"They had the whole world but all they needed was her."
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"We accept the love we think we deserve." — The Perks Of Being A Wallflower, 2012
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"TELL us everything," Jimin demanded once I entered the house after my date with Alice. Ripping my mask off, I inhaled the sweet aroma that was coming from the kitchen before staring at the brown-haired male who I saw as my younger brother. He had his arms crossed over his chest and was pinning me down with his intense eyes. I knew I wouldn't be able to evade him.
This wasn't the first time he had pounced on one of us. Yoon-gi and Jungkook told me they had experienced the same things. Jimin was second from last when it came to the date order and I knew it pained him. Still, he was happy for the rest of us.
"Okay,' I sighed, shaking my jacket off. I led us into the lounge where Taehyung and Jungkook were playing a video game. They paused it as soon as I entered.
"How did it go?" Jungkook asked, sweetly.
Lowering myself on the single armchair, I stared at the three of them, deliberately taking my time.
"Stop delaying," Tae whined, throwing a glare my way.
Chuckling, I sat back and got comfortable. "Well, it went better than I could have expected. I took her to a bookshop."
Tae scrunched his nose, not in disgust, just curiosity. "A bookshop?"
"Oh, yes," I smirked, evoking even more confusion from them. "A special bookshop."
They had no idea what I meant and I wasn't about to tell them. The time I spent with Alice was just between me and her. It was a special moment that I wanted the two of us to hold dear alone.
We had spent many hours in the shop, talking and drinking the bizarre drinks they served. At one point, I asked if Alice could read her book to me. She conceded happily. Listening to her heavenly voice was both pleasure and torture. I wanted to hear her voice at different octaves as I explored her body. The pure and raw desire I felt swirling in my system was hard to restrain.
