Chapter 1: One
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“Hi, welcome to The Oasis. What can I get…you?”
Your voice trails off as you see the couple standing in the doorway, taking in the small café with its warm brown tones and earthy greens.
Your eyes fall on the man with the dark, ruffled hair, and you recognize him immediately.
Your stomach drops, hands curl into fists at your side, blunt nails digging into the skin as you wish you could evaporate on the spot.
Cocky fuckboy, past captain of the soccer team, Kim Taehyung, and his flavour-of-the-week girlfriend just stepped foot into your workplace, and you had no choice but to serve them because you promised to take over for Morena, who needed to take an important phone call.
This must have been a cruel twist of fate, a punishment for something, because normally, you didn’t work the front counter.
You were much more comfortable in the back, rolling out dough and singing along to songs from the small old-school radio Mi-Suk graciously provided to give you something to listen to while you worked.
Every once in a while, you would choose to listen to music on your phone, opting for songs from your high school and university years that would throw you into a comforting wave of nostalgia.
The man in front of you was a very unwelcome wave of nostalgia, and when his dark eyes finally connected with yours from across the store, they widened in shock for only a brief moment before he was sliding up to the counter with a cocky smile on his face and his girl in tow.
You had not seen him in almost three years, but he still looked the same. Fluffy brown hair that was always a little messy in an endearing way, deep brown eyes, a small freckle on his nose, a wide, boxy smile, and pouty lips that got him out of a lot of trouble.
People tended to bend over backwards for Kim Taehyung, and it infuriated you to no end.
He was just a guy. Sure, he was handsome, but that didn’t give him superpowers or make him important.
But throughout your university years, you watched countless girls fall over themselves just at the mere presence of him walking around.
It was annoying.
“Well, hello. I didn’t know you still worked here.” He said in a smooth baritone voice that reminded you of old jazz music and a warm cup of coffee.
“Yeah, I do, though usually I work in the back. So what can I get you?” You ask, trying to get this interaction over as quickly as possible.
Taehyung’s eyes sparkle with mischief, and you know he isn’t going to let that happen.
Lovely.
“Come on, Baby Blue, work with me here. I haven’t seen you in ages and that’s all you give me?” He croons with a pout on his lips that makes you roll your eyes.
In the back of your mind, you knew you shouldn’t roll your eyes at customers, but you figured someone as infuriating as Taehyung was the exception.
“Don’t call me that ridiculous name, Taehyung.” You bite out as he grins at the furious look on your face.
You thought he would have grown up in the years since you graduated, but it seemed he was still the same pain in the ass as he was back then.
“Oh, sorry Baby Blue, I didn’t know you hated that name. My bad.” He teased in a sarcastically sweet tone as his eyes flicked down to your chest.
That nickname was all his fault anyway.
Taehyung was drunk at a house party and tried to peel you from your very comfortable spot leaning against the wall to dance with him, only to accidentally wobble on his feet and spill his drink all over your favourite baby blue cropped shirt.
Which, unfortunately, was very thin and very see-through, meaning in a matter of minutes, everyone in your vicinity could see your nipples poking through the damp fabric.
Taehyung never once apologized; instead, he said, “Oops,” with a boxy grin, and you had to leave the party early before the stain could set in.
While everyone moved on, Taehyung adopted the nickname Baby Blue for you to commemorate that night.
“You know I hate it, Captain.” You shot back as his eyes widened in surprise, but a grin was still plastered on his lips.
You knew you wouldn’t wound him with that name.
Especially since he was the one to come up with that himself.
“Um, do you two have a history or something?” The girl next to him asks as you finally tear your gaze away from his dark eyes and focus on her.
She is shorter than Taehyung, with long curly hair and full lips, which are frowning as she looks between the two of you.
You look at Taehyung to explain, but he seems to be enjoying the chaos as he leans against the counter and doesn’t bother answering her.
What a great guy.
“Yeah, we went to university together a couple of years back. Took the same program. Had the same classes.” You explain.
Her eyes narrow, and you can practically see the gears in her head turning.
“Nothing happened between us, believe me. We just ran in the same circles, unfortunately.” You continue.
The only reason you were stuck with Taehyung as long as you were was that your best friend Mira, had to go and fall in love with Taehyung’s friend Hoseok, which made you all a big happy group.
You couldn’t hate Mira for it though; she found the love of her life, and Hoseok was a great guy. He popped the question last year, and Mira accepted. They were getting married in four months, which felt crazy to you because you still remember her as the small girl with braids in her hair who offered you half of her snacks at recess one day.
“You mean, fortunately. I’m a delight to have around.” He boasts as the girl next to him giggles and loops her arm around him, snuggling into his shoulder, pleased that you were not an ex-girlfriend.
“I wouldn’t call it that. But sure.” You respond.
“Ouch, you wound me. And here I was thinking we were friends. Besties even.” He croons with an exaggerated wink, and you can’t help it as your eyes roll up to the ceiling once more.
“We aren’t besties; you just pretended we were so you could cheat off me in class.” You reminded him.
“And yet you never once let me cheat. So rude you know. It’s always nice to help a friend in need.” He shoots back, enjoying this.
“We were never friends, Taehyung; we just ran in the same circles.”
He frowns.
“Is this because of the Baby Blue incident? I said I was sorry.”
You scoff.
“No Taehyung, you never did apologize for that one.”
His eyes widen.
“Well, you did look hot in that shirt. So hot, I just wanted to cool you down.” He recovers quickly, shooting you a playful smile.
The girl next to him huffs, and you cross your arms over your chest.
“Kinda gross to be talking to me like that when your girlfriend is right next to you.” You point out as he finally looks down at her and back at you, like he forgot she was even there.
“Oh, she’s not my girlfriend. We just fuck. A lot.”
She playfully smacks his arm and scolds him, as you feel heat rise to your cheeks.
“Anyway, what can I get you?” You say falsely bright, trying to change the subject, as you press the screen in front of you to get it to wake up.
“Can I get a latte macchiato with extra foam?” She says as you smile and punch it into the computer.
“And you?” You ask Taehyung, who is still blatantly staring at you.
“What is good here?” He asks, drumming his long fingers against the counter, seemingly more than okay with wasting your time.
“Everything. Now please, just order.” You almost pleaded.
“You never answered my question.” He quips as you fight the urge to strangle him.
Why can’t he just make your life easy and order something so you can move on and hopefully not see him again?
Or at least not see him until Mira’s wedding.
“You never answered mine either. What. Can. I. Get. You.”
Taehyung finally seems to accept you won’t give him any more information as he straightens up and finally takes a peek at the menu.
About freaking time.
“I’ll take a green tea and whatever dessert you think is best.” He orders with a smile.
“All desserts are the best; I’d know; I make them.” You respond before punching in his order.
His eyebrows shoot up.
“Impressive, Baby Blue,” he teases as his eyes scan the desert case to the right.
You don’t bother to answer him; instead, you turn your back and begin to make the drinks, focusing on deep breaths and not letting him get to you. He won’t ruin today. You won’t let him.
However, it seems the girl next to him isn’t having it, as the second you turn around, she begins to argue with him under her breath.
“What the fuck was that Taehyung?” She hisses as you work on the drinks and try your best to focus on the soft music overhead and not their conversation.
“What do you mean babe?” He asks as you see out of the corner of your eye, her slipping out of his embrace and crossing her arms.
“You were flirting with her. Openly flirting with her in front of me.” She hisses under her breath.
“Baby, I was not. That’s just how she and I talk. We banter,” he explains as you finish making her drink and decide to leave it on the back counter while you work on his. You don’t want to be in the middle of this.
“Calling her some stupid nickname? Calling her hot? Openly eyeing her up and down. You just fucked me half an hour ago, and you already have sights on another girl. What is wrong with you?!” She says, unable to keep her voice down, so you hear everything.
“Baby, all you and I do is fuck. That’s the point of fuck buddies. I wasn’t flirting with her, but I’m also a free man.” He defends putting his hands up.
She promptly loses it, and honestly, you don’t blame her.
“You are disgusting, Kim Taehyung! I thought you would grow up and mature, and want to settle down. And here you are drooling over some minimum wage-making barista.” She shouts as her gaze whips over to you.
“Syd, I already told you when this started, I wasn’t looking for anything serious. We went over this, and you were okay with the arrangement.” He reminds her.
You are caught between them like a deer in the headlights as you turn around and watch it all go down right in front of you.
“You are twenty-seven for fuck's sake, and you don’t act a day over seventeen! There clearly is some unresolved chemistry or some shit going on between the two of you, and I deserve better than to be tied up in it. Have a nice life Tae. Don’t bother calling me for pussy when you get bored with her.” She snaps as she turns on her heel and storms out of the café, slamming the door on the way out, making the wall décor shake.
The silence that follows is so loud you almost wonder if Taehyung could hear your heart beating under your shirt and apron.
“Are you going to…go after her?” You ask meekly as he turns away from the door and once again leans up against the counter, putting on his cool-guy persona.
“Nah, I don’t chase after women. I laid it out very clearly for her, and she thought she could change me. Don’t need to be running after that.” He responds as he runs a hand through his fluffy hair.
“I don’t know what to say here. Sorry? I guess?” You stammer as Taehyung shoots you a grin.
“Nah, don’t worry about it. The last week or so, she had been getting clingy, and I was going to talk to her about it anyway. She saved me from an awkward conversation, so that’s good.”
“Um, okay. So the drinks. Uh….” You trail off, not knowing what to say.
“You never answered my question from before, you know.” He reminded, and all the tension in the room seemed to evaporate as he put on his charming smile and fluttered his eyelashes at you.
“Which one? You asked so many I lost track.” You asked him as you brought both drinks to the front counter.
“The one about you working here. You were top of our class, the smartest person I know, and yet you work here. Nothing against people who do. I have high respect for retail and food workers. I just… Don’t get it.” He explains as you push his drink towards him and pick out a chocolate chip muffin from the case.
“When I graduated, I knew I wanted to be an author, but those things take time. So I asked the owner, Mi-Suk, if I could work full-time while I write. Well, it’s been years, and I have a book published now, but I like working here. I like baking, so I decided to keep it as my main source of income while I write.” You say to him as you place the muffin in a small brown box and close the lid to keep it fresh.
You weren’t sure why you were telling Taehyung all this. Maybe you felt bad that he had just gotten broken up with. Maybe you knew telling him the truth would finally get him to shut up.
All you knew was this was one of the first times you actually had a conversation with him, a real one without teasing and being at each other’s throats, and it was…well. Nice
“You wrote a book? What’s it called?” He asked, clearly impressed, as you wiped your hands on your apron.
“Why? You want to leave me a bad review. Payback for not helping you in university?” You tease as he grins and runs a hand through his hair once more.
“Nah, I want to know what genre you ended up picking. You were undecided back then.”
You are taken by surprise that he even remembers that. You weren’t necessarily close in university. He spent all his time trying to mooch answers off you, and you spent most of your time trying to pretend he didn’t exist.
“Uh, it’s called The Tangled Web of Love and Friendship… I ended up going with romance.” You say nervously.
Before Taehyung can respond, Morena bursts through the office door and immediately apologizes for how the doctor's call was not supposed to take that long and how they lost her files, so they had to put her on hold for an extra ten minutes to find them.
She is talking so fast and in such a hurry that she doesn’t notice Taehyung standing there.
Until she does.
“Oh. Um. Hi.” She says, her demeanour immediately changing as she smooths a hand down her apron and tucks her long hair behind her ears in a shy kind of way.
“Hi. How much do I owe?” He asks, turning back to you as Morena is staring at him in the way most women stare at Taehyung.
Starstruck.
“I’ll pay for both drinks; don’t worry about it.” He says as you ring him through.
He takes both drinks and his muffin and shoots Morena a small, polite smile before turning to you.
“Good to see you again, Baby Blue. And, uh, sorry about the shirt.” He says with a wink before turning around and exiting the cafe.
You watch him go and aren’t sure how to feel. Sure, he was still incredibly cocky and arrogant, but that small civil talk you had was…nice.
“Okay, tell me everything. That man is so hot, I just about melted to the floor. How do you know him?” Morena squeals as she jogs behind the counter to stand next to you, eyes full of excitement.
“It’s just Taehyung. We went to school together.” You say, moving behind her to let her take her spot at cash.
“Is he single? He’s so hot. Wait, are you interested? I don’t want to overstep if you are.” She chirps excitedly.
“I’m not interested; believe me. He’s all yours.” You say as you start to head back to the kitchen, already putting the interaction with Taehyung behind you.
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Taehyung stretched his arms over his head and groaned when he felt a pop in his back.
He knew he should have painted at his easel in his spare room, but the light in here was too perfect to miss out on, so he shoved his blankets off his bed and set down a towel before sitting cross-legged and getting to work on painting the dazzling sunset in front of him.
Painting was a way for him to calm down after a long day or to silence all of the thoughts that were buzzing around his head, and he was forever grateful that his mother introduced him to it at a young age.
While his father was all about working hard and being a rough and tough man, his mother let him explore his softer side through photography and painting.
Taehyung found a healthy balance between them, though his softer side often pulled more ladies.
What lady can resist a soft, kind, artistic soul?
Taehyung fumbled around for his phone and saw he had sixteen unread messages in his group chat with his friends, so he stood up, collected his things, and cleaned his room.
He knew if he opened the chat, he would get lost in it for hours, so he took a quick shower before even touching his phone.
The hot spray felt great against his skin, and he tilted his head back and let the warm water trickle down his scalp as he lathered his shampoo.
Taehyung took his time, letting his fingers dance along his tanned skin and letting the water relax his tense muscles from being hunched over a canvas for the last two hours.
Once he stepped out of the shower, he completed his skincare fully naked to let his body air dry, then he pulled on a pair of soft grey sweatpants; he didn’t bother with a shirt because half the time he slept only in boxers or completely naked anyway.
He turned off most of the lights around his home and settled into the warmth of his bed, pulling the covers back on and scooping up his phone to see what he missed in chat.
Jungkook and Jimin were sending pictures and raving about the getaway they just came back from.
They went to a cabin in the woods for five days, and even though they kept sending pictures of the wildlife, Taehyung knew they got away to fuck like rabbits in a secluded cabin where no one could hear them.
Those two were some of the horniest men Taehyung had ever met.
Jimin and Taehyung grew up together and became instant best friends. While everyone thought Taehyung was Jimin’s platonic soulmate, there was no doubt that Jungkook was Jimin’s romantic soulmate.
They met on the first day of university and have been inseparable ever since.
Hoseok rounded out the group chat.
Smiley, Funny, Sunshine in human form. Hoseok, whom Taehyung met through Jimin, got along so well with everyone that he became a permanent fixture in their group.
He was a year older and often seen as the go-to person for advice, as he was always open and ready to listen.
Hoseok met Mira near the end of their first year and started dating her.
Mira had it all. She was tall and smart and honestly made Hoseok so happy.
With all these couples around, you would think Taehyung would want to settle down and find his own forever person, but he liked being single.
He liked the freedom to do what he wanted, when he wanted, with whom he wanted. Sydney’s little outburst today reminded him once again why he didn’t date. It was just too much work.
Taehyung was snapped from his thoughts when another message came through, and he figured he should answer instead of staring off into space holding his phone.
Taetae: Looks like fun guys! Glad you made it back safe!
Kookie: Whoa, he lives!!!
Hoba: We thought we would have to call someone to check on you.
Jiminie: Where have you been Tae?
Taehyung leaned back against his headboard and let his legs sprawl out as he typed.
Taetae: Had a busy day then came back here and painted.
Hoba: Painted?
Jiminie: What happened?
Taetae: Nothing. Why?
Kookie: Nothing? Yeah, except you only paint when something has happened or you need to get out of your head.
Taetae: Australia and I broke up. Not why I painted though. The sunset was just pretty.
A rule of thumb for Taehyung was that he never gave out his hookup’s real name. He knew his friends well enough to know they would go on a cyberstalking spree, so everyone got codenames so they couldn’t be found.
Jiminie: What happened?
Hoba: Oh no.
Taetae: Nothing major. She wanted us to be more. I didn’t and she caused a public scene. She stormed out and I let her go.
Kookie: You told her you just wanted a hookup though… right?
Taetae: I always do.
Hoba: A public scene. Where were you? I thought you guys only fucked.
Jiminie: Are you okay, Taetae?
Taetae: I’m okay Jimin. I was going to talk to her anyway because she was getting clingy so it worked out for the best.
Taetae: Yes, we fucked Hoba but we both got hungry so I took her to a café like the gentleman I am.
Taehyung trailed a hand down his bare torso as he thought back to the incident at the café. He didn’t mean to bring his friends with benefits into your café specifically… It was just the one that had the best reviews.
And he could see why. The muffin you gave him was phenomenal.
Jiminie: I'm sorry that happened.
Kookie: And in public? Please tell me it wasn’t busy.
Taetae: She got mad because she thought I was flirting with the barista.
Hoba: Were you flirting with the barista?
Taehyung barked out a laugh. His friends knew him well.
Taetae: For once no. But Hoba you have been withholding information, you know.
Jiminie: Wait, what? What info?
Hoba: Huh?
Taetae: You didn’t tell me Baby Blue still worked at The Oasis. Imagine my surprise when I see her behind the counter.
Kookie: Oh shiiiiit.
Hoba: What did you do Taehyung? She is my fiancé's best friend. Please, for the love of God, leave her alone. Mira is stressed enough from wedding planning.
Taetae: Nothing! We just talked then Australia flew off the handle
Kookie: So you were flirting then?
Jiminie: I think you can’t help but flirt when you are around her Tae. You’ve been like that for years.
Hoba: Please tell me you didn’t call her that stupid nickname to her face. You know she hates it.
TaeTae: Oops.
Hoba: Oh my God Taehyung.
Taetae: What? She called me Captain right back! And it was not flirting you two! So stop it! We do not flirt.
Jiminie: Yes but you appointed yourself the “Captain Taehyung” title in university because you thought it would get you more women.
Kookie: Did that ever actually work?
Taetae: I’ll have you know I got laid plenty of times because of that name thank you very much!
Hoba: So you flirted with her and your girl stormed out. Classy.
Taetae: We did not flirt. It was playful banter besides, Australia knew she and I were never going to be serious.
Kookie: I agree with Jimin. I think you can’t help but flirt with her. She doesn’t fall for your charms and it makes you mad
Taehyung sat back and bit his lip. He wasn’t flirting with you. He didn’t like you like that. He just liked the flustered look on your face when he teased you. It was…adorable. Plus, you were one of the only girls who didn’t immediately fall at his feet, and something about that always made him want to work harder around you. It kept him on his game because he took pride in the fact that everyone seemed to adore him.
Everyone except you.
Hoba: Please just leave her alone Tae. I’m serious! With the wedding coming up I don’t need you two at each other’s throats.
Taetae: Believe me, I was just as surprised to see her as she was to see me. Did you guys know she is a published author?
Kookie: ...Yeah?
Jiminie: Duh.
Hoba: Yes.
Taehyung frowned.
Taetae: Hoba you don’t count because you are marrying her best friend. Jimin? Kook? How did you know?
Jiminie: Because we ask about our friends we went to school with. We don’t spend our time trying to get under their skin.
Kookie: Jimin and I bought her book. I could loan it to you if you want.
Taetae: I do not spend my time trying to get under her skin. She’s just very easy to rile up.
Hoba: Oh god.
Jiminie: You mean flirt with?
Taetae: Nope. Good try though. And yes Koo I will take a look at her book. Can I come to pick it up after work tomorrow?
Kookie: Sounds good.
Taehyung dropped his phone on his chest and stared up at the ceiling. He felt weirdly proud that you did something with your degree instead of him, who ended up working an office job for his father.
Taehyung quickly pulled up his search engine and searched for your book.
His eyes widened when he saw that it was number fifteen on trending and received a lot of praise. He kept scrolling, reading review after review of people saying it was one of the best love stories they had read in a long time.
Taehyung was pleasantly surprised, as he knew you only dated one guy in university named Simon, who was an absolute pompous dickhead.
When he found out what went down between you and Simon, Jimin had to lock him in the dorm so he didn’t storm down the hall and punch Simon right in his ugly ass mouth.
He was just… protective of one of Mira’s friends, that’s all.
Taehyung set his alarm and turned out the light. He shucked off his sweatpants and pulled the covers over his naked frame.
However, sleep wouldn’t come because all he could think of
Was you.
Chapter 2
Notes:
Tags: A/U, friends with benefits, mentions of past relationship trauma, Mira is a really good friend, drinking, solo male masturbation, solo male orgasm, fantasy hand jobs and blow jobs, the plot thickens
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The thing about Mira is that she’s a good friend. A really, really good friend.
She is the type of friend who will drop anything to help you, be ready to defend you, and is your number one fan.
So, one month after the incident with Taehyung, you text her the dreaded SOS text. She texts you back minutes later, letting you know Hoseok is going out with the boys tonight, and you can come over whenever.
The drive to her place isn’t long, and by the time you park your car, you already feel calmer.
Her front door opens, and she wraps you in a hug that makes you smile against her soft hair.
“Come in! Hoseokie just left, so it’s just us. I’m prepping the cookie dough.” She motions for you to take off your coat and shoes and follow her to the kitchen, where the oven is already preheating.
The emergency cookie dough has already been shaped into balls and placed on a baking sheet.
The other thing about Mira is that no matter what, she always has cookie dough in case of an emergency.
She really is a great friend.
“So tell me what happened.” She says, leaning against the counter with a worried look on her face.
“Well, I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want first?” You ask, sliding onto her barstool at her large kitchen island and letting out a long-winded sigh.
“Wherever you want to start.” She says softly.
You can’t help but smile. God, you love her so much.
“Well, the good news is my book is number ten on trending. It’s popular on websites I have never even heard of!” You feel a sense of pride bloom in your chest.
You still couldn’t believe you were a published author, and people took the time out of their day to read your stuff. It blew your mind.
“That’s amazing!” Mira exclaims, nearly vibrating with excitement.
“Yeah, my publisher called about two hours ago and told me! It’s great news, and I’m really happy, but….” Your voice trailed off as you began to bite your lip anxiously.
“They want me to write a sequel to the first book.” You say, shifting in your chair as you feel the ball of dread in your stomach grow.
Mira’s eyes widen, and she shoots you a beaming smile.
“This is good news! That’s so exciting! Wait, what is it going to be about? In the end, the couple got together and lived happily ever after.” She asks as the oven timer dings, and she bustles around the kitchen putting the cookies in the oven.
“It seems the fans have fallen for Ryder and Sabrina.” You say, slightly blushing.
Ryder and Sabrina were two of the most fun characters you had ever written. They were the classic happy sunshine boy and grumpy moody girl tropes that everyone seemed to love. She pretended to hate him, and he always blatantly flirted with her.
Even though you loved the main story a lot, the dynamic between these two characters was always more fun to write, the bickering, the teasing, and the putting their differences aside to team up together to get the main couple to finally admit their feelings.
“Oh, those two were hot,” Mira says as she shuts the oven door and spins around, winking at you.
You blushed and waved your hand at her.
After the book was published, Mira was one of the first ones to finish it. She admitted to staying up all night and reading it despite Hoseok telling her multiple times to just go to bed.
After she finished, she wrote you a one-page letter praising the book over and over, going over the parts she loved, the parts that made her scream, and writing the best review you could ever ask for.
Something she did point out though, is the glaring similarities between Ryder and Sabrina and the two other people who seem to be at each other’s throats and like to tease and bicker.
You waved her off, saying that it meant nothing, and you most definitely didn’t accidentally make Taehyung a character in your book because that would be insane.
“Yeah, I had a lot of fun with them, and I am excited to write them again, but there is a big glaring problem.” You explain.
“My team said the first book was wonderful and got great reviews. Some fans reviewed it and said they wished I didn’t… gloss over some of the… sexier parts.” You grimaced.
“For part two… For Ryder and Sabrina, they want—and the fans want—it to be more…mature.”
Mira’s eyes widen.
“You are a mature writer, though. You’re an adult. This isn’t a kid's story.” She says slowly, and you shake your head.
“What I mean is my editor wants me to add some spice. Some smut, if you will.”
Mira’s jaw drops.
“Basically, because there is so much built-up chemistry between Ryder and Sabrina, she wants me to make this book…hotter. Like a full-on sex scene hotter, and I am freaking the hell out because how am I, of all people, supposed to write that!?” You fret, once again biting at your lip and staring at your friend with panic all over your face.
“Your editor wants you to write smut? Why?” Mira asks slowly, taking off her apron and hanging it up.
“I don’t know!? I guess it’s all the rage now, and it’s what the people want. Women don’t want to watch porn; they want to read porn, and my editor thinks it will make sense for this book. I was able to get away with it in the first one! It was a cute story, but now she wants something more, and I don’t know if I can deliver that!?” You are full-blown panicking now, chest heaving and anxiety gripping your insides.
Mira slowly took your hand and guided you over to the couch; you sank into the cushions and let out a weary sigh, covering your face with your hands.
“I can’t write something like that? My sex life is a joke. I don’t have the experience for that.” You say, voice rising with the anxiety that is gripping you tightly.
“It’s okay; let’s take it slow and figure this out together.” Mira soothes as you crack open an eye to stare at her.
“Have you tried getting experience from other things? Like watching porn or reading porn.” She asks calmly as you position your body so you are both sitting cross-legged across from each other.
“Yes. Believe me, I’ve read porn, I’ve read fan fiction, and I’ve watched porn. I just feel like I’m lost in a big sea without a raft. My sexual experience was nothing like that, and I don’t know how to write a good experience, let alone a sexy one.”
“And it’s…also. You know. Embarrassing. I’m twenty-seven, and I’ve only made out with a couple of people and had one real boyfriend that turned out to be a big disaster, and now I’m here trying to study porn so I can know what it’s supposed to feel like so I can write it into my book."
You never were one to compare yourself to others until you got older. Then, you watched as everyone seemed to fall into these easy relationships and find the loves of their lives.
Even Mira just happened to be in the right place at the right time when she found Hoseok. You thought you found it when you first met your ex-boyfriend Simon, but it turned out to be all smoke and mirrors as the relationship seemed to disintegrate right in front of your eyes. You tried to keep hold of it, to work on things, to fix it, but by the time he was finished with you, the damage had been done.
"What about finding someone to have sex with? Like real-world experience?” Mira asks, snapping you from your thoughts as your eyes meet hers.
“Like a sex teacher?” You asked, wrinkling your nose
“Why not?” Mira giggles
“I would. I really would, but after Simon…after what happened…I can’t have a casual fling with someone I don’t know. I wouldn’t want to drag some stranger into this mess.” You say running your hands down your body to show you are a mess.
“Okay, firstly, you are not a mess. You just had a very bad boyfriend who deserves to be punched in his face.”
You giggle.
“Second. You do know whoever ends up with you is going to be the luckiest person on the planet. That’s the thing about love: that person is going to overlook your flaws and any baggage you may carry because they love you. Look at Hoseok and me.” She insisted.
It was very true. Mira dated a guy throughout high school, and right before graduation, he said he didn’t want to do long distance and broke her heart. You were there when Mira made the declaration that she was never going to love anyone again, but then Hoseok showed up. He was kind and patient and was willing to be friends with Mira first and take things slow until she was ready. And now they were engaged.
“I know, but I’m not looking for love. I’m looking for someone I know. Someone willing to let me do this sex thing at my own pace. To be okay that I might have…issues.” You say as the timer for the oven goes off, and Mira pats your hand before standing up to take the cookies from the oven.
You watch as she shoves on her hot pink oven mitts, a gift from Hoseok, before taking them out and letting them cool.
She stands there for a moment before looking back at you with a mischievous smile on her face, before she scoops up her phone and sends a text, fingertips flying over the screen.
“Who ya texting?” You tease as she comes to sit down next to you again.
“Just Hoseok. Wanted to make sure he got there safe.” She replies casually as she pockets her phone.
“So you would be willing to have sex with someone you aren’t dating?” Mira asks you honestly.
“I mean yeah. But it can’t be some random person from an app or some stranger. I’d only be okay with it if it were someone I know. Someone who has experience. Who I could guarantee that they would be good and willing to help me out. I don’t want to waste my time wading through guys who think they know what to do with their dick.” You explain, as Mira throws her head back and laughs.
Mira’s phone dings, and she eagerly takes her phone from her pocket. She reads the screen with a triumphant look on her face before pocketing it again.
“What are you smiling about?” You can’t help but ask.
“What if I told you I had an idea to solve this problem? What if I also told you, before you shut it down, you have to hear me out?” She says, wiggling her eyebrows.
“I mean…okay?” You say timidly.
“Kim Taehyung is always down to fuck. He doesn’t have a fuck buddy anymore since that scene in your café.” She hints.
You stare at her in shock.
Your heart is pounding in your chest.
“Mira, this is a joke, right? No way in hell am I going to let Kim Taehyung be my sex teacher. You can’t be serious!” You whine.
“Hoseok told me he hasn’t been with anyone since. You said you wanted it to be someone you know, someone who would understand. He went to school with you; he knows what being a writer is like and knows what he’s doing with his dick… I mean, we both have heard the rumours.” She says with a wink that makes heat rise to your face as you feel your stomach swoop.
“Absolutely not. No freaking way.” You argue, crossing your arms over your chest.
Mira just smiles.
“Come on. Kim Taehyung is perfect!”
“No, he’s not.”
“Yes, he is, but you are too stubborn to see it. I mean, he’s practically your male lead in the book anyway.” She teases, standing up to scoop some cookies onto a plate.
“No, he is not!” You argue back.
She hands you a cookie, but you decline for now. Your stomach is too tangled in knots to eat.
“What’s wrong with Taehyung then?” She asks.
You stare at her unblinking.
“Everything.”
“More specific, please.” She almost sings.
“He’s arrogant.”
“Not really; he kind of grew out of that.”
“He thinks he’s hot shit.”
“He is hot. Come on, even you can admit that man is fine.”
“He’s cocky.”
Mira giggles.
“Isn’t that what you're looking for?”
You reach around to toss a pillow at her head, and she dissolves in a fit of laughter.
“Come on! He’s someone you know! Someone you can learn to trust. He obviously knows what he’s doing with his dick. He’s perfect!” Mira gushes as you shoot her a dark look.
“Is this how low I’ve fallen? Setting me up with Kim Taehyung. I think I’m going to be sick.” You moan, clutching your stomach and rolling your eyes back.
“Oh, so dramatic. You know how many women would kill to get on Taehyung’s dick?” She teases as you hide your face behind your hands in embarrassment.
“Then let them have him! I certainly do not want anything to do with him or his dick.” You cried as Mira giggled alongside you, and you finally pulled your hands from your face.
“You don’t have to go for it. Just promise me you will at least think about it. Sure, he’s fuckboy Taehyung and hasn’t exactly grown up yet, but he cares about you. I know he does. Hoseok told me he borrowed your book from Jimin and Jungkook just so he could read it.” She explains as you finally reach for a cookie and bite into it.
“Wow. That’s. Wow.” You say as you take it in.
You never thought Taehyung would actually be interested in your book, let alone ask his friends to borrow it.
“And you did say the conversation you had at the café after that girl stormed out was nice.” Mira points out as you shoot her a pointed look from across the couch.
“It sounds like you are trying to set me up with him.” You say with a quirk of your eyebrow.
“Yes, I am. I’ve always thought you both would be perfect for each other. You don’t fall for his charismatic shit. He literally stopped calling himself Captain Taehyung when you pointed out that it made him sound like a big-headed douche. You have power over him.” Mira says, reaching for cookie number two with a grin.
“I don’t have any power over him, and I don’t want any power over him. He’s still infuriating, you know.” You say as you finish your cookie and stare outside at the sun setting, painting the living room with soft pinks and rich orange hues.
“Infuriating, sure, but I still think he’s the perfect man for the job. Just think about it, okay? That’s all I ask is that you keep an open mind.” Mira asks, patting your knee and offering to order you both some dinner.
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Taehyung was sitting at the bar, wishing he were anywhere else.
Hoseok sent a text in the group chat saying Mira needed the house for a girl’s night, so he was going to hit the bar if anyone wanted to come.
Taehyung jumped at the chance, as it had been a while since he had gone out, but now he was regretting it immensely and wished he had just stayed home.
It was a Friday night, and while the bar was full of people mingling about, chatting it up, and buying each other drinks, Taehyung felt like he was watching from the outside, a million miles away.
A hand on his arm shook him from his thoughts as he turned to see Jimin’s smiling face.
“What’s up?” He asked as his best friend looped an arm around his shoulders and took Hoseok’s vacated seat next to him.
“What’s up with you? You look sad…and moody. What’s going on, Taetae?” Jimin asked, and Taehyung slowly smiled.
Jimin always had the uncanny habit of knowing when something was wrong with Taehyung, even when he didn’t know what was wrong himself.
“I’m okay, just been a long week, and I guess I’m not feeling it tonight.” He sighs as his fingers play with the beer bottle in front of him. It tastes bitter and warm, and he scowls when he pulls it from his lips.
“You? Not feeling it?” Jimin jokes as he places a small hand against Taehyung’s forehead to check his temperature.
“Are you sick? Injured. This place is crawling with women who have been eye-fucking you since we got here, and you aren’t feeling it?”
Taehyung looks around to see if Jimin is right.
Several women are looking his way with appreciative smiles on their faces, and Taehyung knew he could have the pick of any of them, but he just wasn’t in the mood.
Ever since Sydney caused the scene a month ago, he has just been doing his own thing. He didn’t even want to have sex with someone at this point because it just seemed like too much work, and the girls he chose didn’t know the first thing about staying detached.
“Nah, I’m good, Jiminie. Just in a funk. I’ll snap out of it.” He says as Hoseok and Jungkook return to the table with Jin and Yoongi in tow.
Seokjin and Yoongi were some of Hoseok’s coworkers who also agreed to come out tonight. Taehyung liked them; they were good guys.
He especially liked Yoongi, who pushed a cold beer in front of Taehyung and swapped out his lukewarm one with ease.
“Guys, I think Taehyungie is sick.” Jimin frets as Jungkook wraps an arm around his boyfriend and presses a kiss to his cheek, which makes Jimin giggle.
“What happened? We were gone for like ten minutes max.” Hoseok exclaims, looking over at Taehyung, who took a sip of his cold beer and kept his head down.
“He doesn’t want to take anyone home tonight. He said he’s not feeling it.” Jimin blurted as everyone at the table’s eyebrows shot up, and Taehyung groaned.
“I’m fine. Jiminie is being dramatic. I’m just not feeling it right now. I don’t want anyone. That’s not a crime.” Taehyung defended himself, shooting Jimin a look.
“Not a crime but odd for you.” Jin said.
“Wait, I thought you were with some chick? Australia or whatever?” Yoongi asked as a couple of people started to move tables to make a dance floor.
“She got too clingy; I let her go.” He explains, not bothering to look at anyone, and instead just focusing on the people dancing.
“You mean she caused a scene and walked out on you?” Jungkook offered with a shy grin that made Taehyung shoot him the finger.
Which only made him laugh.
“Wow, is this the first time in history Tae wasn’t the dumper but the dumped? Maybe that’s why you are in a funk,” Jin offers as some pretty girl comes up and asks him to dance.
He winks at the others before disappearing into the crowd with his drink held high and the girl leading the way.
“Wait, were you falling for her, Taehyung? Is that why you are so upset?” Jimin asks, and Taehyung shakes his head.
“No, Jimin. I do not fall for my hookups. That’s like hookup rule number one,” he snaps, feeling irritated.
“Wait, so you don’t have a hookup at all?” Hoseok asks as Taehyung turns to face his friend.
“No, Hoseok, I do not.” He snaps, feeling like his clothes are all wrong and way too tight and that he is being scrutinized under a microscope by his friends.
“Okay, don’t bite my head off. Mira just wanted to know, that’s all.” He says, typing a message back as Taehyung’s eyebrows lift.
“Your fiancé wants to know if Taehyung is fucking anyone right now? That’s a little weird, you know.” Yoongi points out with a cocked eyebrow.
“She’s having a girls’ night with her friend, and I don’t know. I don’t ask what they talk about; I just answer. Sometimes it’s better not to know.” Hoseok defends as Taehyung’s ears perk up.
Some friend always meant you.
Were you asking if he was hooking up?
Were you…interested?
There was no freaking way, right?
Taehyung decided he had enough of tonight and slowly slid off his barstool, throwing money on the table and eyeing the nearest exit.
“Listen, I’m going to head out. I’m just really not feeling it, and I don’t want to drag you guys down. I’ll call a cab.” He says as the others frown.
“You don’t have to leave!” Hoseok whines.
“We’re sorry about teasing you.” Jimin pleads, but Taehyung just wraps his coat around his body and bids them farewell as he steps out into the street and waits for his ride to arrive.
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By the time he gets home, Taehyung is bone tired.
He shucks off his shoes by the front door and rubs his hands over his eyes. This was an extra-long workweek, and he was grateful that he had the next two days off because mentally, he felt like he needed it.
He strolled through his space, dropping off his coat before heading to the shower to begin his night routine.
He quickly texted Jimin to let him know he made it home safe, as the water from the shower warmed up.
Taehyung stripped down and stepped under the hot spray. The water immediately relaxed his tired muscles.
He let the water run down the planes of his body and got his hair wet even though he wasn’t planning to.
Steam danced around his ankles as he squeezed out his body wash and got to work scrubbing off the dingy bar smell.
He took his time on his arms and legs, giving them a little massage as he worked. He scrubbed his back the best he could, and when he soaped up his legs and inner thighs, he felt his cock start to thicken between his legs.
Ever since Sydney, he had not been with anyone else but his right hand. Maybe that was why he was feeling so damn frustrated and in a funk.
Sure, throughout his life, he had some dry spells, but a whole month was almost unheard of in his books.
He always had some girl looking at him or chasing after him.
He knew he could have taken anyone home from the bar tonight, but he just didn’t feel the desire to do so.
Taehyung’s long fingers massaged his slowly hardening cock and fondled his balls as he worked.
He couldn’t remember the last time he gave himself an orgasm, and that thought alone was troubling.
Is this what growing up was like? Losing your libido and not even wanting to touch yourself?
Taehyung didn’t like the sound of that.
He let the warm water rush over his thighs and cock as it stood up hard and proud against his stomach.
He hissed when his delicate fingers wrapped around the thick base, and when he began to stroke himself, Taehyung felt a zing of pleasure race down his spine.
He closed his eyes and pressed one hand to the tiled wall as he worked his cock to full hardness and flicked his wrist in the way he liked so much.
God, this felt good.
His hand began to speed up as rivulets of water ran down his spine, making him shiver under the heat of the shower.
His stomach began to coil in pleasure, and Taehyung squeezed his eyes shut and tried his best to conjure up a sexy fantasy that would make him cum.
He began to whimper and fuck his fist faster as the fantasy came into focus. It wasn’t one he normally chose, but it was making him hard and needy as he worked his aching cock.
The spilled drink
The baby blue shirt
The soft nipples poking out.
Your horrified expression
The way his cock throbbed in his pants
Now you are…
Oh god, you are sinking to your knees right there in the middle of the party to pull his pants down.
You are wrapping your lips around his hard cock, and he can still see your nipples poking out from under your damp shirt.
Taehyung’s fist sped up on his cock; the pleasure in his body was almost becoming too much as he began to fuck into his fist animalistically, the wet noises lewd over the spray of the shower.
He needed to cum.
Fuck, he needed to cum so badly.
His hand curls against the tiled wall and tries to dig into the slippery surface as he can’t stop thinking about you.
In his mind’s eye, you wrapped your lips around his shaft and began to suckle the head.
Oh fuck, it feels so good.
Taehyung is past the point of no return, and his cock throbs in his hand as he works himself.
You pull away.
You lick a bold stripe up his cock, and he loses it.
Pleasure explodes throughout his body as his cock shoots cum all over the wall. The vein on the underside of his cock is throbbing angrily as it shoots out more, and Taehyung wails out your name as he throws his head back and works his cock until his cum slowly dribbles out, falling at his feet and getting washed away by the water.
His head is spinning, his heart is racing, and he slightly stumbles as he comes down from his high.
Taehyung lets go when his cock becomes too sensitive and places both hands on the shower wall, breathing heavily as if he had just run a race.
He cracks open his eyes to see his cum slowly sliding down the wall, and he quickly turns the showerhead to wash it away.
What the fuck.
He had not orgasmed that hard in…well, he didn’t know.
And since the fuck when did he picture you?
That’s never happened before, and it gives him an uncomfortable, prickly feeling at how hot it was.
He stands under the spray and feels guilt curl around him as he washes his cock and pubic hair before turning off the water and stepping out.
He once again does his skincare nude and pulls on soft sweatpants before climbing into bed.
He checks on his friends’ locations to see that they are all still at the bar, and he smiles to himself. Maybe he just needed an orgasm. He did feel better.
Though the fact that he came to the thought of you giving him head still makes an uncomfortable feeling roll through his body. He hates that he thought of you. He didn’t want you like that.
But most of all, he hated how hard he came and how much he liked it.
He read your book; he had been meaning to give it back to Jimin, but he just kept forgetting to do so. The book was good. It was a heartwarming story of friends and fate pushing two people to be together.
He did find Ryder and Sabrina much more fun, though; there was a lot more chemistry there, and it was obvious who they were based on, which made him chuckle when he read it.
He wanted to tell you in person, maybe rile you up some more to see that cute blush spread across your cheeks. He liked it when he riled you up because you resembled a small, angry kitten. All bark and no bite. It was adorable.
Taehyung felt exhausted from the day and his orgasm, so he snuggled deeper into his sheets and fell asleep with a smile on his face.