Tae wined down and finally finished, Mario Kart now roaring on the TV. You hoped Yoongi wouldn’t jump up ready to fight from the noise level. You turned to face Tae and graced him with one of your hugs, wrapping your arms tight around his neck. He instantly hugged you back, arms going around your waist and a contented “hmmm” sounding against your ear. You knew he loved hugs and appreciated being appreciated.
You pulled back and made your way to the kitchen, rustling Kook’s hair on the way. You pinched Namjoon’s side as he was simply looking lost in the entrance having toed off his shoes. He snapped back to life and grinned before moving into the dorm to get settled. Hoseok spread his arms for a hug and you happily obliged him. He was warm and always had a great hug to give. You turned then to Seokjin and helped him assemble cups and liters of pop on the counter. Two boxes of pizza were open with two more under them. When you first began to hang out with them, you thought four boxes was a bit excessive, but soon found that each member could easily put the smackdown on four slices anytime of day.
You and Jin served yourselves first before going to settle in the living room. You settled in Tae’s spot as he’d excitedly gotten up when the announcement was made for food. The other five aware members crowded into the kitchen, Jimin having ended his call. He came to join you on the couch and sat close, giving you a huge eyesmile and asking about your day. You both conversed very easily whenever you saw each other.
He was in the middle of telling you about a move he’d perfected when Tae returned with his plate loaded high. You stuck your tongue out at him and ignored him standing over you. You should’ve known better. He put his plate down on the floor and grabbed you up under your arms, being careful not to disturb your plate. He settled behind you, grabbed his plate, then pulled you back onto his lap, tugging you into his chest. You paused in chewing momentarily and then went back to talking to Jimin, who was now engaging Tae as well. He was always good at that.
After eating, it was time to show who was boss. Everyone knew either Kook or Jin would win, the former by pure skills, the latter by sheer love of Mario manifesting itself, but it was still fun to watch when one lost in one of their made up brackets. You offered to take everyone’s plates, mood greatly improved by hot food and a warm Tae chest and on the way you met Yoongi, who was sleepily rubbing at his eyes like a baby. You two were a lot alike and you knew he was still tremendously drowsy. You tossed the plates and promptly started fixing Yoongi one.
By the time he’d finished inspecting the living room activities, you were handing him a plate and a cup of beer. He smiled gratefully and said thank you in that extra raspy voice that you secretly did love. You returned it and went back to the couch. This time you sat up in front of Tae but after several minutes, he tugged you back and rested his chin on your shoulder. You didn’t fight it, because you didn’t have much tolerance for whiny Tae.
After ten minutes, and the last race taking place between Jin and Kook, the former excitedly yelling, Tae turned and asked if you’d like a bowl of ice cream. Problem was the bastard said it right into your ear, and his voice was already deep as all get out. He didn’t mean to unnerve you but he did every time he started doing that thing where he was close and asking if he could do something for you with his velvet voice. You just nodded yes, not even registering if you really wanted ice cream.
He turned to Jimin and asked the question, to which he happily nodded. It looked like he was texting his girlfriend now and the sight of him smiling made you smile. Tae returned with two bowls, after pausing to talk to Joon, now at the table on his laptop and Yoongi who was finishing his food, now looking actually chipper. After handling Jimin his bowl you noticed the one was for both of you to share. At least he’d brought two spoons. Then you noticed the hot fudge on top and low-key lost it.
“Y'all had fudge?!” you exclaimed and actually caught Hoseok’s attention who had been busily screaming at the action on screen. You didn’t mind him though and just excitedly tugged on Taehyung to sit back down so you could eat. He laughed at you and settled down. You turned to face him, no longer caring about him and focused on the bowl between the two of you. When you noticed him taking a much bigger scoop than you, pouting ensued.
“You want more?” he asked and you nodded although your mouth was already full. He got another spoonful and held it in front of your face. You cared not and opened wide for him to stick it all in your face. He laughed harder at your full cheeks and then your pinched expression as you experienced sensitivity from all the cold. You finally swallowed it all but didn’t feel like eating more. You opted to move the bowl and settled against Tae again.
The race had been won by Jin who was fist pumping excessively and another tournament started. This time Yoongi joined in since Joon was still working. You checked your phone and saw you still had another hour before you needed to cut out. You snuggled further back and stretched out your legs alongside Taehyung much longer ones, your trouser sock clad feet looking especially small next to his.
It was your turn again and you were squaring up against Hoseok, having beaten Jimin. You made to lean forward but as a game, Tae kept an arm tight around your waist.
“Yah!” you exclaimed, not daring to look away from the screen to pin him with a glare to get him to stop. You were in second and needed to focus on catching up. You went to rear up again and Tae laughed behind you, holding you tight to his chest. “Taeeeeee,” you whined.
“Nope,” he fired back, and the sounds of his lips popping on the P agitated you. You tried to pull up your legs to tuck under you but even doing that did nothing to loosen his hold on you. You ended up still winning though, sticking it to Hoseok, although he was a close second. The finale ended up being you and Kook and he effectively crushed you making you toss the remote and cross your arms across your chest.
“Awwww, is Y/N mad?” he asked and you stuck your tongue out again before begrudgingly letting your arms drop. They had delivered on all their promises so you couldn’t rightfully be irritated over your loss. “Y/N will be okay,” Tae said in a comforting tone over your shoulder. He’d gotten more and more comfortable, his hand now splayed on your tummy. Since he was so much bigger, you were almost completely encircled against him. It was comfortable, very much so, but it was also almost time to go. You stretched, raising your arms up high before turning to Tae. He looked content, smiling at you.
“It’s time for me to go home,” you announced. His grip slackened allowing you to get up and stretch further. Everyone came to say bye and you handed out hugs to all, even Yoongi.
“I’ll take you home,” Tae said, having walked with you to the door.
“No, its okay,” you protested. “You’re already in your casual clothes, I’ll just text you when I get home.” He smirked before stepping closer.
“Wheres your jacket?” You pointed to the rack and he found it behind several others before he motioned for you to let him slide it on your frame. “Come on,” he said pulling keys from his pocket. Were those there the whole time? You knew better than to argue with him when he actually looked serious and wasn’t being his cute smiling self. Plus not having to take the subway 20 minutes would be nice.
You made your way to the parking garage before he fired up the car and actually opened the door for you to get in. You smiled wide and said thank you. Sometimes he surprised you, though after thinking about it, you hadn’t been in a car with him in months. The ride home was filled with soft jazz playing and you sank into your seat, keeping your eyes on his side profile. He really was very handsome. Sometimes he would turn his head and meet your eyes and smile at you gently. Mostly though he just sang along to the jazz, making up his own lyrics when there were none.
He walked you all the way to your door and hugged you tight. You thought maybe he’d pressed a kiss to the crown of your head too but you couldn’t be too sure, because now you were tired and the day was catching up to you with a vengeance. He waited until he heard you lock the door to walk away and then when you peeped out the curtains, he waved at you before climbing in the car again.
You showered and dressed for bed, careful not to wake your roommate. You lay there, and for the first time, did not think of all the members or the fun time you’d had, but only of Taehyung. It was odd but not necessarily troubling. You decided to hit the off switch and address all that in the next couple days. Now was time to sleep.