FILTHY INFATUATION [KTH]

31 FILTHY INFATUATION

Past

31| "Cuddle and punches" 

Taehyung wasn't happy when he opened his eyes in the morning. First, the damn sun rays slammed his eyes because Nina had probably left her window curtains open. There was a scowl melded to his face as he sniffed his t-shirt, inhaling the hint of strawberry incense clinging to him, embedding in every fiber of his being.  

For a brief moment, he snuggled on Nina's bed, fisting her sheet and burying his face in her pillow like an obsessed freak. He enjoyed her stupid strawberry fragrance. . . It was his favorite fruit. Heaving a loud sigh and half-heartedly, he walked to his bedroom.

The memories of last night — him waking up from the nightmare and sneaking into her bedroom— came crashing down to tumble him into the pit of misery. Seeking her warmth and refuge wasn't on Taehyung's to-do list, sleeping in her arms as if he was in a fucking coma wasn't on his to-do list either. Now, she had seen him in his most vulnerable shape; he didn't know how to face her. 

Nina held him the whole night. So softly, so kindly, it ached Taehyung at the depths of his chest for some reason. 

And why did Nina leave him alone on the bed? That was rude of her. They could wake up seeing each other first thing in the morning with tangled limbs and warmth swathing their bodies. Taehyung huffed, splashing water on his face as he glared at his bathroom mirror. The thumping under his chest worsened as he whacked his chest, creating a faint ache around his skin. The mere thought of her was fastening the beat of his heart as if an earthquake had taken over his ribcage. 

"Why did I go to her room? For what? Because I was trembling like a cat, my nightmare got into my head and I was lacking human warmth? Because I was lonely, sad, and terrible at comforting myself? Are you out of your mind Kim Taehyung? Last time I checked she isn't a heater. . . Nina the human heater." He chuckled, amusement slicking his tone as he walked out of his bedroom. When he reached the kitchen, he expected Nina to be there like usual helping others.

"Now, she must be feeling so smug, gosh!" Taehyung groaned, sensing the humiliation running over him like a bulldozer. When he peeked inside the kitchen, she was nowhere to be seen with the other staff. Ruffling his already messy hair, he decided to search all over the mansion. If she was thinking to hide from him— silly of her, Nina was certainly wrong, he was determined to catch her sooner or later. 

Taehyung's feet halted, and his head snapped when the faint melody caught her attention. The music was coming out of the gym, compelling his feet to follow. Soon, he found himself standing at the entrance of the gym. The sight alone banged all the air out of his system. There she was, lost in her world and blurring the reality for Taehyung.

With heat surging through his core, Taehyung's mouth wide open and he watched her twirling on her feet, letting her body move like noiseless water. 

"Wake up boy." Taehyung slapped himself to get out of her trance.

No use, he was too drowned in her salacious movements, the rise and dip of her breasts, the faint flutter of her lashes, the delicate smile on her lips. A thick bead of sweat trailed down the side of her face and fell on her collarbone. Taehyung couldn't snatch his gaze away from her. 

Delicately swaying her hips, she matched the melody filling every crevice of her being. Nina parted her legs, the movement was nearly fragile as gracefully she jumped like a ballerina and landed on her feet. Her peach-colored dress swished, her hair restlessly leafed in the air as the aura she was imitating was so calm, so agile and grounded, Taehyung was damn sure his breaths had been robbed. Her whole existence was a moment, a healer and Taehyung was trapped in her for eternity, torn into intoxicated pieces.