Taehyung's Song • KTH

Twenty Two ♡

"I don't accept that." You pushed him backward, not hard, but both hands flat against his biceps. "You don't just get to decide things for us anymore Kim Taehyung." Your voice was aggressive, more aggressive than your push, he'd barely rocked backward on his feet. You both heard the elevator door, presumably his mother and Taeyeon leaving.

"Y/N-," Tae started and you shook your head fiercely and pushed him again. This time was harder, he frowned downward at you as he stepped back to keep his balance.

"You shut me out. You blamed me. You made me feel like I was alone in my grief. So now you don't get to determine what I want." You felt the anger rising in your stomach, months of feeling helpless to your situation, wounded by words and feelings. You'd felt weak and miserable.

"That's exactly why I meant it princess. You need me to be stronger than that. I wasn't, and I can't be in your life until I am." His voice was patient as though he was talking to a child on the verge of a tantrum. It infuriated you, you shoved him again, vigorously and he grabbed your wrists as he steadied himself.

"Stop it Y/N." He'd wrenched your arms to your sides, solidly holding them in place, and though you tried to twist away he held you easily.

"Let me go, I'm not done yet." You threw yourself forward against him with your whole body, and he stumbled backward a few steps until he met the counter with a huff.

"Damn it princess, why can't you listen?" He picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder like out of some cheap paperback romance novel. He was angrily walking toward his room, then he was through the door and slamming it shut with a loud crash. He tossed you onto the bed, but before you could recover he was kneeling over you, trapping your legs between his knees.

You furiously reached up and ripped his dress shirt open, not caring about the brand logo's that told you it was worth more than a mortgage payment. He grit his teeth together looking down at the mess you'd made and dropped forward, pinning you to the bed, your wrists tangled in his long fingers once more.

"Tell me you love me." You said the words with rage, no softness or sweetness in the phrase, trying to wiggle out from under his body.

"I love you." His words were more than sweet, they were desperate and wild. He transferred both of your wrists to one hand, still controlling you easily, and with the other he tilted your chin upward and pressed his lips to yours. You bit him, hard enough to taste the coppery flavor of his blood against your tongue.

Taehyung jerked backward and swiveled your head to the side, leaning his lips close to your ear he kissed from your shoulder up to your earlobe, you could feel the wetness left behind.

"That wasn't very nice was it princess?" He kissed your lips again, only this time careful to not let you nip him again. Then Tae leaned back and yanked your shirt over your head. You thought he might stop to tease you but instead went straight to shredding the delicate lace of your bra and tossing the remains of it onto the floor.

There was something wild in his eyes, it matched the feral outrage you were feeling right now as well. He dropped your hands and when you sat up his fingers met your throat, thumb and pointer finger putting just enough pressure that you arched backward in pleasure, stopped in your tracks.

"Easy baby, we're just getting started." His free hand was tearing the button of your jeans open, and you heard the teeth of your zipper ripping. "Take them off right now." He tugged you forward by the neck until you were kneeling and then you complied, wrestling out of the tight cloth. When you were down to your underwear he shoved you backward against the pillows and before you could react he'd treated your panties like your bra, shredded remains thrown overboard.