Bottom Taehyung Oneshots

Taejin

A.N I will be adding my own stuff to this plot. This is not a direct copy of the novel. I won't be copying word-for-word either, that's plagiarism. I will include the most iconic lines word-for-word, since I've given credit for the novel below. I also am using a translator for the Italian. Credit to Pabago! :D Sorry I'm 100% Italian but do not know lots of Italian...shame on me. I will start learning soon, promise!

WARNING: explicit content! Read at your own advisory! This oneshot is dirty as fuck.

Call Me By Your Name
By André Aciman
Directed by Luca Guadagnino
***SOME LINES ARE NOT MY OWN CREATION***

A Taejin spin-off

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Taehyung's eyes fluttered open at the sound of a car door slamming and soft chatter coming from his open window. Taehyung sat up instantly, throwing his legs over the side of his bed and hopping off of it eagerly. Hurrying towards the window with immense curiosity, Taehyung peered out the window to see his father's new intern.

"Ah, Seokjin! Ciao, ciao! Vieni qui, come here." Taehyung's father said cheerfully, a bright smile plastered on his face as he took the suitcases from Seokjin's hands.

Seokjin was the new intern for Taehyung's father, who was an archeology professor. Taehyung had lived in Italy his whole life, but every summer they drove up to their villa in Lombardo, Italy, and every summer, someone new would come to stay with them. Taehyung wasn't always a huge fan of their guests, typically he spent the summers in his room, down at the beach with friends he hardly cared for, or playing tennis. But when Taehyung had spotted Seokjin on the list of possible interns, Taehyung had convinced his father to pick him.

Perhaps Taehyung had ulterior motives.

Taehyung was 17 years old, approaching his senior year of high school. He hadn't even given college a thought yet, despite his parents bothering him constantly about doing research on it. Taehyung just didn't feel like it. Often those days, Taehyung would turn down friend invitations so he could read or transcribe music, and it frustrated his parents and household staff.

"Mielitolato, you're ruining your social life!" Mafalda, the family's cook and housekeeper, would say. But
Taehyung didn't care at all of what they thought of him or the life that he lived.

"Taehyung cara, come down here!" Taehyung's mother called, and Taehyung sighed. He walked over to his bed and took the last of his things before cutting through the shared bathroom to drop them off into the guest bedroom next door. Taehyung wasn't sure as to why he always needed to rent his room out to their guests when there was a perfectly functional room next door. Taehyung dropped the pile of things onto the floor, figuring that he'll deal with it later.

"Vai veloce! Hurry up!" His mother called to him from the bottom of the staircase.

"Andiamo ora, I'm coming!" Taehyung called back loudly to his impatient mother. He quickly slipped a t-shirt on over his head and ran a hand through his hair before hurrying down the staircase.

"Darling, come, he's in your father's study." His mother said, ushering Taehyung towards the study. Taehyung took a deep breath before following his mother through the open door. As soon as Taehyung's eyes landed on Seokjin, he felt weak in the knees.

Seokjin was tall and broad, with hard muscles and sun-kissed skin. He had hazel eyes and his hair was a honey-golden brown color that looked soft to the touch. His skin was smooth and flawless and his smile was absolutely dazzling, showing off two rows of pearly-white teeth. He was currently wearing shorts and a polo shirt, luggage in his hands and surrounding him. At the sight of the younger, Seokjin immediately stepped over the luggage to walk over to Taehyung and extend a hand.