CONTAINS FLUFF, STRONG LANGUAGE, MENTIONS OF DADDY KINK & MINOR SEXUAL CONTENT
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I was tempted to just sleep out in the living room with Yeontan and Nari. Taehyung's behavior sent a small shiver up my spine, leaving me slightly uncomfortable with the idea of sleeping next to him. I didn't know him like that; sure he was cuddly during the day the more we opened up to each other, but by night, I didn't know what was on his mind.
Luckily, we'd slept side-by-side the entire night without a fuss; his arm was the only part of him that had touched me until we'd drifted off to sleep. I blinked repeatedly, painfully forcing the sleep from my eyes as I was scraped with rough licks from Yeontan. I blindly reached out and pulled him to my side, grinning down at him as I ruffled his fur. He sneezed, staring up at me and panting loudly.
"Morning Tannie," I murmured sleepily, gently stroking his head.
Yeontan jerked his head up to nip my finger and I pulled away, glaring at him. He stared up at me like I was at fault for getting bitten, his beady little black eyes glinting in the sliver of sunlight that filtered through the blinds. I narrowed my eyes to hit, playfully tapping his paws. He yipped irritably, standing up and shaking his coat before moving to the edge of the bed.
"Yeontan's not much of a morning dog."
I jumped at the sound of Taehyung's voice so close to my ear. His arm tightened around my middle, a small chuckle rising from his chest. "It's just me," he croaked, his voice thick with sleep. "Did you forget you were in my room?"
"Sort of," I yawned. "You're a lot clingier in your sleep than Yoongi and Jimin. I just wasn't used to you..."
Taehyung chuckled deeply. "You weren't used to me in what way? Because your choice in wording your sentences is putting another thought into my head."
I rolled out from under Taehyung's arm, shoving against his chest with a groan. "You're just as bad as Jungkook."
Taehyung grinned slowly, turning to bury his face against his pillow. I watched him languidly, my eyelids heavy, body begging me to go back to sleep. I kept still, forcing my eyes open as I let my gaze travel over Taehyung's lazy form, his arms placed limply near his head. His head turned slightly as he peered over at me, his brown eyes warm and inviting in the morning light.
"You sure do like looking at me, don't you?" he mumbled jokingly, reaching out to turn my chin towards him.
I rolled over on my side, keeping my eyes locked on his. "It's kind of hard not too when you have 'three sexy roommates'," I mocked in a deep tone, trying to match Taehyung's voice.
Taehyung smiled at me, pushing himself over to press a kiss against my lips. "I'm sure Jungkook would love to know you said that about him," he chuckled, flashing his teeth in a boxy grin.
"You tell him I said that and I'll smack you with your Gucci flip-flops."
"Kinky."
I flicked his forehead playfully, feeling his hips lower against mine. I glared, annoyed, at him, shoving gently against his shoulders. "You're going to crush me," I groaned, shoving again.
Taehyung positioned his arms above my head, peering down at me. His bangs fell over his eyes, barely brushing my forehead as he leaned closer. Something in his eyes sent a shiver through my body, but, feeling like I wasn't in immediate danger, I lazily tilted my head back with a sigh. I felt his lips gently connect to my throat, the feeling he sent through me making my mind grow fuzzy. A whimper slipped past my lips; I gripped the front of his shirt softly.
"You must've missed me while you were holing yourself up all week, huh Yumin?" he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss against my collarbone.
"I was scared; I didn't know what else to do."
Taehyung raised his head slowly, kissing his way along my jaw. "I know you're scared, but that's why I'm trying to help you. You should've just talked to me; I would've made you feel better."
I laughed nervously. "Sex isn't going to make me feel any better, Taehyung."
Taehyung shook his head. "Not sex. You could've just talked with me; I would've listened to you, I would've held you if you cried, made you feel safe. All you have to do is let me in...even if it's just a little bit."
I watched Taehyung numbly, sluggishly pulling at the front of his t-shirt. He pressed his lips against mine, breathing calmly. My hands reached up and wrapped around his neck, feeling him lower his upper body against my stomach. I felt safer when I was wrapped up with him, Jimin, or Yoongi, their arms locked securely around me, lips gently working at my skin.
He pulled away slowly, his eyes rolling around before focusing on me again. I absently ran a hand across his cheek, thumb brushing across the tip of his nose. "Taehyung," I mumbled, "I want to trust you, I do. But, you know why I'm wary."
"I know, but I want to try and change that. If you want to let me in, at least give me a chance. You don't have to trust me completely yet... But, you can still trust that I'm not going to hurt you. I wouldn't want that to happen to me if I were in your shoes. Hell, no one would. So why would I hurt you? Why would Jimin or Yoongi hurt you? Especially Yoongi. Yoongi hyung's been in your life almost since you first moved here. He knows how Yura treated you. He's been there for you through it for more than a year now... He'd never deliberately hurt you. None of us would."
I looked away. "Why do you care so much? Like Jungkook said when I first came here: I'm just a stray."
Taehyung chuckled, rolling his eyes. "Jungkook was just scared letting you into the apartment. Being picked up from an alley doesn't make you a stray, Yumin-ah."
"That's exactly what it means, Tae."
"Look. We care about you because we've realized what it's like to not have someone there for us. We didn't all know each other in the beginning; we had to deal with things on our own and it hurt knowing we couldn't turn to someone for help. That's why we want to be there for you...why I wanna be there for you. You should never have to walk through life alone."
I smiled softly, trying to keep tears from cascading down my face. Soon, I couldn't hold them back anymore, their saltiness burning my lips as I pulled a hand down over my eyes. A joyous smile broke out across my face and at that point, I couldn't tell if I was crying or laughing. Taehyung pushed himself to his knees, tugging at the sleeves of my shirt to pull me up with him. I sat on my knees, head bowed as I tried to wipe the tears off of my face. They just kept flowing and I laughed weakly at myself.
"Fuck," I grumbled. "Why can't a stop crying?"
"Tugged at your sensitive little heart, there, did I?" Taehyung chuckled, pulling me onto his lap. I wrapped my arms around him, hiding my face away in the crook of his neck with a shaky laugh. Nodding, I felt Taehyung's lips gently peck at my cheek. "I didn't mean to make you cry."
Shaking my head, I breathed, "It's not you're fault. It's just because I've been holding everything in for so long..."
"Just relax. Stress causes acne."
A burst of laughter forced its way out of my lungs. I pressed my face against Taehyung's, wrapping my arms tightly around his small frame. He pulled away to look at me, eyes gaze soft and friendly. It made me visibly soften, my shoulders relaxing under his touch. I leaned forward, pressing my lips against his, my hands sliding down against the panes of his stomach. Taehyung groaned softly against the kiss, his hands snaking up my back to wrap around my neck. He didn't squeeze, only using his fingers to pull my face closer to his. I felt his lips pull up into a smile, his tongue slipping into my mouth. I met him with mine, savoring the way he tasted.
"I didn't know stray's kissed so well," he smirked.
"I'm not a stray," I grumbled light-heartedly, pushing his bangs out of his eyes. "And I kiss as good as anybody else."
Taehyung snorted. "Should've seen Jungkook the first time we were alone together. I swear he bit the inside of my cheek."
"That doesn't seem physically possible," I chortled, dragging my tongue along the inside of my cheek. "And he seems much better at it now since Jimin calls him 'daddy'."
Taehyung smiled, pressing a line of kisses along the side of my face. His body tilted to the side, throwing us against his bed and wrapping us up in blankets. I popped my head out from under the sheets, shaking out my messy hair. Taehyung laughed cheerfully, pulling me flush against his body. I draped an arm across his shoulder, gently tugging at some wild strands of hair that stuck up awkwardly on his head. Yeontan began yipping playfully, running up and jumping on top of us, eager for some attention. Taehyung pulled his dog under the sheets, the three of us entangled in each other's limbs.
"I guess Yeontan decided to like you again, " Taehyung grinned, looking up at me.
I chuckled, running a hand over Yeontan's head. The Pomeranian reached up to lick my palm, his tongue warm and prickly. "Yeah, I guess so."
"All about trust."
I glanced at Taehyung out of the corner of my eye. He looked peaceful, resting soundly on his side, arm tucked beneath his head. "Yeah," I murmured. "Trust."
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Taehyung had refused to go with Jungkook into their bedroom, the younger's demand for his prize from his hyung lingering in the air. Jungkook stood above me, his hands positioned next to my head on the back of the couch.
"You lost to me," he stated.
"I'm well aware, but I'm not interested in you like that, Kook."
Jungkook rolled his eyes, his hair dangling over his eyes. "What if we make a bet?"
"For what?" I groaned.
"To see which one of us caves for the other. A bet to see if you really do get on your knees for no one."
I huffed, running a hand through my hair. "Fine. I have strong willpower. I'm not gonna cave...to you anyways."
Jungkook pursed his lips, stepping back. I pushed myself up off the couch, standing tall in front of him, hands poised stiffly against my hips. Jungkook chuckled, leaning down so our faces were only inches apart. He grinned at me, his bunny-like teeth flashing in the morning sunlight.
"You're going to cave, whether you like it or not, Yumin."
I shook my head, walking back to my spot on the fold-out couch and lying down against Taehyung's legs. The brunet slid his arm down my side, hooking against my stomach. I glared up at Jungkook, flipping him off with a smirk. "I don't cave, Jeon. I have no reason too."
"This is definitely what roommates do to pass time," Yoongi sighed, pushing himself off the main couch. He stumbled sluggishly into the kitchen, helping Jimin clean and set the table for breakfast.
"Give me another good idea, Yoongi hyung, and I might use it," Jungkook chortled, running a hand through his hair and plopping down beside Taehyung. The older wrapped his arm around Jungkook's shoulder, pulling him close to his side.
"Never thought I'd have so many bitches," he chuckled, ruffling our hair.
I smacked his hand away, sitting up to shake my hair back into place. "I'm not your bitch," I muttered, narrowing my eyes playfully. "I'm the only one here who refuses to refer to anyone as daddy, therefore my bitch card needs to be revoked."
"Angel!" Jimin called. I looked over at him to find his head cocked to the side, eyebrow lifted in disbelief. "Think before you speak."
"I did, oppa. I refuse to call anyone daddy because Yura ruined it."
"So you used to be into it?" Taehyung hummed.
"That's none of your business, Tae."
"I think it is. Remember what I said earlier-"
"What'd you say earlier, Kim?" Yoongi pondered, walking back out into the living room with a plate of food in his hands.
"Nothing," he muttered, glancing at me.
I blew air through my nose, pulling Jungkook and Taehyung to their feet to go get food with me. Jimin waddled past me with a plate for himself balanced atop the palms of his hands, bending over quickly to press a kiss against my forehead. I looked back at him, watching as he settled down on the couch beside Yoongi. I smiled warmly, deciding against saying anything. Jungkook and Taehyung began bickering childishly about which plate had the biggest portion of food; Taehyung saying that since he was Jungkook's hyung, that the plate should go to him out of pure respect. Jungkook shook his head irritably, saying that since he was the youngest, and, according to him, the strongest between them, that he should get more food to help keep him in shape. I rolled my eyes, slipping between the two men to grab the plate for myself. I turned my back to them, leaving them with long faces.
"What the fuck, Yumin!?" Jungkook whined.
"You snoozed, so you lost." I looked over my shoulder. "Guess I win this time, Jungkook."
I felt Jungkook's gaze burn into the back of my head as I made myself comfortable on the couch. Taehyung eventually sat beside me, leaving Jungkook glaring at me angrily. I blew a teasing kiss in his direction, starting to pick at my food. My phone buzzed in my sweatpants' pocket and I groaned, fishing it out and turning it on.
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1 new message from 𝐊𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐮👱🏻♀️
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I thought about ignoring the message; simply shoving my phone back into my pocket and going back to eating. But, my heart hurt at the way I'd left the conversation the other day, and I wanted things to go back to normal without being upset with anyone. I clicked on the message and immediately replied.
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IMESSAGE CHAT
𝐊𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐮👱🏻♀️
KIANA
Yumi?☹️
YUMIN
Ki, I'm srry
YUMIN
I overreacted...
KIANA
no, u didn't
KIANA
I shouldn't have blown
up at u like that
YUMIN
can we just agree to disagree??😅
KIANA
yes plz😅
YUMIN
❤️❤️❤️
KIANA
❤️❤️❤️
YUMIN
thanks for always being
there, eonni
KIANA
no problem
KIANA
ur stuck with me forever
YUMIN
forever?🙄😂
KIANA
forever. 😊
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One of my friends is getting jealous since I'm not using a character that portrays her...might make Kim Freya like her just to make her happy. 😂