She's an American songwriter living in South Korea. He's one of the biggest idols on Earth. When they meet, sparks fly - but can they overcome past traumas, and find a happy ending?
A Kim Taehyung fanfic.
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I give Tae the house tour, and he declares the place perfect for the Bangtan party pad. "We've never really had a party pad with girls there! This is a first!" he says, as I show him the master suite. "I think this means that we're rock stars now!"
I laugh at him. "You're definitely rock stars, love! Oh, but I'm not a girl, Kim Taehyung-shi. I'm just your coworker!"
"Ah, is it a sexy role-play?" he asks, biting his lower lip at me. He leans down and says in his deep-and-sexy voice, "So we find ourselves alone, together, here in this desert town, Ms. Coworker!"
The 'alone, together' almost makes me laugh, but I keep it together. "It's so dangerous when coworkers come to Vegas alone, together," I purr into his ear.
"Yes. I've been staring at you over the donuts in our staff meetings for months, but I never dared to say a word. But now here we are, in Las Vegas, for the Mussel Shuckers International Convention. It's like a dream!"
I start to giggle, but stifle it. "And I've been watching you, wanting you. The way your necktie hangs just a little to the left all the time," I pant and tweak an imaginary tie. "It makes me wonder what else might hang that way!" I reach down and cup his man bits.
"And how your round breasts fill out your mussel shucking apron! Full and luscious like twin shellfish in a bag!" He caresses my chest.
I moan. "How many nights have I dreamed of the look on your face, as you reached into the box in the breakroom and took the last packet of instant coffee right in front of me. So commanding. So implacable. Oh, please, Albert, take me! Take me like a serving of Maxim!"
"Yes! Oh, yes! Shuck my mussels, Janice!" he begs, and I completely lose it, laughing so hard that I fall on the floor.
"Janice?" I ask him, holding my stomach.
"Yes, like that "Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas" song, Birdie! 'It's the hope of Janice and Jen'" he sings, grinning at me and offering me a hand up.
"Oh, right! 'A doll that can talk and some mussels to shuck is the hope of Janice and Jen'! I remember now." I giggle. "It sounds even funnier in English, doesn't it? 'Mussels to shuck' - ha!"
He looks at me quizzically. "Muscles?" he asks, flexing his bicep.
I smile. "The words sound the same in English. 홍합 and 근육."
"Ah, I see. But Birdie, I'm not sure this role playing thing is really working like it's supposed to."
I laugh again. "Hmm, no, it seems to have run directly off the rails, right away. It was hilarious, though!" I cup his cheek with my hand and grin at him. "But not sexy at all. What are we going to do about it?"
"Hmm... How about if we role play as a Korean singer and his gorgeous American girlfriend, who secretly meet in Las Vegas to have hot sex?" he purrs, biting his lower lip at me.
