You just got a new stepbrother. What happens when he isn't as innocent as he portrays?
Taehyung doesn't have it easy with both your boyfriend (Yoongi) and your protective best friend (Jungkook) in the way.
But what about you with your messed up feel...
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[ HANYI ]
Taehyung means more to me than I realize. Yet, after saying that I love him, I still wasn't sure I was quite there. I'm still guarding my heart and trying to decipher the coded messages the butterflies in my stomach are sending me. If we weren't in our current situation, if we met some other way, I think I'd love with nothing holding me back.
Despite what anyone else thinks, I enjoy getting flustered by him. Or I should say, enjoyed. It must've come from the side of me that likes attention and persistence. Sometimes I get annoyed and hurt, but that's because I don't know his true intentions. I fear that he assumes I'm easy and since we share the same house, I'm convenient. I don't want to be seen that way. Not by him, and not by anyone.
I draw my eyes onto Taehyung's deeply concentrated ones, my thoughts all over the place. I'm struggling to connect with my genuine emotions as I try to answer his question. If for a little while, I could do whatever I wanted with him, what would that be? Before I could give him an answer, he quickly gets off his stool and wraps his arm around my waist, taking my lips over with his.
The warmth of his lips mixed with the firm hold he has on me makes it hard not to melt. Taehyung's skilled. It shows as he nudges for my lips to part, sliding his tongue over mine. I moan, one that hints of addiction in the making. Addiction to how his tongue felt against mine. Addiction to the way he sends tingles down my spine. And addiction to the way he pulls me in closer, both of us breathing hard through our nose. It's a fervent kiss, the result of great deprivation and we don't hold back because we can't.
We only break for air when we stumble into the living room, Taehyung falling back onto the couch and tugging me on to him.
"Taehyung..." I whisper.
He tucks a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. "There's a memory here. Did we kiss here?"
My eyebrows crease in concentration, my mind going back to when Jungkook slept over. There wasn't a kiss, but one almost happened.
"Almost."
"It's working. This is working." He hums happily before sitting back up, reconnecting our lips with a smile. I follow his movements in a daze, wondering just how far we have to go for his memories to return.
Adjusting myself, I rub down against him and draw a groan from him.
"Don't. Apologize." He mutters into the kiss before passing his hands over my back and onto my butt, getting me to move against him.
How did he know I was going to apologize?
"You're still tense. Just... relax." He whispers between every soft kiss he delivers. With each one, I feel myself slipping away, focusing on how good I felt instead.
