VENOM | TAEHYUNG

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01 : 23 am
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"I bet you're cheating-", she whispered while moving the red bead across the board. Taehyung scratched his chin,  thinking what to move next. They both sat on his bedroom floor, playing some random boardgame that he had found in the closet.

Jungkook had gone to find their father who hadn't returned home last night. Their mother was probably waiting patiently in the living room- downstairs.

"Can you just pick-", she groaned. "I can't. I'm completely lost", he was honest, making her giggle. Taehyung lift his eyes to watch her laugh under her breath. She was undeniably beautiful. His gaze lowered to her nightgown which hung off her shoulder , revealing the soft pink silk dress underneath. "Well? I think , if you move  this then you win-", she reached out for his bead but he gripped her wrist ,making her flinch. "Don't you want to win?", she raised a brow. "Come here -", he tugged on her hand and she swiftly moved over the boardgame , straddling his lap as he leaned against the cold wall.

His hands squeezing her waist as she dipped her head , kissing his lips before he could even make the first move. Her arms curl around his neck and her hips rock against his growing erection. Taehyung loved the feel of the silk as he glide his hands up and down her back before hiking up the dress and playing around with the waistband of her lace panties.

"You're trying to look sexy for him?", he broke the kiss. Anastasia breathed heavily, slowly shaking her head. Cheeks burning red as he raised a brow. "Then what's all this for?", he ran his index over her collarbone. "For myself-", she swallowed hard as he pushed the gown off her shoulders, pulling her closer and planting feather kisses on her skin. "You're fucking gorgeous-", he whispered into her ear. "Yeah?", she kissed his cheek and he smiled. He took her hand in his - bringing it up to his lips and kissing each of her little fingers.

"Cute-", she giggled. Taehyung continues to trail kisses along her palm ,down to her wrist which had a scar from the attempted suicide. He pressed his lips to the scar and she watched him closely. He seemed content with just kissing parts of her body. "Are we not having sex?", she whispered and he made eye contact. "Not today baby", he reached up , stroking her cheek. "Are you okay?", she asked . "Just - alittle off", he finally admit and she felt her heart ease alittle. "Do you wanna talk about it?", he shook his head and she nod , wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him close to her chest. He held her around her torso - burying his face in her neck.

"It's okay", she whispered, scratching his scalp. "It's okay to feel miserable. The world has fucked us over-", she kissed the top of his head , his hair tickling her nose. "I know the feeling of not having supportive parents. I mean , I don't even have siblings yet they treat me like shit", she scoffed , pulling away to look into his dull eyes. "I'm not siding with jungkook ", she whispered. "I just want to know if you two can fix whatever is broken", her question made him furrow his brows.

Their relationship was not broken. It was shattered. The pieces blown away throughout the years. Distance had divided them and they grew into their own type of men. Jungkook showing his kindness yet having some darkness hidden and taehyung unleashing his demons ,  he didn't give a fuck who he hurt because no one saved him from drowning in pain. No one was there for him. He turned to darkness for comfort and he watered his soul without a ray of sunlight and thus becoming the heartless man he is today.

He was proud of himself.

"Taehyung-", she whispered and he snapped out of his prison mind. "Yes?", he looked up at her. "Fuck me-", she breathed. He blinked, trying to comprehend if he heard correct. But - she didn't have to ask twice. He stood,  lifting her along with him. She chuckled as he locked the room door then set her down on the dresser. Tucking his hands under her thighs - he dragged her closer , crashing their lips together. Her fingers skim underneath his shirt, touching his toned stomach while he dropped his pants to the floor.