CONFUSED || Taehyung Fan Fiction ||

14 || sᴇx, sᴇx, ᴍᴏʀᴇ sᴇx ᴏʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴ ᴘᴛ.¹ ||

See, Y/n doesn't really know where her life's headed to right now. It's as if everything had been mixed and grinded inside a blender as many times as possible that all is left is fine powder. And with everything crushed into microscopic bits, there's no doubt that it'd be difficult to try and put them back together.

Maybe she's just exaggerating her life problems. Maybe she's just overthinking Maybe it's just her.

That's why she's here right now, at Anya's house. A singular stick of lit cigarette being passed between the two of them. One puff after the other.

Smoking was one of the vices that Y/n tries to avoid, but when worst comes to worst that even sex can't solve, the lingering taste of cancerous smoke filling her throat down to her lungs does help her relax a bit, enabling her thoughts to rewire their connections once again and think properly.

"So, can you actually start talking now?" Anya said underneath Y/n as the smoke dispersed into the air, filling the living room with the scent of it. They just had sex. No surprise. This time, without Haera because, obviously, she's been loyal with her boyfriend. Though Y/n wished she were here, not to complete their usual threesome, of course, but to gain extra advice from her as well besides Anya.

The both of them were still naked with a blanket barely covering their bodies, lying down on the couch where a dildo with a suction cup that's standing upright on the floor, directly in the line of vision of Y/n. Staring at it unconsciously as she took another huff from the nearly finished cigarette. "Yeah, might as well talk it out." She grumbled, pressing down the leftover stick on an ashtray right next to the both of them. "No matter what I do to distract myself, that distraction just becomes part of my growing problem."

Climbing off Anya, Y/n started gathering their scattered clothes and piled them on top of the couch. "Hey can I stay here? And borrow some of your clothes." She was standing there stark naked as she scratched her head in irritation at the situation. Anya just laughed through her nose and nodded her head, following Y/n to wash upstairs.

"Let's talk later, once we're both clean." Anya said, throwing a towel to Y/n.

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Five minutes have past of silence as they both sat next to each other on the edge of the bed. Y/n twiddling with her thumbs, staring into outer space, didn't know how to start all of this, how to condense this not so good of a package of information and rant it all to one of her best friends.

"I fucked Namjoon, Yoongi and Hoseok!" She blurted those words with such speed that Anya wouldn't have caught it if she wasn't paying her full attention to the now horrified girl. Horrified at her own words.

It took a good few seconds before Anya's eyes became as wide as the pacific ocean with her nose flaring at the information she had just received. "I'm sorry what? Say that again?!"

"Oh god. It sounds even more terrible now that I've said it out loud." Y/n threw herself onto the bed and screamed, groaned and whined. Her loud voice muffled by the sheets.

"Wait, so you fucked all of them all at once?!"

"God, I wish."

"Y/n!"

"Okay! Okay. No of course not but it was more like, one person after the other..."

"On the same day?!"

"God no!"

"Then what, how, when where, why?! Y/n, I need answers!"

Y/n sighed and sat back up but was now sulking with her palms covering the entirety of her face, obviously embarrassed. "It all started after the dinner my family and I had at Jimin's"