His grip on that glass of champagne suddenly lost its strength; if not for his fast reflexes, he would indeed have dropped it down. Watching you entering the aisle to give your vows to another man was a bullet to his heart which he painfully took.
"...
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"Fine! Feeling a bit horny, you miss something rough and raw, it has been so long, and no one did the job correctly. I get you, so let's get to it. I've never been one to spit on the food either."
You winced as you felt his firm grip around your waist, pulling you in. No gentleness was arrayed; his moves were raw, sinful, and toxic. You've been left with no time to protest, let alone time to speak about matters of high importance and, maybe, matters that were the main subject of your presence in his residence, to begin with.
He was hungry but wasn't on a hunt, yet somehow, you became his prey, his delicious meal, which he was more than delighted to devour. The metallic flavor that had ambushed your taste buds in counted seconds after his attack distracted your mind; it restricted the normal flow of your thoughts and held you captive in the middle of a dangerous intersection; to your right, putting a fight only to force him to stop, and to your left, simply admitting to his, and maybe yours as well burning desires.
Whatever decision you were about to take, it was a no-brainer.
You were under the influence of many substances, your medications combined with alcohol were already exposing you to danger and turning you into one, and to top it all off, his smell, his breath, the sweetness of his mouth, which you could not forget even for a second, did not exactly help improve your chances of survival, if not worsen them with the thickening of the clock.
"Stop." You finally regained control over your hands; you broke free from the kiss that almost took your breath away in the word's literal meaning. He stood a few feet away from his desk into which he had you pinned earlier, licking his bottom lip while his thumb was taking care of the remaining lipstick on his mouth, "you're insane. I don't even know what I expected from you after everything you've done, fuck...I swear I'm hopeless".
You stroked your fingers through your hair, trying to ease the frustration that was screaming louder and louder inside you, you'd done your utmost in many contests tonight, and you deserved the credit for your efforts which couldn't go denied, but wouldn't you better off at home away from all this? Creating unfruitful situations was never something to be praised for; you should have known better.
"Easy there, now I don't want you using heavy words," Taehyung brought back the sound to the room with his words as he was searching inside the cabinet for his favorite bottle of bourbon. You weren't sure what he was about and couldn't read him. You could only see his broad shoulders as he was busy adding ice cubes to his drink, "expectations? Do you really wanna know how those expectations you so love were broken to shutters before my eyes?"
" Instead of throwing rocks from behind the window, come at me, clean Taehyung. What's your problem exactly?" You may have thought this question would come out in a peaceful tone. It even surprised you that you screamed every word, making it your mission to get your voice to echo in the empty house.
