Even if You're With Him ✔

Chapter 4

I cuddle closer to the warm embrace of Taehyung's arms. My eyes open and I smile fondly at my lover's peaceful sleeping figure deciding to give a quick peck on the little mole on his nose before I get out of bed to start the day. I jump into the shower first washing off any dried cum left on me from last night's rigorous physical activity, and proceed to robe myself to start making breakfast for us, because we definitely worked up an appetite after last night.

As I'm setting up the table I feel the same arms I was engulfed in earlier make their way around my waist, while a pair of soft lips kiss the side of my neck. "Good morning gorgeous," I hear Taehyung's deep sultry voice ring in my ear, making a shiver run up my spine.

I whisper back a small good morning as well and motion him to take a seat, while I finish serving us. "I love this," Taehyung says suddenly as I stuff a piece of toast in my mouth. "Waking up and having breakfast with you as my lover, not my boss. Makes me wonder if I'll ever have the opportunity to make this a permanent thing."

I finish chewing my food and gulping it down with orange juice before I reply. "But it basically is. We've been doing this for the past two years," I chuckle lightly. "Unless you've been having a stand-in this whole time that I don't know about," I tease.

Taehyung responds with a sad smile and takes another sip of his tea. "You know what I mean, Jin. I want to be able to do this with you in public too. Showing everyone how much we love each other. I don't want to be with you in secret forever," he explains reaching for my hand. "I'd like for you and I to be able to hold hands outside of this apartment, and that our shared kisses go beyond the confinement of these walls. I'm so in love with you, Jin. I want to marry you someday, and start a family." The last statement comes to me as a shock, and my eyes widen. "Unless you don't want to, then I was just kidding," Taehyung says nervously trying to take back his words.

I shake my head and hands frantically trying to explain that, it's not what he thinks. "That's not it, Tae. We've never talked about marriage and kids so I was surprised of you to bringing it up. Of course I want to spend my future with you," my grin gets wider the more I picture what our lives would be like. "We can have a nice small wedding. I think only our parents and friends should be enough, because you know how much people piss me off."

He smiles lightly. "Your brother can ordinate the ceremony," he adds.

"And Yoongi will be the ring bearer, Hobi the flower guy and Jimin and Jungkook will sing a duet as I walk down the isle. I want the entire ceremony filled with flowers. The wedding isle will be decorated of pictures I've taken of us throughout the years. It'll be emotional and if I'm walking down the isle and you're not crying because of how perfect the moment is, then I'm turning my ass around and we will have to do it again until you get it right. My suit will also have to be the perfect contrast between eggshell white and a light blue. I say cream white for you. Black tuxes are so overrated and overused these days. Plus I want something to outline my innocence and purity."

I look over to Taehyung to see him looking at me with a raised eyebrow. "You sure you haven't thought of this before?"

"Well I have to be ready for anything. What if you decide to propose right now? I have to have at least an outline of the ceremony. Who do you take me for? I'm Kim Seokjin, I have a plan for everything. You will never be able to hit me with a let's get married tomorrow talk without me having an idea on what's going to go down," I rant.

"And white suits? Purity and innocence?" he questions. "Babe you just had your back blown by me a couple hours ago. I doubt pure and innocence is what comes to mind when describing us."

My jaw drops in disgust and I smack the the back of his head. "No one knows that."

"Yoongi definitely knows, still calls me every once in a while reminding me that locks exist."

"At least his last visit to Korea was memorable," I respond.

We laugh at the traumatizing memory we left behind to our dear friend. Although my father had cut Namjoon off for leaving the company and pursuing music behind his back, our mother convinced him to let Namjoon travel with Yoongi, his bodyguard, to keep him safe. It happened a couple months after they had already left. Taehyung and I had just started hooking up and took advantage that the company was on break to have a small 'intimate' moment in my office, not knowing that Yoongi and Namjoon were paying a surprise visit, and damn was Yoongi surprised. That was the last time he ever went into any room without knocking, and that was the last time Taehyung and I had sex anywhere in the company.

"Do you think he told Namjoon by any chance? His mouth tends to run off when he's drunk," Taehyung asks.

"Trust me if he told Namjoon about what he saw, you wouldn't even be alive right now. Namjoon will always see me as a baby. He refused to accept that I was dating when I turned fifteen, and refused to leave me and my boyfriend at the time alone for more than two minutes. If he knew I was having sex, he'd have a heart attack."

Taehyung laughs lightly reaching for my other hand and bringing both my hands up to his lips and kissing my knuckles repeatedly. "Do you think he'd approve of us?"

My lips protrude as I imagine Namjoon's reaction to my secret relationship. "He's really protective of me, so I can't promise that he'll like you at first. However, once he sees how happy you make me, he'd fully support us, and maybe even try to help us come out of this stupid apartment."

"I always liked your brother. He always seemed the most level-headed in your family aside from your mom," he says fondly causing me to scoff.

"What about me?" I ask clearly offended.

"You're the biggest brat I've ever worked with, but once you get past that cold exterior and smart mouth, you're okay."

I snatch my hands from his hold as fast as possible, unhappy with his answer. "You seem to never complain about my smart mouth when it's wrapped around your cock," I retort.

Taehyung's gaze changes in a matter of seconds as he stands up and lifts me on top of the table. "Don't temp me baby. I ate dinner out of you last night, and I'll be more than happy to eat breakfast out of your hole as well."

"You're so vulgar sometimes," I say rolling my eyes trying to hide the fact that his suggestion is turning me on. He still catches the slight smirk on my lips and without warning flips me over on the table and slips my robe off me to spread my ass cheeks to which he plunges his tongue in between.

"Oh my-" I gasp and push back against his wet muscle. The wetness of his tongue is short lived as he soon replaces it with his hard member and fucks me so hard that the table underneath starts to shake. "Harder," I demand encouraging for him to be rough. He angles himself which leads him to hit my prostate with the full force of his hardness. I scream wanting this feeling of him in me to never go away.

The pleasure he brings on me is like nothing I've felt with anyone. It's not something I'll ever feel with anyone that isn't him. This wedding with Jungkook can not go on. I have met the man I'm meant to spend the rest of my life with. I will only ever surrender every part of myself to him. To Taehyung.

I'm so lost in the amount of pleasure that Taehyung is giving me that I don't hear the front door open. I only feel Taehyung being violently pulled off of me causing me to scream in pain as I accidentally fall to the floor due to all the movement.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" The man on Taehyung yells with every punch he gives him. My eyes widen in fear and my blood runs cold once I see who it is, and I realize how screwed I am.

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I hope you all are enjoying this story so far. It starts off pretty slow so enjoy the fluffy moments while they're still here💜