[BTS ONE SHOTS]

Valentines [Kim Taehyung]

Your mom spoke of the bad boy with ripped jeans and scuffled hair. She spoke about how they'd break your heart and leave you broken. She spoke of them badly, as she experienced it herself.

And no matter how hard you tried, you managed to escape them all, except one. This bad boy had a box smile and starry eyes. His expressions were more lively and colorful. But he was a bad boy, and your mom didn't like bad boys.

The doorbell rings, it wakes you up. I rub your eyes and turn on your phone to see that it's already 12 in the afternoon. You walk downstairs without washing your face to find a note on the kitchen table from your parents.

Be good. We'll be gone for a while.

The doorbell goes off again and it startles you. You walk up to the front door and open it up a crack.

On the other side stood your bad boy. Ripped jeans, scuffled hair, piercings, the whole package. You open the door completely to get a better look at him.

His box smile shines brightly when he catches the sight of you.

You open the screen door for him and asks what he's doing at your house.

Instead of a reply, he walks in your house and pulls you into his arms. He hugs you tight, and you hug him back.

"I've missed you," he whispered out.

You grin widely into his chest at his words.

But you ask him again what he's doing here. He shrugs and takes a seat on your couch.

You narrow your eyes at him in confusion, but let it slip. Then you remember how much of a mess you must've looked like and quickly ran upstairs to clean yourself up.

It took 10 minutes, maybe more, but he didn't mind. In his opinion, you were pretty no matter what you looked like.

You sit down on the couch next to him.

"Wanna watch a movie?" He asks.

You nod your head. It felt nice to hang out with him like this. There were no parents to get in your way. It was like your own little paradise.

You lost track of time after two movies, you also lost the ability to keep your eyes open. And they eventually closed.

Your mom was screaming the next time they opened. And he wasn't anywhere to be found. 

She screamed at you about having him in the house. She screamed at you for sleeping next to him, what if he did something to you. She screamed at you for disobeying her rule about bad boys.

But you screamed back. You screamed at the fact that he was different. You screamed about how he was the only one that made you happy. You screamed at the fact that you love him.

Then you ran to your room.

Your mom tried reasoning with you, but you shut her down and locked her out. You sat on your bed with knees drawn up to your chest and tears down your face. Your phone buzzing next to you made all of that stop.

"Open your door <3"

The time was 12:45 am.

You walk downstairs.

Open the front door.

Your bad boy was there with a big fluffy stuffed dog in his arms.

You grabbed onto and held onto him.

"Happy Valentine's."

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Nothing's been proofread, sorry for the mistakes.