🖤💜Redolence Of Yours💜🖤 (Taehyung×OC)

7. Dis-ease

🖤💜: The line gets blurred; whether to find well being in sickness or accept the sickness within wellbeing. 💜🖤

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"Your 'nothing' means nothing to me Tae-ah! I need an explanation!" Jin screamed from the other side of the phone.

Since it was working days, Taehyung was alone in the house again; doing the regular face time with his brother in the post-working hours.

"I'm telling you it's nothing! Antiseptics work very well on bug bites... "

"Is anyone disturbing you?"

"Anyio. I'm doing well."

"You said that yesterday too, on my face, and today you came home with this."

"Yah! Jin hyung! Just leave it... "

After another ten minutes of bickering and helicopter parenting, Jin finally ended the call. Taehyung threw the phone on the bed and laid flat, staring on the ceiling. He looked at his open books on the table with a little guilt of not studying today but it got shoved off immediately as a certain incident from the afternoon at the library flooded his mind again, if that's not the only thing he's been thinking about since then.

His body was feeling hot.

He closed his eyes and draped his arm over them, grazing the injury on his lips with his teeth. Every time he touched it, the stinging pain always came with an unexplainable pleasure, overwhelming his whole body. He could still feel the warmth of her lips, he could still feel the passion she kissed him with and he could only compare the first kiss of his life with stories from fairy tales. He has never hold a female in his arms before, he has never tasted someone before; so it was obvious how the not so gentle kiss would affect him. And the was she was holding him, restricting his movements with the unexpected strength, had his world spinning. He would lie if said he didn't like that. Screw it, he actually loved that; though he never considered himself to be the submissive type.

Or maybe it's just her.

His breathing got ragged very fast so he jerked off of his bed, standing on the floor for a hot second and then immediately collapsing on the chair of his study table. His knees and inner thighs felt weak and he took off the grey bandana from his hair, running his fingers through them.

But everything went in vein. Added to the misery, there was also not a single can of beer in the freezer.

Fuck it.

After concluding the fight between his morals and desires, Taehyung got up and rushed inside the washroom, hoping to calm his mind by blowing off some physical steam.

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She couldn't believe the sentiment she was dealing with.

Or maybe there was nothing in particular to deal with. Because she was unexplainably calm. No, it wasn't a calm before storm, it was more like the tranquility following after.

The taste of his delicious blood was still lingering on her senses and for the first time in her life she wondered if this is how it's like to get drunk.

It was merely a drop, like the little sparkling water trembling on the colocasia leaves after heavy rain; but that minuscule amount of nectar was enough to quench the eternal thirst of the cursed creatures she was.

But how?

That, she didn't know the answer to.

Sun looked at the clock which was ninety degrees behind midnight and she let out a sigh. By some gracious miracle from the heaven, if only that's a real place, Yoongi had picked up his phone in the evening after trying for the 49th time and they decided to meet at her place at zero o'clock.