Kept

Yours

Jisung POV

My heart was slamming in my chest so hard I could hardly breathe. My finger nails caught on the expensive fabric of my slacks, rolling the material between my fingers, picking. My feet danced in place as I sat in the passenger seat of Minho's Camaro as he drove us... somewhere. "The cottage" he'd informed me as he'd held my car door for me upon leaving the chapel. Seungmin, Changbin, his brothers and Brother Namjoon had seen us off, waving and smiling- sending as many positive thoughts our direction as they could while secretly keeping an eye out that nobody else saw us.

Minho's car windows were darkly tinted, and though it was known as his vehicle- there was no telling who his passenger was. We were as safe as we could be on our secret journey. 

It was odd, I thought, looking at him as he drove- being so deeply connected to this person who I barely knew. I had no words to explain the intense connection we had formed so quickly, leading to him being my lover.

No. Not my lover.

My husband.

I was married.

"What will father think? An abomination..." the little spiteful voice chimed in my brain. I gritted my teeth against it, refusing to engage. I had married Minho in part to escape my father's clutches- the future he'd planned for me as an obedient son who would marry the girl he chose and fathered however many worthy children he wanted me to have.

Don't misinterpret it though. I married Minho because I was, without a doubt, completely in love with him. I didn't even know his favorite color, or what he liked to eat. I knew of his family only what Binnie and Seungmin had taught me, and that his father loved him deeply. Enough to make it legal and binding for him to married a man, who would inherit the title of Queen.

A man, I remembered suddenly, that was me.

I swallowed heavily, chewing my bottom lip, nervous. I knew where he was taking me... in a sense. The cottage itself was a mystery, but what awaited me there was not. He would expect... things.

He would expect to consummate the marriage- the final act to make it completely legal, fully real. An act I would have previous found... distasteful- regardless of the fact of both of us being men. Sex had always been... Unnecessary to me. But as my eyes raked over his profile, his flawless golden skin glowing from the sun streaming through the windshield, I started to understand the appeal. His jaw ticked as I watched him, a hint of a smirk drawing the corner of his mouth up.

He knew I was looking at him. I almost looked away, embarrassed, but instead I jutted my chin out, blinking once, long- enough to steady myself. My left hand reached out, my fingers touching the stark white silk, the material cool against my skin. I let my hand move down over his arm toward the cuff of his jacket, toying with the exquisite cufflink at his wrist. It was white gold, a large diamond set in the middle, ringed with sapphires. The Lee family colors, once again.

Our family colors.

My skin crawled... buzzing with a strangely ferocious sense of want. I wanted him to touch me, like he had in that exact car the night before. I wanted to feel his mouth against mine. I wanted my hands threaded through his soft brown locks; our chests pressed together. I wanted to taste his skin on my tongue, warm, and musky.

"Holy Gods." I realized.

I wanted him to bed me. I had never felt that way before.