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7. Your love languages

Taehyung and I only had sex once before... and it was such a long time ago already. I couldn't wait for him to hold me between his strong arms and make love to me.

After we got rid of our shoes and jackets, I tried to take his lips for another kiss but he had already disappeared into the kitchen.

"Yeontan!" he called. "Dinner time!"

The cute little dog ran through the apartment as his daddy was spilling some dog food in a bowl.

Who are you gonna feed next, Daddy?

I chuckled at my own dirty thoughts, checking my reflection in the mirror.

Mascara, check. Lipstick, check. Hair, check.

I pulled on the top of my dress, making sure my breast would look their best.

I heard Taehyung walk to the living room and I followed him there.

He had turned on the smart TV and was already browsing through the movie catalog.

I came behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist.

I pressed my lips against his strong shoulder, my fingers running on the buttons of his shirt.

He was still ignoring me, playing with the TV remote in his hand.

OK, Mr. Kim Taehyung wanna play hard to get tonight.

My fingers started to unbutton his shirt but his hand came on mine before I could continue.

"Do... Do you want to take a shower before we watch a movie?" he asked in a hesitant tone, turning around to face me.

Movie? Is this even still in the cards for tonight?

"I'm good..." I answered with a slight frown.

Why was he acting as if our mouths weren't all over each other for the past hour?

His stare shied away from mine as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

But he still accepted my kiss, and that's all I needed right now.

Well, except for...

As our kiss got more and more passionate, I let my hand run down his chest, his abs, his belt... until the growing bulge in his pants.

This isn't lying.

"Stop."

In one quick movement, Taehyung broke our embrace and took one step backward.

I was standing there, my lips still in a pout, not understanding what was happening.

"What's wrong?" I asked, my hands coming on my hips.

"Nothing. I'm just tired," he drily replied, his stare still avoiding mine. "Let's choose a movie-"

I snatched the remote from his hands and his eyes finally darted to mine.

"Tell me what's wrong," I insisted, looking at him with concerned eyes.

My hand reached for his cheek and he stopped my movement mid-way, getting away from me.

"I'm not in the mood, Micha."

He snatched the remote back from me and turned to the TV again.

Not... in the mood? I repeated for myself.

Forty minutes ago he was eating me out at his friend's place, before almost fingering me in the taxi on our way here, accepting all my kisses and caresses in the elevator... until now?