She Ruined Me || Taehyung FF (On Hold)

04 ||

"I don't need liquor, your scent intoxicates me enough."

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aehyung gulps in nervousness and peels off his shirt halfway, he has a white tank top beneath his shirt but still his forearms, shoulder blade, and most of his chest are right under her gaze. The stardust gaze he is trying to avoid right from the moment he walked into her office. Her office is simple, soft pale blue and white gradient of colors, now blended with the moonlight pouring in the office through the windows. Her desk is jet black and extremely messy with a stack of papers and files, not that he minded.

His eyes slowly travel across the room to Lily as she looks for the first aid box. Her beauty is so intriguing. She is not a woman with a godly figure, twine thin or hourglass body. She is chubby and so are her cheeks, round plump, her complexion exemplifies an impeccable saffron tint. He smiles because she somehow reminisced him of flower dale, lavender to be precise. Grace and purity. That's what they represent. And that's what she seems to him. Her crescent-shaped eyebrows are like silhouettes of perfect branches which are absorbing in the moonlight, they slightly incline in a frown. His blue eyes dart to her delicate ear which is adorned with a small bead of pearl. Her nose scrunches adorably when she sniffs an ointment. He feels an urge to run his fingers through the glorious tumbles of her chocolate waves which are clasped with a black satin ribbon, in a loose ponytail. Her lips are smear with a gloss just like when in the misty morning, a dew cuddled with a petal of a rose.

 The ocean his eyes trace her caramel soft skin from her neck to the sliver of her collar bones insulated in uniform, blue trousers and top wrapping her body beneath her coat that her frame proudly carried. He likes how she dominates the aroma redolent of fresh mint and strawberries which intertwined with the scent of myriad medications in the room. Abruptly she looks in his way and her eyes brows hoist up as she unearths those pairs of liquid against the velvet sky staring at her. Taehyung jolts at being caught and look away. Clearing her throat, she makes her way to the chair.

"The stitches are opened, even your neck and knuckles are bruised," she stands in front of him. Her fingers narrowly brush over the wound on the side of his neck and the man with the ocean eyes hisses in distress.

Lily rolls her eyes, "I didn't even touch," without any warning, she starts stitching up his arm. He watches her slender fingers seaming, moving like they are oriented for years and years. Her fingers on his skin felt like ice. Frosty waves from her fingers wanderlust up his cheeks, turning into hot flames which slowly heats his body, she shuffles closer.

"Your fingers are cold, very cold."

"Oh, sorry. But bear with it cause I can't halt in midway," she puts on an apologetic smile, directly looking into his eyes. Her enticing hazel orifices, with the warm honey hues, stirred with deep caramel, and the tones of gold, violets, and green twinkle like an innumerable sheet of luminaries. His heart races like a wild animal trying to escape his chest when he spots a tiny mole right above her upper lip.

"Here, it's done. Please make sure that you don't drench the stitches and as for your knuckle, take this liniment," she extends a white tube towards his. Taehyung assembles his mind straight and clears his throat.

"Um..can you apply it?" He asks as innocently as he can. It's just an innocuous demand a patient is making to his doctor (that's what his excuse is)

"Didn't you just complain that my fingers are cold?"

He tries to come up with a response but she takes the ointment from him. He raises his hand, and again when the tips of her fingers touch his knuckles, his cheeks flush. Unaware of her effect on him, Lily gently lays on the transparent gel on his busted knuckles.

"Soldiers aren't allowed to carry weapons when they are on break, are they?" her eyes flicker to his briefly.

"We," horse voice breaks, he clears his throat, "We obtained special permission for this."

"Done."

He slides on his shirt and buttons it up peeking at her. 

She motions at the door, "Let's leave the room."

Stop, her, you won't get another chance. Risk it Taehyung. Just ask her man. If she rejects you can crawl back to your apartment and hide your face for a while.

Just some self-encouraging words and he is prepared.

"Dr. Lily."

She spins to look at the boy. He makes sure to sustain eye contact with her as he speaks, "You see, I have a party to attend this evening."

"Yeah, sure. You can attend the party you are not that injured."

"No, not that. What I want to ask is, I have to take my date with me."

"Yeah. You can take your date as well, but if you are planning to sleep with her I would suggest you skip for a night."

"Gosh, Lily can you just let me complete!" He exhorts, digging his teeth on his lower lip. Embarrassed by her blunt retort.

"O-okay," she murmurs and stares at the man expectantly.

"As I said, I have to be there with my date. So I would like to ask you if you could go with me today. As my date," he asks her out ignoring his raucously pulsing heart, blood rushing in his head, and the curses of his subconscious mind.

Let's have a moment and applause for him, in the last five years Taehyung hasn't asked a girl out. Well, he slept around now and then. But nothing like date or girlfriend. Dating is a huge responsibility, just not for him but also for his partner. The person would have to be strong enough to be a soldier's girlfriend, she would need to know that he can't choose her over his duty. That he may have to cancel their plans at any moment, that he may not return someday. It seems unfair to the person, so he kept his life simple. Yes, dating complicates your life.

But right now, he thinks some complications might be beautiful.

Lily's eyes dilate at the sudden outburst of the man with ocean eyes. He notices her chubby cheek-tinted crimson and she looks away and nervously licks her lips.

A sense of relief wash over him, he is not the only one dying of nervousness. She is feeling it too.

"I-I have a boyfriend."

What in the world- Forget it.