Imposterism | KTH

Better

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1 and ⁹ ⁄ ₁ ₀ days till the premiere

"Taehyung," I began in a shaky voice. His head was still buried in my neck, his breath falling on my skin unevenly. The flutters of his touch travelling straight to my core.

"Tae," I call his name again.

"Yoona," He finally looked into my eyes again and god damn his beautiful eyes. All these feelings that came pouring out of me, watching the sincerity, the vulnerability, the hint of sadness in his them.

"I like you too." The words couldn't be stopped, not when he was making my willpower dangle for its life while hovering over me. It wasn't just his body, it was his presence, the effect Kim Taehyung has on me makes me forget all logic, makes me forget all the bad decisions, the kind of person I was. He makes me believe in a fresh start. He makes me believe in myself.

I'm afraid of what would happen if he takes all of that feelings with him if I reject him. So am I being selfish again? Am I lying? But why is my heart pounding so hard?

"You do?" He blinked in surprise as if he expected to get hurt, as if I didn't feel the same way. And even if I say I don't right now, my body has already betrayed me. It's craving for him.

So I simply nodded.

A boxy grin broke on his face, lighting up the entire room if that was even possible.

"God, that's-" and his lips found mine again, it wasn't rushed nor was he teasing me this time. "Fuck. You're so beautiful," he whispered between the kisses taking his sweet time as his hands roamed all over me making me clench my thighs. A whimper left me as he squeezed my waist.

My hands pulled at the roots of his hair to deepen the kiss because it wasn't enough. His silver chain was bunched up at my neck, the metal cold against the rising temperature.

Soon his swollen lips trailed a path from my jaw to the hollow of my neck.

I traced his collar bones, his chest, his toned stomach before slipping my hands inside his t-shirt. My curious fingertips trailed along his bare skin.

An unintentional moan left me as I felt him bite and suckle at my skin, leaving marks.

I pulled him by the collar of his t-shirt. "Fuck, tae, don't give me a hickey!" I whined while panting embarrassingly.

His lips twisted into a smirk. "Why not, baby?"

"I-uh-" I tried not to get flustered as his long fingers tipped my chin up to meet his eyes. "People...will see. Um...Cameras." My IQ suddenly declined to the level of a child who can't form coherent sentences.

"Then I just have to give them where no one can see?" He said so innocently, widening and blinking his eyes that I couldn't even process it.

"What?" I gasped when his fingers brushed my inner thighs.

Giggling, he planted a kiss on my nose. "You should sleep now. You must be exhausted."

Like I can sleep after what he's doing to me.

"I'm not that sleepy. I took multiple naps today."

"Hmm," He licked his lips. "Then how about we go out?"

"Huh?"

"Let's go on a date." He beamed.

"You can't be serious? At this time?" I raised an incredulous eyebrow.

"Well, are you free tomorrow?"

"I-uh-" I'm not. I felt a little pang in my chest. And wait a fucking minute! We're dating now?!