Chapter #6 A Mistake of Confidence

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I knew I was overstepping my boundaries but I was losing patience. I lifted my arm, my fingers reaching the cloth of his button up shirt. I grabbed his collar playfully, not hard enough to seem aggressive but enough to tug his chest forward.

"Taehyung." I said, authoritatively. He didn't even flinch, he didn't give a single fuck. It was slightly disappointing. I always thought that if I even poked him that some catastrophic explosion or consequences would follow.

 I used to imagine ridiculous situations like that of a vampire touching the sun itself, thinking that my flesh would burn if I touched him.

 Yet here I was, my fingers wrapped around the collar, and...nothing...no explosion, no burning, not even a glance was spared. This information I was given almost was giving me too much power.

An invisible force tugged on the corner of my lips. An odd excitement bubbling in my stomach. I cleared my throat.

"Tae. I can call you Tae right?" I said, a smirk painted on my lips. The knowledge of being able to do anything and not have a single consequence was exhilarating. I let go of his collar. He continued to type like I wasn't even there. 

I grinned. I stood up, walking slowly behind his chair. As weird as this felt to touch him almost like we were comfortable with each other, I still couldn't help but feel an odd enjoyment in the situation.

I slung my arms around his shoulders, tightening them when my arms crossed each other. I pressed my chest to the back of his chair, my legs bending to give him a true back hug. I was even shocked with my own actions, yet I couldn't stop myself.

"Is it alright to hug you like this?" I slurred. I knew the answer to the question but I knew he wouldn't dare to say it out loud. My smile grew. I was gonna get a word out of his fucking mouth if it took me all night. 

I released my arms and pulled away from him. I thought of what else I could do. An idea sparked in my brain. Just as I began to shuffle my feet to execute my idea my confidence began to dwindle. 

I took a few steps back to reconsider. I wasn't even sure if I was bold enough to pull it off and that was saying something.

After a few seconds of remembering all the strangers I've touched, all the strangers I let touch me, the idea suddenly wasn't so scary. It'd be no different then screwing around with my clients.

 No different than screwing around with strangers. I walked hastily towards him. I didn't want to give myself time to reconsider.

 I gripped his left shoulder, pulling it backwards firmly until his back was pressed against the back of the chair. I threw my leg over his lap, situating myself over him until I gently leaned back.

I was sitting on his lap. I was sitting on this man's lap. My ears were red. I leaned forward, reaching my hands out to replace where his fingers used to be on the keyboard. 

I needed to keep myself occupied if I was going to keep my confidence. As I was leaning forwards I felt a slight flinch. My ass continued to increase pressure on his crotch.

 If I let myself think about it, I knew I'd abort the mission. I shook the thought from my head, adjusting my fingers on the keyboard. I wanted to see his facial expression so bad. I wanted to know if it changed, even just a little bit.

"How's this? You work so hard. What do you say I help you out a little bit?" I said, playfully. I glanced over the documents on his computer. My brain was given an immediate headache. I've never seen so many words on one document. 

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