Falling In Love With Kim Taehyung

Oh No, He Knows, Doesn't He?

It’s been two weeks since the hoodie thing happened and of Yoongi has noticed what is going on, he hasn’t said a word.

You and Taehyung continue to sneak around when you can. In the car after he picks you up at work sometimes, in your bedroom when Yoongi leaves for work, even his room when his roommates aren’t around.

Your job so far has been going better than even you expected. Jackson showed you around and also introduced you to their regular clients and the other workers, all of whom are just as cool as your brother’s friends.
To be honest, you fit in really well with Jackson and his close knit friends, almost like you were meant to be here. It offers a nice stability to your life of your own making that you didn’t have anywhere else.

One thing about being comfortable, is if you get too comfortable, things turn to shit.
It all starts the night Tae comes in for you to tattoo him, his first tattoo he said. He had been going back and forth for awhile but decided he really wanted a pretty purple butterfly on his stomach.

“I want it to look like it’s kissing my belly button.” He giggled as he said it in the cutesy way possible. God you want to kiss him right about know.

“I have free time before my next appointment. I think I can figure something out.” You smile, leading him to your tiny studio where he looks around at the drawings you randomly have done all over the walls.

Maybe having your very new boyfriend at your place of work to begin with wasn’t the smartest idea, but man was it fun.

While drawing out his descriptions of the butterfly, Tae drapes himself across your back to kiss at your neck.

When stenciling on the design, his fingers trail across your forearm, making goosebumps to spread on your skin.

Halfway through the outline, he starts to fidget and pout at you through the pain.

When you finally get the last bits of it finished and are cleaning up the ink before covering it up, he makes grabby hands at you until you are close enough to grab.

He sits up on the table and pulls you to him, pressing his lips to yours before you can even squeak in surprise. You have to admit, his hands on the small of your back to pull you to him is rather hot.

“Babe, I’m at work.” You say between kisses, unable to stop the smile spreading. “my next client will be here soon.”

“I don’t care.” He murmurs against your lips before diving in once more. This time you don’t stop him, you tilt your head down until your hair makes a mock halo around the two of you while you slowly explore each other’s mouths.

You get so carried away with how his lips feel against yours, you don’t react quick enough when there’s a quick knock on the door before it swings open.

“Whoa!” You hear Jackson say followed by a familiar gasp.

You yank away from Tae as fast as your legs allow you but it’s far too late. Jackson is standing in front, with your next appointment behind him.

“No boyfriends during work hours, y/n.” Jackson teases you, poking your sides playfully before he leaves. Tae clears his throat and follows Jackson outside to pay while you bow to your client, apologizing profusely.

The two of you should really start being more careful.

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Being careful lasted maybe a week, if that.

It probably helped that you were now working and Tae has a deadline coming up for his art showcase, but when Tae convinced you to come over to “help his block”, you should have guessed what he wanted.