Idol's Wife

Chapter : 12

Jayti's Pov

As Taehyung's lips met mine, a surge of electricity shot through my entire body, catching me completely off guard. His touch was both gentle and demanding, sending waves of warmth cascading through me as I melted into the kiss.

At first, I was overwhelmed by the suddenness of his actions, my mind struggling to keep up with the whirlwind of emotions swirling within me. But as his kiss deepened, all thoughts and doubts faded away, replaced by a heady rush of desire that consumed me completely.

The sensation of his lips moving against mine was unlike anything I had ever experienced before - soft yet insistent, tender yet passionate. With each brush of his lips, I felt myself falling deeper under his spell, unable to resist the magnetic pull drawing us together.

And when he gently sucked on my bottom lip, a shiver of pleasure raced through me, sending tingles of excitement dancing along my skin. It was a subtle yet intoxicating gesture, igniting a firestorm of sensation that left me breathless and wanting more.

But amidst the whirlwind of passion, there was also a flicker of uncertainty gnawing at the edges of my mind. I couldn't help but wonder what this kiss meant - whether it was just a fleeting moment of desire or the beginning of something deeper and more profound.

As we finally pulled away, our breaths mingling in the air, I found myself struggling to make sense of the emotions swirling within me. The kiss had been nothing short of electrifying, stirring feelings within me that I had never dared to acknowledge before.

But as I met Taehyung's gaze, I saw a glimmer of understanding reflected in his eyes - a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken connection that had formed between us in that fleeting moment. And as we stood there, our hearts racing and our breaths coming in ragged gasps, I couldn't help.

As we stood there, the weight of our impulsive kiss hanging heavy in the air, I couldn't help but feel a swirl of conflicting emotions coursing through me. Part of me wanted to retreat, to bury the intensity of what had just happened and pretend it never occurred. But another part of me yearned to lean in closer, to lose myself in the warmth of Taehyung's embrace once more.

But before I could gather my thoughts, the room erupted into a flurry of movement and whispers. The other members of BTS looked on with wide-eyed astonishment, their expressions a mix of shock and curiosity.

Taehyung, ever the master of composure, attempted to diffuse the tension with a feeble explanation. "I... uh, well, you know how we have to kiss at the end of the ceremony," he stammered, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness. "I just thought... why not practice now?"

His words hung in the air, leaving an awkward silence in their wake. I bit my lip, unsure of how to respond. On one hand, his explanation made sense - after all, we were expected to perform a convincing display of affection during our upcoming fake marriage ceremony. But on the other hand, the raw intensity of our kiss had stirred something within me that I couldn't ignore.

As the seconds ticked by, I felt a familiar sense of unease settling over me. Despite Taehyung's attempts to downplay the significance of our kiss, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to it than just a simple practice run. And as I glanced around the room, meeting the curious gazes of my bandmates, I realized that I wasn't the only one grappling with uncertainty.

As Jennie stormed out of the room, her departure punctuated by the slam of the door behind her, the tension in the air seemed to thicken. The atmosphere grew heavy with unspoken words and unanswered questions, each of us grappling with our own thoughts and emotions in the wake of her sudden exit.

I watched her go, a pang of guilt gnawing at my insides. I couldn't shake the feeling that I had somehow betrayed her trust, that my impulsive actions had only served to deepen the rift between us.