Concupiscence

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Balqiisa's POV:

Graduation and my birthday were quite soon. A week to be exact.

I had always imagined my graduation to be filled with laughter and loving from my parents but some dreams don't come true I guess.

It was 6 am and I was sipping on some chamomile tea in the kitchen before I left for school. The sun had risen and lit the room, making it a warm orange colour.

Hearing footsteps, I raised my head to see a mess of wavy, black hair. Taehyung walked in, wearing low-waisted sweatpants and a thin t-shirt.

He stretched upwards, on his tiptoes, exposing his toned abs and v-line. His skin was slightly darker than the other members, which was definitely a turn-on. Grinning, he said, "Good Morning."
"Morning," I replied because if it was a good morning, I would be enjoying a summer on the beach.

A girl can dream.

Walking over to the kitchen counter, he poured himself some of the leftover tea. He let out a loud sigh after taking a sip.

"You look nice today." He was smiling genuinely, catching me off guard. The mug in my hand dropped onto the floor, crashing it into small shards. Was I that embarrassed that I had to make a fool of myself? I couldn't even say a simple "Thank You"? I noticed that Taehyung's eyebrows were furrowed.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck

Reluctantly, I started to grab the shards with my bare hands. I quickened my pace and grabbed more pieces until I saw a drop of blood hit the floor. I hadn't realised before, but Taehyung's hands were grabbing my shoulders as he quietly asked what was wrong. I wasn't crying. I was just a little bewildered.

He wrapped his arms around my cowering frame, doubtful I would even let him. For some reason, I felt warmer with him than with Namjoon. His aurora seemed calmer and more understanding.

After calming myself, I sat with my legs crossed on the kitchen stool. He was using a broom to clean up the remaining shards of the mug. It's nice to know he can clean better than me. God knows every time I do, I just call Verity over.

Finally, after holding in my question, I blurted out, "Why did you do that? I could've done it myself."

I was lying but I don't need any man to do shit for me.

"I know it's been hard to invite us all over, especially Namjoon, after all that's happened. So I'm pretty sure it's the least I could do. Besides you already feel like a sister to me."

What a gentleman. He's honestly the sweetest person I have ever met. Namjoon must have told them all about me. Even though there was no need to get emotional for such a small thing, I felt like crying.

Grabbing my backpack, I ran as fast as I could, out of the house. Taking a breath, I sat down on the pavement. Was I going to react like this every time? I'm assuming that every other guy in that house is just as nice. I don't think I will survive.

Deciding I was overdramatic, I walked to school. But what had just happened kept replaying over and over in my head, distracting me from the large gash on my hand.

It stung like a bitch.

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School felt way too short today and I don't know if that was because I was talking with Verity the whole time or because everything the teacher said went out the other ear. Either way, I didn't want to go back home, where a certain someone was sure to ask me why I had run away earlier this morning.