𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘 || 𝐊.𝐓𝐇

𝟒 𖥸 𝐌𝐑. 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑

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I shift in bed, groggily sitting up in a lazy position. I'm hunched over with my eyes shut. Bringing my hands to my face, I wipe the stuck hair away from my lips, easing my heavy eyelids open.

Once I do, I narrow my eyes when glancing at the room.

Where the fuck am I?

Glancing around the bright room, I lean over the bed. My discarded dress is abandoned on the floor next to my heels and my watch is placed on the nightstand. Glimpses of last night flash through my mind.

Namjoon traded me. I went on a long-ass, car ride and decided to stay the night here.

My hand flies to my wrist, sighing in relief when I notice the bracelet is still there. My eyes shut, holding my wrist close to my chest protectively. It's the only item valuable to me.

After a few seconds, I reach for the watch off the nightstand. I attach it around my wrist and hide the priceless bracelet.

Standing from the comfortable bed, I slide on the dress I wore last night.

Once I'm dressed, I open the bedroom door. I peek outside and glance down the long hallway. It's deserted.

The hall is shadowy with the lack of lights, the walls are painted a dark grey, and the carpet is the shade of a lusty red, which if it was picked by Taehyung makes sense.

"No one's here," I mumble, stepping out into the hallway. It's too quiet.

Instead of walking down the way I came last night, I go to the left to the end of the hall.

Taehyung didn't say where the kitchen was, but I have a hunch it's downstairs near the front. Right now, I want to look around some. This hall seems empty anyway.

My bare feet seep into the soft carpet. I glance forward and see four doors down the rest of the hall. There's a massive window at the end of the walkway.

Walking forward, I inspect the doors, but they're all shut. I turn around heading downstairs, but right before I do, I glimpse again at the door to my side. The door is barely open, and a soft light shines through the crack of the entrance.

I momentarily think this is Taehyung's room but remember he walked in the other direction the last I saw of him.

I bend and peek through the tiny crack. I lean forward, eyes raking over the room on the other side. Upon first glance, it's empty, but a sound captures my ears.

"Fuck..." a voice murmurs from the other side-one that's driven by pleasure. The voice is masculine and moans lightly from inside the room.

I shift in my position until I spot the person. His back is to me, and I'm unable to catch sight of his face. But I do notice something else.

It's the perfect view of him. He's sitting in a red and black gamer chair. His hair is black, his shirt is off, and his small sighs are music to my ears. My gaze drifts to what's in his hand, exposed right there for the whole world to see.

His hand is wrapped around his erection, stroking himself slowly. Quiet groans echo in the room, barely making it to my ears, but every sinful sound travels to me. While he continues to jerk himself, he starts to speak.