|| Boy With Love || - kth.ksj

[ iv ]

[ WARNING: Hint of Kidnapping & Abduction, Smoking. ]

"Taehyung?"

"Go inside, Seokjin.", he answers me softly, eyes focused on the dawn sky painted in shades of saffron and grey, his forearms resting on the edge of the balcony while one of them holds a cigarette in between its fingers.

I stand there for some time, not sure about what to do, before quietly padding towards him.

"I said go inside, will you stop being a brat for once?", he scoffs, eyes still away from me. I scowl at him.

A noise of disapproval leaves his mouth as I snatch the half finished cigarette from his hand.

"Seokjin.", softly, he snakes his arm around my waist, tugging me into his space in a way as if he owns me.

Which he does.

"Don't be stubborn.", he tries to take the cigarette back from my hand and I resist.

"You don't need it.", I decide, extinguishing it against the fence while Taehyung doesn't show a single ounce of struggle to take it back from me anymore.

The smallest, most subtle smile makes its way around his alluring lips when I look up at him.

I lean in to kiss him, caressing those soft, petal like lips with mine, tasting the strong bitterness of smoke.

He caresses my waist, down to my hips where the burn and bruise of his teeth is still fresh on my skin.

I hum, my tongue teasing at the edge of his mouth as I seek permission to venture inside.

Taehyung sucks at my wet flesh instead, this annoyingly smug bastard!

I writhe in between his arms, moaning and whining as he deepens the kiss, drowning in me and making me breathless.

"Tae-ah-", I whine against his lips, quite hopelessly because if there's anything I've learned after spending a whole night with him, it is the fact that he is absolutely, unapologetically merciless.

My entire body and soul stands as a proof of that.

His hands slide downwards behind me, halting at the seam of the shirt I have on.

He pulls away almost immediately, "What are you wearing?", he asks, not really waiting for my answer as he steps back and finally sees me.

"You hadn't noticed yet?", my head tilts sideways while I get closer to him yet again, circling my arms around his neck.

Taehyung laughs, shaking his head in disbelief, the softness of his rectangular smile melting into the look of a hungry wolf pretty soon.

"You know exactly what to do, don't you, my little slut?", he sneaks a hand inside the shirt, skimming his fingers along my spine right from the middle of my back to the swell of my ass.

"Wearing my shirt... and wearing only this. What are you upto, you minx?"

I find myself almost panting under his chin. Nuzzling at his jaw, I murmur timidly.

"You aren't mad at me for coming here, right?"

I look up at Taehyung, threading my fingers with his hair as he frowns.

"Is that how I've made you feel?", one of his hands goes up to the small of my back, pulling me flush against his warm chest.

Staring at his eyes, I shake my head. "You have been so good to me.", I say with all my honesty. And it was true.

He has made me feel things that I have never felt before. But its just...

"Its just that-", I stutter, "You were upset after seeing me. I thought I'm not- I mean to be honest, I actually kind of invited myself here."