HER

pt. 14 Cuddler

Oh my God...
I was only graced with a quick view but all I knew was that all past lovers were put to shame by Kim Taehyung's body and his impressive manhood.
Taehyung leaned beside me, gently removing the straps of my dress.
Even with my verbal consent, he looked into my eyes with every step to reassure what he was doing was okay.
His consideration was just so fucking sexy.
He delicately removed my bra, a hum escaping his lips as his eyes took me in. His long hands found their way into hair as he kissed me again, bringing himself to hover over me.
One hand escaped my hair to explore my body.
His touch was gentle, yet firm.
He was a man who was experienced with what he wanted but still appreciative in what was in front of him.
His kiss left my lips and traveled to my neck as his hand caressed the contours of my breasts, my stomach, my hips.
I'm not sure if it was the wine or my lack of sleep from the previous two days, but my mind suddenly couldn't concentrate.
My thoughts kept slipping back to earlier that morning.
That feeling in my gut when I had woken up next to Seokjin.
I suddenly didn't feel...right.
I guess something in my body language alarmed Taehyung; he immediately stopped, raising his head.
He brought his wandering hand to my chin to turn my face towards him.
"Are you alright? Do you want me to stop?"
His tone was so concerned and understanding, it made me feel worse.
I bit my lip, my eyes looking away.
"I guess I'm just tired or somethin--"
He placed a long finger against my lips.
"You don't have to explain yourself, Jo. It's okay." He smiled, reassuringly.
I gulped, my feelings bouncing from regret, to guilt, to relief.
He kissed my nose before sitting up to put his boxer briefs back on.
Now I'm really starting to feel regret...
He reached for his shirt when I blurted out, "You don't have to leave."
I blushed when he paused to look back at me.
I cleared my throat. "I don't want you to leave."
He smirked, tossing his shirt aside and jumping back to lay beside me. "Good, I didn't want to leave either."
He pulled my comforter over me before draping his arm over my body to hold me in an embrace.
He nuzzled his nose in my hair, breathing in my scent, and sighing happily.
"I'm sor--" he cut me off again, cupping my mouth with his hand.
"Don't you say it." He warned. "Don't apologise. There's nothing to feel sorry for."
I smiled against his hand before he released it to resume holding me.
"Just to let you know, I'm a cuddler. I can't sleep without something to hold." He muttered as he buried his face against my neck and wrapped a leg over mine.
I laughed softly. "That's the cutest thing you've done so far."
He smiled against my neck.
"You're beautiful, Jo." He murmured as we fell asleep.
I sighed happily.
I must be the luckiest fool there is.

It was early in the morning when I heard a knock on my door.
It jolted me awake.
I was lying on my side, Taehyung cuddling me from behind.
He wasn't kidding about being a cuddler.
I grinned.
I was able to sneak out of his grasp and out of the bed without disturbing him. He was apparently a hard sleeper as well.
I quickly threw on a big sleep shirt and some boy shorts, running my hands through my hair to try and tame it.
I paused to admire a sleeping Taehyung.
While awake, he had a look of the most eligible, seductive bachelor.
But asleep he seemed so... Innocent.
I was brought back to reality by another knock to the door.
I grumbled to myself, wondering who could possibly be at my door at this hour.
I cracked my door open and peered out to find my best friend, Melissa, standing outside my apartment.
She looked jetlagged but still beautiful in her traveling attire of a big grey hoodie and black leggings.
Even though she was originally from New York, she had a more southern look than I did, with ashy blonde hair and round blue eyes. Her arms were full with her luggage.
"Uh helloooo. You haven't been answering my texts or calls! Did you forget!?"
I shushed her, opening the door to let her in, relieving her of some of her bags.
"Of course I didn't forget," I lied, whispering. "How was your flight?"
"Long." She groaned, tossing her bags and flopping on my couch. "I might sleep for the first week I'm here."
I'm the worst friend ever. How could I forget...?
"Er... How long are you staying again?" I asked, sitting by her so I didn't have to raise my voice. I glanced at my bedroom door.
Maybe I can sneak him out before she realizes...
"You did forget!" She exclaimed, throwing a couch cushion at me. "God, Jo, I know you're a busy badass girl boss, but we had planned for me to visit you weeks before you left!"
I smiled sheepishly. "I just... A lot is going on. I'm sorry."
Melissa smiled, patting my arm. "I'm just giving you a hard time. I'm just glad to see you."
She tilted her head curiously, "So any update with this hot Korean guy you've been seeing?"
Oh my God, I wish she would LOWER HER VOICE.
I gritted my teeth, emphasizing my whisper as I replied, "Yes. Lots of updates."
She frowned at me before spotting the wine glasses on my table. Her eyes widened, quickly looking around.
That's when Taehyung opened my bedroom door.
His hair was disheveled, and thankfully he had thrown his pants on.
Though his shirt was only buttoned in the middle.
He padded out of the room, mussing his hair as he reached out his other hand towards Melissa.
"Ah, Hello." He said in English.
His accent is so sexy too.
"I am Taehyung. You are Jo's friend?"
Melissa was too busy staring from him to me and back again, her mouth hanging wide open.
"Yes, this is Melissa, my best friend from the States." I answered for her in Korean, poking her hard in the shoulder to get her to shake his damn hand.
She blinked a couple of times before snapping back to earth.
"Oh.. yes. Yes. I'm Melissa." She extended her hand out over the back of the couch and they shook.
"I'm going to... Head out, Jo." He said, finding the right words in English. He leaned over, grabbing my chin to kiss me very thoroughly before muttering against my lips, "I will talk to you later?"
I nodded, exchanging smiles with him before he slipped on his shoes.
"Nice to meet you, Melissa." He said, bowing as he left.
When he shut the door, I turned back to see my friend sitting there, her mouth hanging open again.
She glared at me.
"I hate you, Josephine LeRoux."