Tumblr Prompt ( Taehyung * reader)
Author’s note ; I have never written taehyung fics so i thought i could start…it’s so angsty fml…. :( :)
I don’t know if i should continue this… *sighs*
Please be sure to let me know what you thought… would you like a continuation?
Taehyung squinted into the darkness, certain that he was currently on top in the list of Fools doing incomprehensibly Foolish things.
Honestly, he had no business whatsoever to be out and about on a night like this, away from the cozy comfort of his home, looking for a girl who was probably, at this moment , in another country for all he knew.
As far as he was concerned, you could have planned your little deception weeks ahead, months even. You had probably kept a nice little nest egg to disappear off to once you’d finished ruining his life completely. The thought of what you had done to him, to his heart, to his life blood, it made him want to destroy you.
And yet, and yet, foolishly, stupidly the first emotion that had plagued him when he had found that you were missing was a debilitating sense of worry and loss.
He hadn’t wanted to lose you, not after having you in his arms all these years.
He felt a torrent of annoyance and self disgust at the thought. It was unfair, completely utterly unfair that he should be out in the rain looking for you when you had played him like fine tuned fiddle. Where was the justice in this?
He reached the establishment where you were supposed to be working , parked his car and got out into the rain, the unfamiliar wetness making him frown. It was freezing cold, the late January air making his breath painful. Sighing,he made his way into the door,only to be greeted by the sound of whimpers.
Frowning, he stepped in further and froze in place.
The sight that greeted him made the blood freeze in his veins.
It was a strip club.
It couldn’t be.
The thought of you working in this sleazy place made him see seventeen different shades of red and his eyes moved with practiced familiarity through the crowds, searching you out.
Over the two years since you had left him, he had looked for you in every crowd in every street and in every half remembered dream. Maybe that was why he picked you out at once, standing behind the bar, your eyes wide and frightened as two men loomed over you.
“Please. Just leave..I..” You said.
One of the men put his arm around your waist drawing you close to his bulky body and Taehyung felt the blood practically boil inside his veins.
That big disgusting brute wanted his girl.
He wanted something that belonged to kim Taehyung
Taehyung moved quickly, years of practicing martial arts had kept his limbs nimble and flexible and in less than fifteen seconds one of the men was crawling on the ground, clutching a broken jaw while the other lay panting at his feet, Taehyung’s fingers wrapped threateningly around his throat.
“Give me one good, reason, just one , why I shouldn’t choke the life out of you bastards right now?” He hissed, the frustration of the past few months translating into violence as he lifted him up by his throat and brought him crashing back down to the floor, vindicated by the sound of his skull crashing into the hard cement.
The rage simmering just beneath his skin heightened and magnified as his eyes finally caught sight of you less than three feet from him.
He had waited so long for this.
A growl began, somewhere at the pit of his stomach and he almost wrenched the man’s arms right out of its socket as he pulled him up.
“You bastard , you dare touch what is mine??” He growled, his own voice unrecognizable as he rammed the man against the wall. The other whimpered, clutching his bruised head and scrambling away in fear, followed by his cohorts.
Watching them scatter like the rats that they were, Taehyung kicked the nearest barstool before turning to you.
And you felt the last bit of your strength leave you, replaced by icy cold fear.
“Jagiya…” he whispered.
You moved, intending to run, but he caught you to him quickly.
“ Just try. You’re in no shape to run for it. And I wouldn’t let you get to the end of the street, so you might as well come quietly. ” He said calmly, giving you an ominous smile.
You swallowed but tried to stay calm as he led you to the car.
Once you were buckled in, he turned around and stared at you. You weren’t meeting his eyes , staring straight ahead . You stayed quiet and it confused him . He expected you to scream and protest but you knew him. it would be a waste of breath. So you stayed quiet. You could find a way out of this mess somehow. You escaped him once, right?
You could run away again.
But clearly your behavior is confusing him. . He had been fully prepared for hysterics.
“Why are you working here? Don’t tell me you already spent all the money you made from ruining my life.” He said quietly.
You wet your lips nervously, pink tongue darting out to trace her lips in an unconsciously erotic gesture.
“I didn’t spend the money. It’s in my apartment.” You said calmly.
He felt his breath catch. He hadn’t realized, how much he had wanted you to deny it. to claim that you had been a victim of chance as well. That you hadn’t been involved in bringing him down. But your calm admission was hurting him so much that he had to grip the steering wheel to stop himself from gasping.
Taking a deep breath , he started the car.
“It’s two streets down. My apartment.” You said nervously.
“We’re not going to your fucking apartment.” He snapped, turning sharply and enjoying the way you unconsciously grasped his forearm. You pulled away at once though,feeling like you had been scalded.
“What? My clothes and…”
“I’ll buy you new ones. Now shut up and stay quiet.” He said fiercely. You opened her mouth, wanting to argue but stopped at the look on his face. You stayed quiet for a few seconds and then sighed.
“Look, I know you must hate me. I understand. But you must understand , i couldn’t stay in that place. You treated me like filth you…”
“Don’t. Don’t you dare talk about how i treated you….. . And don’t you dare say you can understand me. You and I are nothing alike . A lying, cheating coward like you could never understand what you put me through.” his voice trembled with indignation and he fought to reign in his temper.
“You hit me!! You never wanted me… i was just a stupid object for you and i… ”
He reached over, grabbed the back of your neck and kissed you fiercely, teeth nipping your lip and tongue pushing in without restraint. You gasped, closed fists pushing against him but he was already pulling away and looking back at the road. He glanced at you, satisfied to see you frozen in fear.
“the next time you talk, when I ask you to stay quiet. this is how I’ll shut you up. Keep that in mind when you talk to me. ” He said sharply.
You don’t say another word for the rest of the drive to Seoul.
Taehyung took a deep calming breath. you were here.. He had you again. You were his. You weren’t going anywhere.
That was all he wanted.
“This is your room.” Taehyung said softly, staring around at the elaborate bedroom, certain that you were going to faint any second. The past few hours had been so traumatizing, mentally that you felt like your nerves were tuned to snap any second. Trembling just a little you took in the huge four poster bed and the French Windows that opened to a view of the Seoul skyline. The view was breathtaking and you stared at it fiercely, refusing to look at him directly. He looked so damnably handsome and your body was betraying you again, going hot all over as you realized that he was staring at you.
There was such a thing as dangerously beautiful , after all , you thought wildly. Like a tiger getting ready to pounce or an Iceberg about to bring down a ship. Taehyung looked dark and perfect in the dim lighting of the room and he stood , leaning his weight against the sidebar, his hips thrust out in a blatant show of masculine superiority.
“You’ll be staying with me. In here. In my bed.” He said softly.
you felt your entire body go taut with horror.
“no.. no.. no please..” the thought of him touching you. The thought of anyone touching you…it made you break out into a cold sweat. Remnants of that fateful night still lingered in you head and every time any male had come near, your body had begun trembling and sweating without your control.
“I can’t risk anyone else seeing you. You’ll have to remain with me. ” Taehyung said with dismissive shrug.
you glanced around the room, you eyes resting on a small white couch.
“You’re sleeping with me. That’s final. ”
you threaded your fingers through your wildly tumbled hair and glanced up only to see him following the movement of your fingers. Like he wanted to run his fingers through your hair as well. Scalded by the mental picture your mind presented you with, you brought your hand down at once, twisting it in the fabric of your pale white skirt.
“I’m sorry about what happened. i truly am…’ you began but stopped when he moved towards you, his fingers reaching for the first button of your blouse. you went still as a statue, your heart stopping. He unbuttoned two buttons and gently pulled out the small star shaped locket that hung around you neck on a thin platinum chain.
"You’re still wearing it.” Taehyung whispered and you felt your face flame in humiliation. It had been a formal, unsentimental gift from him on your twentieth birthday , which had been just a few days after your engagement to him, five years ago.
Although he didn’t know it, it was the only pretty piece of jewelry you owned and over the years you had just stopped taking it off .
“I..I…” you stammered feeling embarrassed and wretched.
Before you knew what was happening he yanked it sharply and you gasped as the links gave way, snapping at the face of brute force. you felt your neck burn from where the chainlink had scraped you skin and your eyes watered in despair.
you had loved that chain!!
“How could you wear that after what you did to me?” He hissed, stalking to the window as if to throw it out. Before you knew what you were doing you grabbed his arm.
“Wait! don’t. That.. that necklace means something to me. don’t throw it away please."
Turning around he scoffed at you.
"What does it mean? ”
“It’s the only piece of jewelry I have.” you said wildly.
He gave you another searching glance and pocketed the chain.
“I’ll give this to you, if you do well.” He smirked, unbuttoning the cuffs of his black shirt. you stared as the parted sleeve revealed smooth golden skin and felt your throat go dry.
“I’m not sleeping with you.” you said roughly, moving away with trembling knees.
a hard hand curled around your shoulders, turning you around and you briefly collided with his dark passionate gaze before his lips closed over yours.
His kiss was a punishment and you went limp in his arms, knowing that resistance would only make him rougher. you curled your fingers around the silky smoothness of his shirt , uncomfortably aware of the muscles that flexed beneath your fingers. You endured it, with choked gasps, while his fingers gripped the fabric of your blouse at your back, one hand grabbing your chin and tilting your face up for better access. His tongue thrust in without inhibition and his teeth grazed your lips with a force that was just a hairsbreadth away from being painful.
“Don’t act like you don’t want me.” He said harshly, fingers still gripping your chin and forcing you to look into his eyes,“ I am going to do what I should have done years ago. Take you to my bed and let you know exactly who you belong to….” He finished by kissing your neck, the sensation zinging through you like a bolt of electricity. you felt some of your courage return and pushed him away.
To your surprise he moved back, looking dangerously windswept, with his hair mussed and shirt wrinkled from where you had gripped the fabric.
“Don’t do this. It’s not right.” you said stiltedly.
He gave you another one of his measured stares.
“I don’t give a fuck what’s right. And I won’t waste my breath trying to ask you why you did what you did. What matters is that I’ve found you. And I have you. And you’re going to learn what happens to naughty girls who play out of their league. Get on that bed.” He said calmly.
you went parchment pale at the softly whispered command. It felt like someone had signed your death warrant. He wasn’t joking and you knew that he meant to … he meant to…to …make love ?? you almost laughed hysterically at the word that popped into you head , even as a roar of desperation sounded in you head.
Whatever was going to happen on that bed, love had nothing to do with it.
you looked like you were walking to you execution and Taehyung had to stifle the insane smile that threatened to appear on his face. He had no intention of sleeping with you. Not tonight at least. But you didn’t really need to know that. He was enjoying your discomfort. It comforted him, the knowledge that you were as affected by it all as him.
He waited till you were sitting on the edge of the bed looking like a skittish cat , before moving to turn off the lights. He watched your silhouette in the darkness lit only by the faint glow of the city’s breathtaking skyline and moved closer, feeling oddly at peace. you were here. In his room.
In his bed.
Six years of suppressed longing stirred inside him and he could feel his fingers tremble with the need to claim , conquer and possess you. How soft would that skin feel beneath his lips, how smooth your hair would feel sifting through his fingertips. How foolish he was to forget your betrayal and crave you like he craved his next breath.
He wasn’t going to wait another second to find out. He moved to stand right in front of you, sucking in a sharp breath as he felt you stiffen in you place, the nervous energy in you so palpable that he could feel it like a physical thing. He hesitated, before bending over you, lightly tipping your chin up till the soft glow from the window lit your cheekbones, throwing your soft skin into sharp relief. He used his thumb to trace circles just above your jawline, before moving to brush it across you lower lip.
“You’re so soft. ” He whispered, reaching for the tangled confusion of bobby pins that held your hair up in some semblance of a half pony. He removed each one carefully, sifting his fingers through each strand as he released it. you stayed eerily still while he worked meticulously, till your hair was out and around you in a glorious fall of wavy curls, lit with the colors of the city light.
He smiled and moved to the bed.
Stripping down to his boxers , he climbed into the bed and slipped underneath the covers.
“ Tempting as you look , with your owlish eyes and bird’s nest of a head, I’m too tired to properly appreciate all the things your luscious body has to offer . Tomorrow, I’ll tell you how you can start earning your food and stay. Tonight you’ll have to settle for just my arms around you” He whispered, before casually throwing an arm around you waist and burying his face in the pillows.
He fell asleep within minutes.