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Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴇʟᴠᴇ: ᴀɴɢᴇʀ
Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴇʟᴇᴠᴇɴ
The sun rays managed to seep between your eyelids, making you lift them all the way through. You cluelessly stared at the ceiling fan for a good minute; still trying to figure out where you were.
You managed to get up as a yawn escaped your widened mouth. Your feet touched the floor, but instead of the tile, it was something much softer and warmer. You gasped; thinking of the worst.
You mustered everything in your being to look at the thing you had just stepped onto. Your eyes widened.
“Taehyung?” You muttered to yourself.
The man was dozing off on the floor. He was still clad in his dress pants and button up; softly snoring. You looked down at him in amusement; as if it were the most entertaining sight in the whole world.
You didn’t even notice the instant he opened his eyes; and now he was staring right back at you.
“Good morning.” He groaned out.
Your pupils dilated.
“You’re awake.” You tried to laugh, but it came off as a dry, humourless chuckle; because of all the crying.
“Did you sleep well?” He was beginning to get up now; rubbing his swollen eyes in the process.
You nodded; then realised he wasn’t looking at you.
“I did.”
He spared you a glance.
“That’s good. What do you wanna have... y’know, for breakfast?”
You looked up him already making his way towards the kitchenette.
“You’re cooking?”
He grinned, washing his hands in the sink. In no time, he had made himself familiar with all the shelves, and the ingredients available. He chose to cook scrambled eggs. Meanwhile, you quickly dressed up into something that made you look less like a homeless person.
“It smells good in here.” You said, watching him cook in utter concentration. Your brain couldn’t help but dart towards the last time you both were alone in this very kitchen. A cold shiver ran down your spine.
“Breakfast’s ready!” His cheerful voice pulled you out of your head.
“Help me set up the table.”
You both sat at the small table with a plate of delicious food in between. Your mouth was drooling.
“Mhmm.” You took your first bite of the eggs.
“Good?” He looked at your face expectantly.
You wanted to tease him a bit about it; but a chuckle left your mouth unconsciously.
“Yeah. It tastes great.”
You both just sat there in comfortable silence, devouring taehyung’s food; til he decided to break the ice.
“You..uh.. alright? You know, after...”
He trailed on, leaving the rest of the sentence to your imagination. You stopped eating.
“Yeah. I’m much better now, thanks. I guess I was being stupid.”
He gave you a genuine smile.
“Aneyo. The way you reacted was only natural. Besides, jimin should’ve told you—”
He halted, immediately regretting saying the last part. He bit his tongue hard.
“I’m sorry.”
You shook your head, looking away from his mouth which you realised you had been staring.
“It’s alright. I’ll talk to him about it.”
He nodded.
“Yeah. Just.. just be sure to be as casual as possible. Don’t put him on a tough spot.”
You smiled, loving his concern for his best friend.
“I won’t. After all, that dork is my husband.”
You failed to notice taehyung’s smile falter at your words.
“I’m just glad you’re okay now. I was really concerned.”
He casually placed his hand on your thigh, taking you off guard. You stared at his hand; trying to act as cool about it as you could. Your eyes trailed from his warm hand up to his face.
He was staring back. You gulped.
“I jus—”
You wanted to say something to break the awkward tension, but taehyung pressed his palm into your flesh; making you stop.
His eyes were boring invisible holes into yours. Your heartbeat plummeted as he started moving his hand up and down your thigh. An impulsive whine left your throat.
“Fuck.” He muttered to himself, but you heard him. His eyes were swimming in a pool of emotions; but the most prominent one, you figured, was anger. It was strong, like a magnet; pulling you towards him.
The next thing you know, his lips brushed against yours. You jolted at the contact; all kinds of shivers tingling across your hot body. His other hand gripped your nape firmly; keeping you in place as he gently devoured your lips.
He sucked on your upper lip, then shifted to the bottom; leaving you in a trance. It was as if your senses had betrayed you in that very moment. You had absolutely no control over yourself as you let him insert his tongue deep into your mouth.
He licked around desperately, groaning at your taste. You didn’t kiss him back; heck you didn’t even move an inch; statued in place.
An unconscious moan left your throat when his pink flesh came in contact with yours.
“Ah.. you taste so good.” He murmured in that deep voice of his, diving right back into the kiss. Your eyes shut closed this time, as you felt his long tongue do its wonders.
Your loud hot breaths collided with each other. He arched his neck now; kissing you slowly but more deeply.
The faint creaking of the main door remained unnoticed as you both continued making out in the living room.
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