The Kiss

b.katsuki + doctor!wife saves his life

☆— fem reader, ANGST, fluff, swearing, descriptions of blood and medical procedures.

☆— a/n; i wrote this a while ago, and i apologize beforehand for any mistakes. i'm not a doctor.🙃

☆—context; reader and bakugou have an arranged marriage. reader is quirkless, but her parents aren't. a business made by his parents and hers made them end up married. bakugou and reader have hated each other since they met; however, lately they had improved their relationship a lot by this moment.

☆—context2; let's pretend for the sake of this fic that morphine and nitroglycerin don't work well together, and it's deadly when combined. you'll understand why in a bit. *wink wink*

"Miss Y/L/N, you are needed in the ER urgently. Please, direct yourself here. I repeat, Miss Y/L/N…"

You looked up from the wound you were checking on one of your patients in the ICU to the speakers of the hospital. The voice even sounded urgent, which was kind of unsettling and strange; however your movements didn't hurry. You realized the severity of the call when one of your colleagues entered the room and urged you to hurry and go while she would take your place in caring for the patient you were currently with.

And it felt like a bucket of cold water when you saw Uraraka standing at the door of that room, looking all beaten and tears streaming down her face.

Oh, no.

The only reason she would be here looking like that was because of a fight that ended badly with some villain, like any other hero would likely be there, at the hospital for. However, the fact that she was there, looking for you specifically…

It only meant one thing.

Bakugou.

The next thing you knew is that you're running. The voice of your boss in the very back of your mind nagging at you, "do not run in the hospital!"; but you couldn't care less. Especially not now. You could also hear Uraraka running behind you too with some difficulty; and you felt a bit bad about that. She was also hurt and you should have attended to her wounds, yet he was the only thing you had a mind to care for at the moment.

When you entered the ER, it was chaos. Pro heroes, injured all around the place; even Izuku was sitting on a gurney, a nurse stitching a new open wound in his right arm, face bloody and bruised, dirt all over him. Kaminari was laying on the one next to him, also bruised and passed out.

As your eyes traveled throughout the whole place, you realized every Pro Hero you knew was there, everyone who had belonged to Class A especially. But you couldn't find Bakugou.

All the air in the room felt scarce when you saw Kirishima move around and discuss something with a doctor in one of the private rooms.

Oh, fucking no…

Everything seemed to move in slow motion as you directed yourself there, the beatings of your heart deafening you almost completely, your attention solely in that room where you knew for sure Bakugou was in.

When Kirishima saw you entering the room, he immediately stood close to you, his face also bruised and bloody and dirty, eyes full of tears that fell through his cheeks. He grabbed you by your shoulders and begged you to do something. But your eyes didn't leave the man, your man, laying there, unconscious, blood that slided from his head towards his face; one of his eyes was bloody and swollen and his left shoulder was dislocated. You could hear the bone going back to its place when another specialist put it back.

But your attention was on the monitor, where it showed his vitals getting lower and lower. Another doctor was doing CPR on him, which meant his heart was giving up.

"Y/N, please…"

Kiri's voice sounded very far away, when you could still feel him right in front of you, his hands starting to shake your whole body.

"Please, Y/N, do something!"

The movement of a doctor that suddenly held a syringe close to Bakugou and Kirishima's yell brought you back to your senses.

"DO NOT FUCKING MOVE!" You exclaimed, realizing what all of that scenario was about.

They were about to put Bakugou in a medical coma; and Kirishima and you knew what that meant. Morphine. They were about to inject morphine on a body that mostly had nitroglycerin inside. They were about to kill Pro Hero Dynamight, a.k.a. Bakugou Katsuki, a.k.a. your husband.

Kirishima sighed deeply, relief kicking inside his body as he cried, while everyone froze looking at you surprised. You immediately moved next to Bakugou as you checked on his vitals, your doctor skills possessing your body as you tended to him fast and meticulously and scolded at the same time at the other doctors for not realizing sooner their mistake that almost took your husband's life.

"But, if we can't put morphine on him, how do we take care of him?" You want to swear from there to hell at that doctor. He was obviously new, but he was asking what probably everyone was wondering. And you couldn't blame him for that.

Your mind started to run at two hundred miles per hour, trying, begging for it to find a solution.

Nothing.

"Y/N…" Kirishima called, still crying.

Nothing.

Your eyes filled with tears, so you closed them.

"Y/N," he called you again.

Nothing.

The air that went inside your lungs started to burn, and the exhale hurt your chest heavily.

"Y/N!"

"Shut up!" You yelled back.

All the blood in your body rushed to your chest and head, a pounding pain annoying your process of thinking. You hated-...

You opened your eyes suddenly. 

The blood.

"Blood," you whispered. "He needs a blood transfusion, NOW!"

"Y/N, we don't have his blood type available…"

"What?!" It's both yours and Kirishima's yell, at the same time.

"Fuck," you finally cursed.

And then it enlightened you.

"Connect me," you said as you moved, putting tubes and cables around you and Katsuki. Another doctor asked what you are talking about, "I have the same blood type. Connect me to him, that way his blood renews constantly as you heal him. It will help him stay."

Your relationship with Bakugou was complicated; hell, complicated didn't even hold the entirety of what it was. Having had an arranged marriage, hating each other's guts since the very first day you met, really didn't help you two get along well.

But he kept his promise to protect you, to provide for you. To be there for you, always.

Every day, he woke up first and always left you breakfast ready for when you finally got up, sometimes lunch too; he would always send a text message during the day reminding you to eat, to take a break here and there–in his own way, of course, full of swears and contemptuously.

You never backed away though, you always answered something annoying back that surely started another fight, another discussion between you too.

However, it didn't matter the fight, or what was said in that fight, Bakugou would always stay.

He would always lay in bed next to you at night; if the fight heated up too much, he would go on a run to cool himself down, but he would always come back home.

He would always stay next to you.

Kirishima was asked to leave the room as everyone started moving around you and his best friend, he saw as a cable connected directly your blood with his. He didn't really know what that meant, but he knew something. No matter how much you two fought, or how different you two were…

You loved him.

And he knew Katsuki loved you.

Even when none of you had admitted it yet.

But everything was confirmed to him when he heard you whisper at Bakugou, "Stay, please stay."

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Bakugou Katsuki felt as if a brick wall fell onto him. And that was a new experience. He had been thrown at walls and through walls, but never one fell over him.

And it fucking sucked.

The white hospital lights hurt his eyes when he tried to open them, and there came all the other feelings. His left shoulder burned and felt tight–it didn't take him much to understand that it probably had been dislocated and the tightness probably came from bands that held it so any kind of movement wouldn't interrupt the process of healing. His legs felt like gum, like even if he tried to move them, the heaviness wouldn't allow it; but they were there, he could feel them, so that was good. His chest though…

It felt so heavy, probably if he paid enough attention he would be able to see the beatings of his heart through the scarred skin. He wanted to grunt annoyed at everything.

He then realized that among all the cables and tubes that were connected to him, there was one that made him feel a bit tingly, because he could feel whatever was that they were injecting him.

He fought against his eyelids until he could open them, and he wasn't expecting what his eyes found–well, one of them, because the other one was so swollen he could barely open it.

You were resting on a big reclining chair next to his bed with a hospital duvet over your body as you slept, a frown in your eyebrows showing how stressed you actually were. He had seen that frown before, sometimes at night when you went to sleep, when you both were laying on your sides but in front of each other, in the bed you shared. He would never fucking admit it out loud, but he sometimes would massage lightly in between your eyebrows until the muscles finally relaxed while you slept. Your face was laying uncomfortably to a side that made Bakugou think that position would probably make your neck hurt once you woke up.

And then he saw it.

The duvet was covering all your body, in exception to one arm that was over it, showing a small tube that clearly connected your blood with his. That's where the tingly came from.

Oh, fuck.

"Oh, you're awake, man," Kirishima's voice distracted him for a moment. He turned his head towards his best friend, who looked as shitty as himself.

Kirishima smiled at him, a whole bunch of emotion written all over his face.

"Fuck," was Bakugou's first word, with a raspy voice that didn't sound like his own, "Was it that bad?"

"You almost died," his best friend's voice cracked a bit, trying to hold back his emotion. "If it hadn't been for Y/N's quick thinking, you would have died. Doctors were about to put morphine on you…"

"Shit," Bakugou let his head fall back, realizing how badly everything could have gone.

"You had internal bleeding, a lung filled with liquid, and several broken bones, you were even bleeding from your head," Kirishima started as Bakugou kept swearing out loud, "When they said they needed to put morphine, I tried to warn them, but they kept dismissing me. Damn, I'm no doctor, but I know stuff!" The red head protested, which made Bakugou smile a bit. "I tried to gain some time as Uraraka ran for Y/N. When she came, obviously they did pay attention to her. She's… really good at this."

They both looked at you as you slept. Your eyebrows were still frowning, but Bakugou could listen to your deep breathing even in that distance. That eased him a bit.

Then his eyes went to the tube again and the anger started to fill his body.

"Why is she connected to me?" He asked, trying to make his raspy voice sound firm.

Kirishima sighed. "There was no other way. They needed to operate, and they didn't have your blood type available at the moment," Bakugou scoffed, hating everything and all you had to do for him. Kirishima laid closer to his face, ready to scold him for his stubbornness, "Your heart was slowing down, you fucking idiot."

That did surprise Bakugou; Kirishima never cursed at anyone. And when the blond found his friend's eyes, they were filled with tears.

"I-I'm fine…" Bakugou reassured him, clearly not knowing what else to do or say at his best friend's deep emotion.

Fuck, he had nearly fucking died.

"Yeah, and that's thanks to her," Kirishima pointed at you, "So be nice," he warned before backing away and taking a deep breath.

Bakugou looked back at you. This couldn't be real. You had to know, right?

"Does she know?"

"Know what?" Kirishima asked as he stretched his big and long arms over his head.

Bakugou looked back at him, "What this fucking means, Eijirou."

Kirishima frowned, now a bit worried, "I don't know, she didn't mention anything. Is it something bad?"

The blond closed his eyes, his right hand closing in a fist, jaw tight. When he was about to answer, a sweet and delicate voice coming out of a sleep state made him open his eyes and look directly in your direction.

"It simply means we are sharing blood," you said, stirring a bit in your chair, opening your eyes and finding deep red ones almost killing you with their gaze.

"Simply?" Bakugou mocked, shaking his head.

"That's what you said," Kiri looked suspicious at you, arms crossing over his chest.

"And I'm not lying or doing anything illegal," you defended yourself as two Pro Heroes looked at you with their Pro Hero scolding eyes.

"We know, but you're hiding information, I can see it clearly now," Kirishima protested, his voice still as gentle as always.

Your fingers started fidgeting with each other,  obviously nervous. For some reason, Kiri's gentle tone was more effective than Bakugou's murdering glare.

Your husband suddenly realized something and snorted, "You didn't tell anyone?"

"There's nothing to tell."

"Yes, there fucking is!"

"No, there isn't!"

"Y/N! For fucks sake-..."

"Shut up, Bakugou!"

"I won't fucking shut up! You are telling them now-..."

"There's nothing to tell, Katsuki!"

"OKAY, ENOUGH!" Eijirou's scream startled both of you. "You both clear this up and tell me right now what you are talking about."

"Eijirou, we are sharing blood!" Bakugou looked like he was about to tear the hair out of his head.

The red head looked at his friends for a moment, back and forth, trying to connect what that meant. And then it clicked.

You two were sharing blood. You were receiving Bakugou's blood as much as he was receiving yours. Which meant…

Your body was currently receiving high doses of pure nitroglycerin through the blood.

"Oh, shit, Y/N!" Kirishima was instantly by your side, "You have to take that off, now!"

"No!" You said pushing him away as he tried to move the tube.

"Fucking yes, you are!" Bakugou protested, trying to sit a bit straighter.

"No, don't move, Bakugou! And stop touching me, Eijirou!" Everyone stopped when you stood up and they looked at your small but firm form standing with authority, "I have been doing this for the past three days you were unconscious, and I'll do it until the doctor says it is enough." You said, tone firm and final as you looked at Bakugou.

"Y/N, you don't fucking have a Quirk," he spat, yet you could see a tiny bit of light in his eyes that begged you to stop doing it.

"And I don't fucking need one to know when enough is enough."

"That's why you have been taking breaks," Kirishima suddenly realized.

"Yes," you admitted, eyes still locked in a fight with Bakugou's. "I take breaks of thirty minutes in between two and three hours," your tone, Kirishima could only describe it as trying to reassure Bakugou that you were fine. But his friend was stubborn.

"It's not enough, and you fucking know it, Y/N!" He protested again.

"I can do this, I'm not weak, Katsuki!"

Kirishima took several steps back as he saw his friend's eye twitch when you called him by his name. It was a clear intimate discussion between a husband and a wife now. He really tried to avoid smiling, but he couldn't, so he simply left the room, leaving this complicated couple to resolve this on their own.

"You. Do. Not. Have. A. Quirk." He repeated, his hand grabbing your wrist, gently, despite the heated discussion you were having.

"And I don't need one for this!" If he was stubborn, you doubled it.

"Y/N! You are not feeling it now, but you will later! And I can't-..."

"You can't what, Bakugou?!"

"LOOK AT ME! I can barely move, and I won't be able to take care of you when the nitroglycerin kicks in!"

"I don't need you to take care of me! I am taking care of you! Besides, a bit of vomiting didn't kill anyone…"

"FUCK, Y/N! You know shit! You don't know how badly this fucking Quirk hurt when I was a kid!" He admitted in a yell, his only eye open now clearly begging you, as the thumb of the hand that was holding your wrist caressed the back of your hand. He always did that, even though his voice and words were rough, his touch was always gentle, careful.

"Katsuki," your hand went to his cheek, holding it with all the gentleness you had. He couldn't avoid the sigh, the relief he felt when your touch finally made any contact with him. He didn't know how desperate he actually was for you to touch him. You saw it, as clear as day, how scared he actually was, so you gently laid your forehead against his without putting any kind of pressure, "I can do this. Please, please, let me help you…" Your throat suddenly felt tight as your eyes filled with tears, "You almost died…"

Your whisper made his insides curl, as his gaze went down to your connected arms, which was the same he was holding your wrist.

You could feel the hold he had on your wrist tighten a little bit by your words, and you sniffed, trying to hold back your emotions.

And that simple action crumbled evey wall Katsuki could have put in between you two.

He was taking deep intakes of breath, your breath that was so close to his face and it felt like it was already healing him.

"You'll take breaks each hour."

"No, that's barely enough time to help it travel your whole body, and you know it."

Bakugou huffed, "Fine, two hours."

You pulled away and rolled your eyes, a traitorous tear rolling down on your cheek, "That's what I've been doing."

"Fucking brat…" He muttered, trying to hide a smirk, and you smiled in satisfaction.

"A simple thank you would be enough," you winked at him, which made him roll his eye.

You saw the little flutter of the other eye that was barely open at its movement, so you immediately went doctor mode and prepared everything to clean his eye, again.

Bakugou simply looked at you and let you work. And as he watched you, he couldn't avoid thinking how good all of you felt close to him, how stupid he was for all this time had you at arms length just because he thought you weren't strong enough, when in reality he was afraid of you getting involved in his world. For having treated you all this time like feather easy to break, when here you were, being the strongest person in the room while taking care of him and his wounds and also sharing blood with him to keep him alive like it was nothing.

He had underestimated you, and now he felt like a jerk.

A jerk that was completely in love with you.

"Thank you," he whispered back.

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i’m your jerk

characters/pairings: Jungkook x OC!Rina (ft. the whole crew and Rina’s classmate)

genre: family and fluff

request: [@kookietsukkie​] rina’s graduation celebration!! idk man i just really need to see another emotional jungkook moment 🥲

[anon] a jealous JK please hehehehehhehehebbeheheheh

a/n: okay, i haven’t graduated college yet so i don’t know how this works LOL. assuming it’s like high school, you don’t get your diploma when you walk the stage (well at least from where i’m from), but let’s just pretend you do! okay? okay. also bestie, i’m sorry this wasn’t too emotional. i got caught up on making JK jealous o_o

also pt.2 i didn’t realize until after i finished this that the request was graduation CELEBRATION. i got too excited, so i hope this is okay😭

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Graduation day. The whole crew was here. 

After all the hard work, the things they’ve been through, and a lovely wedding, Rina’s finally graduating with a bachelor’s in business! 

Jungkook was especially proud of his wife.

He can say that now that they got married a few months ago. Jungkook couldn’t believe that she was graduating already. It felt like yesterday when Rina just got back to school. 

But we all know how that went, and they rather not think about how that played out.  

Any who, Jungkook was so so proud. He couldn’t stop telling everyone how hard she worked for this.  

“You know Rina juggled working at the bakery, taking care of me and Sian, planning the wedding, getting married, and everything in between while she studied??” Jungkook says, snapping pictures of his wife from where they sat. 

“She would study during breaks,” Sohyun pouts. “I’m so proud of her.”

“When Auntie Rin goes up, can we clap for her?” Soojin asks, watching everyone clap for their family members and friends. 

“Of course, you all have to yell as LOUD as you can when they call Auntie Rin’s name. Okay?” Jungkook tells them, before hiding back behind the camera to take more pictures. “We have to be louder than everyone else here.”

Rina was finally standing up, getting ready to be called up to the stage.

“Hwang Rina,” they call. Rina walks across the stage and the crowd goes feral. By crowd, I mean the group. 

“GO MOMMY!” Sian yells.

“THAT’S OUR AUNTIE RIN!!” The rest of the kids yell, whooing and clapping.

“THAT’S OUR GIRL!” Yuna yells.

“RINA RINA RINA,” the boys chant. Rina glances at the group, scrunching her nose at them as they were making her face turn a light shade of red.

“THAT’S MY WIFE WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Safe to say no one beat their yelling. 

And no one beat Hoseok and Sarang’s baby boy’s crying. 

You’d think Somang would be used to loudness considering Hoseok’s his dad. 

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darling (drabble) || cursed || kth

:: or, alternatively — “go to sleep, darling.” ::

☽ pairing: taehyung x reader

☽ genre: fluff, established relationship, very mild mentions of smut, past lives (there’s a flashback to their lives in the victorian era)

☽ word count: 1.2k

☽ a/n: hello!! i couldn’t decide if i wanted to do a modern drabble for y/n and tae or another look at their past lives in the victorian era so i kinda decided to do both!! hope you guys enjoy it!! x

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“So if none of what’s happening in this program is real, and it is all staged, then why do they call it a ‘reality show’?” Taehyung cutely scrunched up his nose at the television screen, an episode of Keeping Up With The Kardashians playing in the background as you both laid in your bed.

“Because it follows their real lives… more or less.” You chuckled at the adorably confused expression on his face. He sat at the top of your bed, leaning back against the headboard with his legs stretched out in front of him, while you hung closer to the foot, your knees pulled up to your chest and arms wrapped around your legs.

“But what are these people famous for?” He asked the quintessential Kardashian question, and you let out a deep sigh, shaking your head.

“You’re not going to understand it.” You softly snorted, picking up the remote to change the channel to something easier for Taehyung and his old soul to follow. “Let’s just watch Friends.”

You put on a random episode of the well-known sitcom, stifling a yawn, and resting your head drowsily atop your knees. It was getting kind of late, and after the near-fiasco that introducing your two groups of friends had been today, you were in desperate need of a good night’s rest.

“Are you tired?” Taehyung asked you, noting your slumped-over state. You limply nodded your head in response, watching lazily as he shuffled in his spot on the bed, making room for you to lay beside him amongst the pillows. “Come lie down. You should get some sleep.”

You stared over your shoulder at him for a long moment; he looked undeniably good right now, even in just a shirt and pajama shorts, and you couldn’t help but feel your stomach flutter a bit at the prospect of getting closer to him. You’d invited him in here to cuddle with you, but you hadn’t quite worked up the nerve to do it yet.

Swallowing your nerves, you offered him a small smile and a gentle nod in response, crawling up towards him from your place at the end of the bed. When you reached him, he easily pushed the blankets aside to let you in and helped you get yourself settled underneath them before he finally laid down to join you. Sprawling out on his back beside you, he casually spread his arm behind the pillow where your head rested, and the small gesture had your pulse quickening.

He was close enough now that you could smell his sweet, comforting scent, and though he had left a respectful distance between you two, you found yourself unable to settle down. You kept wiggling around, unable to find a comfortable position, and noticing the way you just couldn’t seem to stop fidgeting, it was Taehyung who made the first move; he inched closer until the warm skin of his arm brushed yours, reaching out to gently lift your head and place it to rest upon his chest, making your cheeks flush.

“This used to help you fall asleep… back then,” he quietly murmured, holding you against him. “You liked to listen to the sound of my heart.”

You pondered his words, deciding to give it a shot, and you let your eyes fall shut, trying to focus only on the sound of Taehyung’s steadily pounding heart. The pace of it was consistent and calming, the thumping rhythm filling your ears and reminding you that he was right here, and that he wasn’t going anywhere—it made you feel safe—and when you opened your eyes again, there was a subtle smile upon your lips.

“Thank you,” you whispered to him, sweetly nuzzling your head closer into his warm chest.

“Go to sleep, Darling,” he absentmindedly told you, his eyes trained on the tv. He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead as if he had done so a million times before, and the soft action instantly triggered a memory within you, playing over in your mind like a movie scene.

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“Go to sleep, Darling,” Taehyung affectionately chastised you from the other side of the bed, letting out an amused chortle at your antics.

“How am I meant to fall asleep? We’re married now, Taehyung! Isn’t it entirely exciting?” You gawked at him with wonder in your eyes, still high from your wedding festivities that day.

“Entirely,” he agreed with an easy smile, “but how can you not be tired out from all of that excitement, Darling? Not to mention after our… post-wedding activities.” There was a cheeky smirk upon his lips when he spoke of what had transpired between the two of you just before this conversation, and you averted your eyes in shyness as you realized he was still shirtless.

“Well, I didn’t exactly mind those.” Your cheeks flooded with heat at the mere mention of your passion. The two of you had scarcely made it through your nuptials before you and your new husband were ripping one another’s clothes off all the way to the bed. “Let’s do it again,” You suddenly suggested as an attempt to distract him, slyly trying to wriggle your way on top of him, but he easily caught you by the shoulders, settling you back down against the mattress.

“Go to sleep, Darling,” he repeated more firmly this time, gently tucking you under the covers.

“But I can’t.” You frowned up at him. “What if I wake up and this was all a dream?” There was an anxious sadness behind your small voice.

“Come here.” He sighed, holding his arms open as if waiting for you to crawl into them, which you eagerly did. He placed your head against his bare chest, holding you close so that you could hear the hum of his pulse. “Do you hear that?” he asked you. “It’s the sound of my heart… As long as it is beating, I shall never leave your side.” He vowed. His sweet promise made you feel warm inside—loved—and you knew you loved him just as much.

“Never?” you repeated back to him, gazing up at him with wide eyes that held only trust.

“Never.” He confidently confirmed. “So go to sleep and rest well, my love.” He brought his warm lips to the skin of your forehead, leaving a loving kiss there, and you sighed in content.

“All right,” you coalesced to his wishes at last, snuggling more tightly against into his body, and listening close to the soothing sound of his heartbeat until you finally drifted off to sleep.

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“Y/N?” The sound of Taehyung’s deep voice summoned you back to the present, noticing the vacant expression that had settled across your face. You blinked a few times, reorienting yourself in the moment, and looked up at him.

“Did you just call me Darling?” you immediately questioned, quirking an intrigued brow his way.

“Oh… I guess I did.” He seemed a bit flustered; he clearly hadn’t meant to call you so fondly like that, but to be honest, you hadn’t really minded it. “Force of habit, I suppose,” he said, studying you with a bittersweet smile on his lips. “What is it?” he asked you when he realized you were still staring at him with a curious expression.

“Nothing.” You shook your head to yourself with a secret smile, deciding to keep what you saw to yourself. “I’m glad you’re here,” you told him, reaching up to shyly wrap your arms around his broad torso while your chin rested on his chest.

“Oh,” he replied with a proud grin you couldn’t see. “Then I’ll stay right here,” he promised you, reaching his arms behind your back to squeeze you tightly. His hand stroked through your hair, a strangely familiar gesture that filled you with a sense of ease. “Goodnight, Y/N,” he whispered, his warm lips ghosting over the shell of your ear.

“Goodnight, Taehyung,” you whispered back, closing your eyes, and letting the thrum of his steady heartbeat lull you to sleep once again.

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Rainy days with Taehyung ☔♥