Dark Embrace ||KTH FF||

💜A Night With Him💜

The night was closing in with the curtain of darkness. The rain is falling more aggressively than at its peak. The clouds were thundering outside vigorously. She unlatched her lashes as she regained her consciousness. Her vision was completely blurry and drowsy. She couldn't see anything clearly so she squeezed her eyes in order to clear her vision. Her browns wiggled in confused for a second, where is she? But everything flashing down on her mind as she come back her senses properly.

She hurriedly got up and looked her surrounding but her breath hitched when she found herself at the same place where she got back her consciousness last time. She roamed her eyes everywhere in search of him but found herself alone in his room again. She remove the duvet from her body but her eyes widened, received another surprise. She was not wearing her clothes, her clothes were changed. She was wearing a matte white shirt that reached just above her knees. She peeked inside the shirt and to her relief found that she was wearing her underwear. She gritted her teeth as to how dare he.
She was sure that he had changed her clothes because her father had told her that he used to lived alone in his mansion.

She get up from bed and scan every single thing present here and noticed the light in his room was little dim and penetrating the deadly silence with her mere presence. She took a few steps forward to find him, and her eyes went towards the small balcony present in this room where he stands. She rushed towards him, but her step stopped midway as she found him shirtless. Watching his broad and burly back, her tiny mind was filled with thousands of thoughts. She shrugged off her intimate thoughts, thinking about how ridiculous his behavior was to her at the party. She went near him, forcefully turned towards her.

"What is your intention now? Hmm, what do you think of yourself?"

She raged out, feeling that did he do something to her or not. She was herself bleary about her own thinking, but again the same thing happens, it can't be a coincidence.

"I am asking you something, now answer me, with what right did you change my clothes?"

She was waiting for his answer but he was just staring at her silently without saying any words.

"Who gave you permission to change my clothes?" Her eyes were filled with ultimate tears and longing for his answer, if he touched her inappropriately or maybe he tried something else. Even though she is living in the 21st century, still her dignity is her respect, nothing is greater than her self-respect. For a woman, her chastity is her real virtue. On which she does not want even the reflection of impurity or taintness to fall.

Many questions were knocking in her mind and somewhere she was feeling bad thinking about all this, even though she was meeting him for the second time but she never felt any sense of accusation from him. She was eagerly waiting for him to say something but instead she found him gazing at her blankly as if her words didn't affect him.

"You have done something na, haven't you" She whimpered slowly, as his silence was piercing the silence, her anxiety increased along with her nervousness but she felt as her heart about to stop as the corner of his lip tugging a upward, forming a smirk. Is he making fun of her.

Taehyung started walking closer to her, causing her to step back a bit but she found herself pressed against the wall which made taehyung smirk more wider. Now she was trapped between the wall and him. For a moment he just gazing her with his mischievous smirk and then he leaned his face closer to her.

"If I say yes I did" He huskily rasped against her lips, widened her eyes. What did he say. Did he say yes. She was processing his words, had she heard him right. Taking her reaction he again husked.

"If I say a lot has happened" She felt, her body was about to numb due to his closeness and more than his words. She came to him with great anger and passion but all her courage was drained away from the door by which he had taken possession of her. His closeness was taking her in its grip again, her body was being taken over by him as again.