Save Me

Chapter Twenty Five

Just a warning in advance . . . There is mention of an abusive relationship and attempted suicide near the end of this chapter

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Y/N's POV

Even though I was very tired and I knew that Taehyung had to be tired too, it still took us a while before we settled down enough to sleep, both of us in a fun, giggly mood, countering the emotional effects of my nightmare earlier.
I noticed that Taehyung seemed a little freer with his sweet touches since he had managed to wake me from the terrible dream. He couldn't seem to be able to keep his hands off me. He had even gone so far as to scoop me up into his arms and carry me to the bedroom.

Once we had gotten into bed, Taehyung pulled me onto his bare chest immediately, sliding his hands over my back and up into my hair, scratching his fingernails gently against my scalp.
I leaned into his touch, sighing contentedly and resting my cheek against his warm skin, running my fingers against the soft leather of his collar for a moment.

"That feels niiiice, Tae," I groaned, loving the feeling of his fingers against me. I felt him chuckle beneath me, scratching a little harder for a few minutes before winding his arms down around my waist and rolling until we were both on our sides. He shuffled around until we were nose to nose, chests pressed closely together. He gazed into my eyes, smiling so big I could even see him clearly in the darkness of the bedroom.

I smiled sleepily at him. "You seem to be in an extra snuggly mood tonight, TaeTae."   

He wiggled around in the bed for a moment, giggling to himself before nuzzling his face into my neck.

"I'm just so, so happy, baby girl," he breathed against my skin, causing goosebumps to break out across my neck.

"I am too, sweetie," I replied. Then, suddenly, out of nothing, I remembered what Hoseok had told me about hybrids and happiness. I pulled back from Taehyung to look into his beautiful dark eyes.

I needed to know.

Was that the reason Taehyung made me so happy? Or was it . . . more than that?

I cleared my throat a little. "Um . . . Tae? Can I ask you something, baby?"

He nodded, propping himself up onto his elbow and resting his head in his hand as he looked at me with wide eyes.

"Before going to the shelter, Hobi told me about this . . . ability hybrids have . . ." I trailed off, feeling awkward bringing this up. But now that I had remembered the conversation, I had to discuss it with Taehyung.

Because . . . tonight . . . I was beginning to feel the stirrings of . . . something deep in my heart. Something that I hadn't felt before.

When Taehyung had pulled me from the horrors of my nightmare earlier, when I had woken to find myself safe in his arms, him holding me tight and whispering comforting words in my ear, an overwhelming feeling of deep affection had filled my entire being.
I had been unable to hold myself back from kissing him in that moment, in fact, it had been a fight to force my lips away from his at all.
It felt as if something had shifted between us after that, some unspoken dynamic. I suddenly felt as if I had known him all my life while at the same time it was as if I were seeing him for the very first time.

I couldn't describe my feelings, these flutterings in my chest. All I could be positive of was that Taehyung made me happier than I had ever been in my life.

I just needed to know that my happiness wasn't the result of some hormone that he was emitting. If that were the case - a slight shudder of fear flashed through me at the thought that my emotions could be controlled so thoroughly.