Word Porn | Kim Taehyung

~One~

Taehyung~
"No, that sounds great! I'll be there," I said into my phone. "Don't worry; I won't say anything. Ok, bye."

Someone was throwing a surprise birthday party for Seojoon, one of my Hwarang hyungs. As I was the only other one not currently enlisted in the military, it was important that I go. Besides, I hadn't seen him in a while and wanted to catch up. I missed these guys, but with everyone in the military now it was almost impossible to keep up.

A week later, I walked around the banquet hall where the party was being held, looking for friends to hang out with. Seeing a group over by the dance floor, I headed that way, but was sidetracked when I saw Seojoon coming in my direction.

"Happy birthday, hyung! It's so good to see you," I exclaimed as I hugged him. It felt like such a long time since we'd gotten together.

"Thank you, Taehyung. How are you? Your group has gotten so big, I can't believe you had time to come today," he said, happy to see me.

"For you, hyung, I made time to come today."

"Tell me what you've been up to."

As we talked, I noticed a girl about ten feet behind Seojoon. She was telling a joke to her group of friends, but she was laughing so hard she couldn't get the punchline out, even though she tried multiple times. I kept glancing at her over Seojoon's shoulder and grinning. He turned to see what I was looking at and smiled...

"Do you know Aayu?" he asked. I shook my head, blushing that I'd been caught staring. He turned to her, "Aayu, come here. There's someone I want you to meet." She looked our way and he waved her over.

I panicked, grabbing his arm, "Hyung, no! Please don't embarrass me," I begged him.

He chuckled, "Calm yourself, Tae. I'm not going to embarrass you. I'm just going to introduce her to you, that's all. She has a hobby that you might find interesting."

She came closer and my heart skipped a beat; she was so pretty. Seojoon made the introductions and she smiled at me. I searched my brain for something, anything, to say to her.

"How do you know Seojoon?" I asked her, praying I didn't make a fool of myself.

"We grew up in the same neighborhood. My older brother was his best friend growing up," she said. "He's like an extra brother to me now. I remember all the girls in the neighborhood wanting to be friends with me, just because they knew he would be at my house all the time."

We had been talking for a few minutes when Seojoon leaned down and in a hushed tone said, "Tell Taehyung about your secret hobby."

Her mouth dropped open in shock. "Oppa, that's supposed to be a secret. You promised," she said, with a disapproving frown.

Seojoon laughed, "Come on, Aayu. Tell him. He's the only one, I swear."

She looked at me, blushing, "I write fan fiction, mostly about K-pop artists."

"All of it, Aayu. Tell him everything," Seojoon nudged her. "Tae, she writes dirty, smutty fan fiction. You should look her up. I know for a fact you're in some of her stories. I'll text you where to find them."

He immediately pulled his phone out of his pocket. She punched him in the arm, trying to make him drop his phone. Obviously she wasn't quick enough, because I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket.

"You ass! Why did I ever let Ryung show you those stories? I'm never going to live this down." She shook her head, pouting.

But Seojoon just laughed, not affected by her cuteness. "Aw little girl, Tae won't think any less of you. He's not that kind of person."