My possessive husband

Chapter 19

Taehyung's POV

My heart faltered the moment my eyes fell on him.

He looked eighteen at that moment, just like the day I saw him first.

The top showed his ninety degree shoulders so beautifully, any man would drool over them. His short skirt giving a perfect view of his long slender legs could make any man go on his knees for him.

His slow strides towards me made the whole thing more surreal. His long black hair falling freely behind his back and a few strands covering his face made him more mesmerizing.

My eyes roamed on his body like a shameless person but I can assure you, never in my life I have stared at a living being like him.

He stopped right before me, eyes fixed to the ground, avoiding my heated stare at any cost. The slight tremble of hid body and bare legs didn't go unnoticed by me. Is it because of the cold breeze or his fear towards me?

The moment I stretched my fingers to intertwine his soft ones with mine, he flinched making my fear come true.

I make her afraid.

I could feel a shiver run down his body at the slightest touch, yet he refused to meet my eyes.

With a heavy heart, I led him to our car while I hoped for this to go well.

He didn't make a single sound the whole ride, except for a audible gasp when my fingers brushed his soft creamy thigh that was tempting me from the very moment my eyes fell on him to touch and I kept it there.

Jungkook's POV

It was such a wrong decision to wear this outfit today.

His fingers made circles on my bare thigh every once in a while making me all red and shiver.

Where are we going anyway??

My eyes widened the moment the car halted in front of a beautiful little summer house.

As always, my side of the door was opened by him and my hands in his.

Without a word, he led me inside and I found myself in an awe.

"We will be staying here for a few hours."

Fine by me.

As I hadn't given a reply, his hand squeezed my already bruised hand and I replied a meek "okay".

"Let's go."

His footsteps were fast but got slow once he noticed I was stumbling to match his pace.

We stood before a movie theatre with popcorn and ice cream ready for us, a movie already playing on the 100-inch tv.

Don't we have a same theatre at home?? Did I just say home? Weird.

"Let's watch together."

We both sat on the same sofa while the movie Mr&Mrs Smith played on the screen.

Every once in a while, I could feel his eyes on me. His hand never left my thigh while watching the whole movie.

The ending credits were being shown while his eyes were focusing on me fully. I tried to ignore his unblinking stare at me but failed to do so.

Not knowing what to do, I opted to leave but his hand held mine as he brought me on his lap.

I squirmed to get up but only for him to wrap his hands around my waist as he nestled his face on my neck from behind.