"Taehyung-"
"Now, I want you to get something into that pretty little head of yours..."
"You. Are. Mine."
He's fighting for her while she's having a battle of her own.
Most fairytales had happy endings...
But after all the lies is there...
It's seven am, and I'm up and working, while I should be cuddled up against my boyfriend in bed. But I'm feeling energetic, we went to bed early last night because Tae was jet-lagged. He was so tired, he passed out as soon as we climbed into bed. I stayed up a little longer than him, playing with his soft hair, and gazing at our promise rings. He had our names engraved inside them, my name on his and his name on mine. So cute.
Lucky for me, drawing is not taking as much time when I'm working on the IPad. I thought I would find it hard to draw the designs, but with the concept being relatable, I'm doing just fine.
I was so immersed in my centerpiece, that I didn't notice Tae coming down. He pulled my hair to the side and set his head in the crook of my neck. His actions make me shiver. "Good morning", I tame his messy hair and he looks at me with half-closed eyes.
"Why did you leave bed?", he rasps and my heart rate fastens at the sexiness of his voice. "I'm working", I state matter of factly. He glimpses at the IPad and nods his head yawning. How can someone be so fucking hot and so freaking adorable at the same time? That's unfair to my poor heart.
"Go back to sleep baby, it's still early", I can see that he's still sleepy. He sits on the couch and tries to keep his eyes open. I can't see him suffer like that, I pat my thigh and he lays his head on it and hugs my waist. As he tugs on my waist my top is constantly slipping off, I glance at him and find him smirking. This man.
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"Mr. Kim, what are you doing?", I question him authoritatively.
"What are you talking about? I'm trying to sleep", he acts innocent. The little devil.
"Sleep huh? Not trying to tug my top off?", I raise a brow at him.
"Who? Me? I only want to sleep."
"Mhmm", I see right through his lies but focus back on my work. He traces some shapes on my exposed skin and I'm trying to stay concentrated on my work. Guess what? I'm failing. Now, he's playing with my hair, twirling it with his fingers. I look at him and he's staring at me. He moves on to pinching me now, I ignore him the first few times but then I whimper when he pinches me hard, I think it left a mark. I frown at him and he glares back.
"You're not giving me attention", he shrugs and my eyes widen.
"Weren't you going to sleep?"
"You didn't give me a good morning kiss either", he defends. This man.
I set my IPad on the coffee table and climb on top of him. He's taken off-guard by my sudden action and I press my lips to his. I caress his cheeks and deepen our kiss, while he explores my curves with his sinful hands. I'm getting hotter by the second, and he flips us so that he's the one in control. This is escalating, and I'm loving every second of it. He grabs the hem of my top and was going to pull it off, if the doorbell didn't ring, announcing that someone came. Fuck.
