Gangsta's crush ( Taehyung And Female Character)

Zone Ankha

*Don't search the chapter name on google or you wanna be nasty~*

(Taehyung's Pov)

Getting the costumes at last minute was definitely not fine. Everyone was giving side glares to Namjoon who tried to brush off the stares knowing that he was at fault to not give them any memo. After the ridiculous amount of gazes, he finally went to collect our costumes as punishment. Reluctantly.

We remain calm as we didn't had to worry about the outfit and focus on prepping ourselves with Y/n, ushered by an overexcited Maria and two certain maids. What I didn't understand was why Yoongi and Hoseok rushed to upstairs, gossiping about 'trying some masks'?

On the second thought, maybe it was really a bad idea to send Namjoon to pick the dresses as his mind was anything but innocent and who knows what that kinking shit will bought.

When he came back after spending three hours, undoubtedly on toys shop, his face was glowing with mischievousness. From his shit eating grin, we knew something was under his sleeves. 

Not his bulky biceps.

Refusing to give the parcels and telling that it will be reached in our room when we will be getting ready, we knew that we fucked up. 

Maybe we are going to be a mockery in the party. Goodbye my pride and reputation.

But we didn't back down and caused an uproar as we could smell a gross plan cooking behind his dimpled smiled and demand to see the clothes but we were kindly ignored. Even when Jin threatened to smack him with spatula, he refused to give in. Such a stubborn giant dumbass.

I had done showering in Jungkook's room as Maria had hogged my room with the excuse of prepping Y/n. I thought they were done by now and went inside my room, in my robes, trying to style my hair in front of the dresser when the bathroom door opens. 

My pervert ass quickly look in that direction and breathe hitched when a goddess came behind foggy clouds. She was too in robes but definitely sexy than me, wet hair sticking on her neck and collarbones, eyes widened upon seeing my similar state. 

Had I seen this moment or live it before.

Suddenly my one of the high IQ brain cell, send electrical signals reminding me of that one time when the same thing happened.

I slowly went towards her, forgetting that she was angry with me and watched how her cheeks reddened from coldness or maybe from being too close with me, matching my shade of redness. I looked at up and down, glad that her beautiful figure was mine to keep and cherish. Touching her neck and dipping finger in her collarbones, I relish from the way, she shiver from my touch.

She unconsciously moved her neck giving me more access, my mouth waters seeing the fading shade of purple on her neck, so ready to mark new ones.

I kissed her neck and had almost sink my itching teeth when she brought back in reality and pushed me hard, making me stumbling on floor.

"Maybe you forget that I am still angry" she folder her hands in attitude.

"Ahhhh" I hiss in pain and roller sideways upon which she immediately run towards me, forgetting her state. Bend down, she looked at me and I was suddenly hit with more Deja vu. Then I remembered something which made me do a silent pray to not embarrass me with another nosebleed. I looked at her and instantly regretted as her robe had slip from her chest a bit, showing a little of her cleavage. 'God! Why do you hate me so much' I thought and me being a Victorian man, couldn't handled it and a certain thing decided to greet us, waking up from dead. But this time, I ain't gonna be humiliaTAE because now she is mine and have every right to look at my biology which I am not ashamed of as she's the reason behind it. Sooner or later, she's gonna see it.