SWEET AND SOUR || Kim Taehyung

58 - Young Woman

"I can't believe I'm actually the creation of those two." Tae muttered, gently rubbing his hand up and down my thigh.

"Yeah?" I quietly asked, not wanting to add onto anything he was saying because whether I agreed to his parents being horrible or not, he could still have a place for them in his heart, as did my own mom, even with the abandonment.

"Mhm, I couldn't bear it, hearing them as they talked about you, the both of us sitting right there.."

He averted his eye contact to the ceiling of his bedroom.

"They have no idea what you've been through, yet they don't hesitate for one second to judge you."

I nodded silently, letting him talk it all out of his system.

"And the modelling.. what right does my dad have to comment on your body, it's disgusting that he doesn't see anything wrong with it, also the fact that my mom didn't do anything about it, that she didn't see anything wrong with it either."

I parted my lips slightly, Taehyung had completely changed, the things he's saying right this moment would have never been said a few months ago.

I leaned down, still straddled over him, and pressed my head to his chest, lying there and listening to his gentle heart beat quietly in his chest.

His moved his hand that wasn't already placed onto my thigh onto my back, gently rubbing up and down.

All the affection was sort of new as well, at the start of this whole situation, and I mean during our school assignment, there was no careful touching, there was just kissing.. this whole change, it set off the butterflies in my stomach.

"And even if you were a model, it should be an achievement, or a career path, not an opportunity for you to get yourself knee deep in piles money."

My head raised on his chest as he took a deep breath before letting it go.

"It's all just money for my dad.. looks for my mom."

He paused for a second before muttering quietly.

"Anyway, I'm kinda glad your not a model cause I'd get jealous too easily."

I laughed to myself, his confession lightening his mood as he gently laughed with me.

"Oh Taehyung." I smiled, his hand now moving to my head as he stroked my hair flat.

He hummed appreciatively, "say my name again princess."

I thinned my lips, securing my hold around him, "Taehyung"

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Me and Tae had talked for a little while before our eyes got heavy, we decided to go and get Yeontan before any of us fell asleep, of course avoiding his parents whilst sneaking out of the house.

Kiran smiled at the sight of us together, Yeontan's tiny paws perched over my arm as I held him to my chest whilst Tae carefully scratched behind his ears, thanking Kiran as he did so.

It was nice to come in contact with a fresh face after the heavy weekend, even if that fresh face had dilated pupils, outgrowing stubble and a rosey drunk grin. I've come to learn to rely on Kiran to show up at perfect moments to paint a smile on your face, even if he was stone cold out of it.

We thanked him once more before walking 20 feet back to Taehyung's door step.

As Tae twisted the doorknob of his front door, it swung open from the inside, my mind almost instantly prepared to be faced with his mothers reptilian eyes but instead it was the chef.