Promise

17

"Doll, please tell me everything. Why and who made you cry. You have listened to my every worthless gibberish, trust on me this one time. Please tell me doll."
Taehyung made me sit on the sofa and he sat on the floor facing me. His hands were on my knees. I was crying, I could barely say anything at all. But I still managed to spit some words out of my throat, I told them how rude we were to each other.
"Jisoo Unnie, was there Taehyung when my parents died. She helped me recover from my mental state. I could have never imagined that Jisoo Unnie would be so harsh and rude with me. Lisa's words were so cold!"
"Hey, friends have arguments between them. Jimin and I fight because of Mandus, atleast you guys had a valid reason." Taehyung brushed the tears away from my eyes. He's right but still I guess it would take me a bit of time to forget how harsh the words were. My phone buzzed. Damn it! I forgot the texts from Namjoon Oppa! Taehyung smiled at me,
"I would get it for you Doll. It could be Jisoo or Lisa or Jennie or Rose?"
"No!" I jumped up from the couch. Taehyung's expression changed a bit. I would've been surprised if his expression didn't change. I sheepishly scratched my neck,
"The wh-whole fight was a-about our relationship right? Wh-what i-if th-th-they wrote something that would harm the jolly atmosphere of christmas? I don't want to check the messages yet."
He wasn't pleased with my lie. Maybe, because he got the fact that I was lying. Before he could say anything I kissed him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he took hold of my waist. After 5 minutes we both broke the kiss, I ran my fingers through his soft hair,
"You know, its almost christmas. And I'm a bit cold also. So why not we snuggle up together, watch a movie and have some hot chocolate together?"
"Best date plan ever. I would just freshen up a bit. Ok doll?" he pecked my lips and he left the room. I let out a huge sigh of relief and ran towards my phone. As expected, on the lock screen photo of Taehyung, with bold letters was a notification.
•Namjoon Oppa sent a text•
I smiled at the message. He truly can warm hearts I must say.
"London?" My phone dropped when I heard Taehyung's voice
--------------Taehyung's POV--------------
London was sad and devastated about the fight that happened between her and Jisoo and Lisa. But her reaction when her phone buzzed was somewhat different. And her voice and the stammers, it had the essence of lie in it. Was she lying? No. She couldn't lie to me right? She loves me. I shrugged it off and thought of our kiss and the movie date we are supposed to enjoy. I dressed up in something a bit more comfortable and when my feet brought me towards the living room. London was smiling at the phone. She dropped her phone when I called her name. Her face was as white as a thin sheet of paper.
"Tae-hyung, you scared me!" she tried to fake giggle a bit. She was sweating and her lips were shaking. She was nervous about something. I shrugged off all the thoughts and wrapped my arms around her waist,
"Why doll? Are you into some kind of mischief?"
"N-no mischief a-at al-l Tae." she shook her head sideways.
"Why are hiding it then?" my words had a huge impact on her.
-------Back To London's POV-----------
"Hi-hi-hiding what Taehyung?" I said trying my best to look normal. Does he know about the things Namjoon and I texted about? He was stepping forward with his hands tucked in his pockets and I was backing away. My body had hit the kitchen counter. Taehyung leaned in front of me, his lips only a centimetre away,
"You made custard and didn't even tell me?" He chuckled.
I sighed out of relief, thank god it wasn't because of the phone.
"What were you smiling at Doll?" Taehyung said as he filled his mouth with custard. Shit!
"Well, the lock screen picture of you. I just felt my heart get warmer. And I smiled at it." I looked at him, to assure myself if he believed me or not? My heart was beating crazy. Instead he just stuffed a spoon full of custard into my mouth,
"You are so cute doll! Let's watch home alone."
"Sure! How's the custard?"
"Sweet, but your lips are sweeter." he said as his lips crashed on top of mine. I closed my eyes as he brought me closer by my waist. He grinded me. He licked my lower lip, I could feel him smirk against my lips. He managed to get me on top of the counter and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His tongue explored each bit of my mouth. He took my oversized sweatshirt off of me, and I unbuttoned his shirt. We were going to take it another step further when his phone rang. He broke the kiss and looked at his phone. He groaned, it was his Hyungs. I traced his chocolate abs and whispered to him while leaving small pecks on him,
"I think you should pick it. You are a very important part of the team. What if some mishap had occured and they need you ASAP?"
He looked at me for once and picked the call,
"Hey Hyungs!"
Jungkook screamed from the other side,
"And me!"
Taehyung chuckled and added,
"And Jungkook. So what's up?"
He started kissing my neck and planting hickies on them, I couldn't help but moan. His friends heard him, Namjoon stammered,
"Um... We are sorry for disturbing whatever you and London were doing."
Taehyung smirked and grinded himself more on my. He grabbed my hair backwards, gaining more access to my exposed neck. He was really rough and playful. He made my breathing increase and I couldn't help but moan. Hoseok screamed from the other end of the line,
"Aish! Get a room!"
Jimin said,
"Oh they will!"
Jin chimed in,
"Who do you think would last longer?"
Yoongi yawned,
"Taehyung. He knows how to please his doll."
Jungkook giggled,
"I think Nuna would last longer. She knows how to take care of her man." and a commotion of interposing voices yelling our names and betting dollars were heard. I looked at him and we both chuckled. I brought him closer and traced my finger all along to his growing bulge,
"Maybe we should get a room Tae."
He pecked my lips and lifted me up,
"You read my mind!" he carried me bridal style to the bedroom whilst his hyungs argued about who's gonna last longer on the call.