A popular South Korean boy band meet a publicist and photographer duo in Los Angeles who run the entertainment industry behind the scenes. Between lust at first sight and love at first fight, the septet find out how unpredictable love and life is in...
Tae jumped into Ru's bed relishing the comfort of her pillowtop firm mattress. Briefly noticing for a moment the bed was disheveled he paid it no mind. The only thing on his mind was the alone time they'd finally have.
Different aromas swirled through the air. Everything from strawberries to notes of bergamot, vanilla, amber, and even whiskey. Oh, does my angel drink whiskey? Tae smiled and slid further under her comforter. All he could imagine was the rest of his life like this. Nights in bed together after a long day of being V. With her he'd just be Kim Tae.
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"Ru!!! Come on! I'm tired! And I need my cuddle bear NOW!" Tae yelled playfully.
"Right fucking now angel..." Tae whispered mischievously to himself.
Ru felt each footstep in her throat as she buttoned her flannel shirt that Namjoon just had his hands all over. Before she could even rehash what had happened she was met by the brightest carefree smile. Taehyung looked like a dream wrapped in the canvas that was her white bedspread.
"Ahh. There you are. Come here." Tae ordered in his sweet yet demanding voice.
"Are you always this needy?" Ru scoffed.
"I am." He nodded sweetly. "Lose the attitude too."
"Hmmm." She smirked catching his remark. Was the attitude warranted? Or was is residue of Namjoon's confusion? Tae gave her no time to answer. She barely noticed he'd lunged off the bed as he swooped her up from the middle of the room. Wrapping her in his arms he walked her backwards to the edge of the bed sitting her down gently.
Towering over her Tae enjoyed how small she appeared. Small and dangerous. He leaned in his face inches from hers as he toyed with her flannel shirt. Scanning her face he studied her features like a Van Gogh painting.
Exquisite. Sharp. Full. Sensitive. Painful. Graceful. His lips captured her jawline as he planted soft kisses down her neck. Inhaling her scent he pulled back to catch her eyes. He noticed a slight state of unrest in her body language.
"I think you should sleep. You've had a long couple of days." Mischief sat in his dark eyes. He didn't want sleep. No, he wanted to make love to her so intensely that time would stand still for them. So vigorously that she'd never leave him. He wanted Ru to see stars firework in the back of her eyes just the same way he wanted to hear art come from her mouth while he made art come alive between her legs.
Mixed emotions of lust and contentment tore through him. If Tae's desire was lava spurting from a volcano then Ru was the ocean he was slowly cooled by.
"Tae, I need to tell you something." She debated telling Taehyung about Namjoon but felt it was necessary. Normally keeping secrets was a key element to her professional abilities but carrying them into her personal relationships was a hard line she refused to cross.
