“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
“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
“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
“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
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
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.