A Noble Affair ✭ KTH [𝖒] ✔️

𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔤𝔶 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔠 [𝖒]

[𝖒] = mature content.

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"I love him, not because he's handsome, Nelly," you read aloud from your novel.

Taehyung happily listened while he went over his music sheets. He suggested reading some of your literature, claiming it to be one of the simplest ways to get to know someone, and he wished to know you better than anyone else.

Your back was lounging upon his side while his other arm lay on your stomach. His fingers would gently stroke your arm from time to time once he remembered he was holding you.

The violinist began to play again in his quarters. The sound of the strings made the air more calming and enticing.

"But because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same," you resumed.

His fingers ceased moving when he glanced down at you. Your tendrils were spread out upon his lap. Your expression of stillness as you read made him smile.

You both almost forgot the train ride was to end the next night.

Though the two of you were getting off in the same town, you would have to return to your life of selflessness. You would no longer be able to live for yourself - not like you were able to before.

You didn't want Taehyung to leave your side just as much as he didn't want to leave yours.

He brushed a few stray hairs away from your face. It surprised you how delicate his hands would be whenever he caressed you, stroking your skin as if you were the keys of his enticing piano.

You wondered how many other women he had loved like a sonnet. You sat up and swiveled to face him with a set of inquisitive eyes.

He stared back at you with a warmth you couldn't get enough of that it almost became addicting.

"Have you ever accompanied a woman like this?" you asked, citing back to the question he asked you once before.

His cheeks crimsoned at your spunk just like you had done with him. He laid his music sheets onto the small table underneath the window. The papers refused to be flawlessly piled upon one another, but he left them in their disarray.

"I don't think you would believe me if I told you."

You leaned closer to tease him. "Enlighten me."

Taehyung sighed in defeat, hesitating for a moment with an embarrassed smile on his lips. He readjusted in his spot before he bent his head.

"Hardly," his voice was quiet. "As a traveling musician, it's hard to find time to spend such intimate moments like these with someone."

You sadly smiled. Your chest squeezed when you couldn't help but empathize with Taehyung's loneliness.