FORGET-ME-NOT | kth

Chapter 40 - Promise

The car ride home was quiet, his hand holding mine while his other hand gripped the steering wheel. He occasionally kissed my hand, and I watched him, captivated. We were hesitant to speak, fearing that words might ruin the moment.

When we finally arrived at his apartment, he parked hurriedly, not bothering with precision, and turned to look at me. His eyes were filled with desire, and as his hand tightened around mine, he drew me in for a kiss.

I kissed him back, shifting on my seat to lean in as we embraced. "I missed you so much, Maya," he murmured, breathless. I kissed him more deeply, wanting to quiet him with my touch.

"Did you miss me?" he asked, his voice unexpectedly soft, almost submissive as if my answer held more weight than I realized. I didn't respond with words; instead, I kissed him again, letting my hands find their way into his long hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands. I wanted him to feel everything I couldn't quite express.

"I missed you too, Taehyung. I missed you so much," I finally whispered when we broke apart for air. His hands gently cupped my face, pulling me even closer as if the space between us was unbearable. The car's seating grew more uncomfortable with every passing moment, the tight space quickly became cluttered with too many obstacles—too many things keeping us apart.

With a frustrated sigh, he leaned back slightly, his eyes scanning my face as if searching for some sort of permission. His gaze flickered between my lips and my eyes, the unspoken question lingering in the air. I felt the same urgency, the same desire to close the gap between us, to erase the physical barriers that, though seemingly minor, were frustratingly persistent.

"We should go inside," he whispered, his voice low and strained.

I nodded, my breath shaky as I reluctantly pulled away from him, fumbling for the door handle. The cool night air hit me as I stepped out of the car, but it did nothing to ease the growing heat inside me. Taehyung was beside me in an instant, his hand finding mine again as he led me toward the entrance of the apartment.

The walk up to the elevator felt like an eternity, each step increasing the tension between us.

The elevator doors slid open, and before they closed again, we found ourselves kissing, not giving a fuck about the surveillance camera. As soon as it reached his floor and the doors opened, we quickly pulled apart.

By the time we reached his door, I could barely keep my hands off him. He fumbled with the keys, his usually steady hands trembling slightly. When the door finally swung open, we barely made it inside before we were on each other again.

The moment the door closed behind us, his lips were on mine, urgent and needy, his hands sliding to my waist, pulling me against him. We stumbled together through the narrow hallway, our movements uncoordinated.

As we reached the living room, He gently pushed me against the wall, his lips leaving mine only to trace the line of my jaw, then down to my neck. My fingers gripped the fabric of his shirt, desperate to hold on to something as his touch sent shivers down my spine. Every kiss, every touch, felt like a reaffirmation of everything we had missed, everything we had longed for in each other's absence.

"You have no idea how much I've missed you," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot and heavy. I could only respond by pulling him closer, letting every touch convey that I felt the same.

"I want you," I whispered against his lips, and he kissed me deeply, his lips moving with a fervor that matched my own. His hands gripped my shoulders, grounding me in the moment.

Slowly, his hands traced their path down from my shoulders to my neck, his touch both gentle and warm. His fingers lingered for a moment, feeling the curve of my collarbone before moving up to cup my face. Every touch sent a jolt of electricity through me, making me cling to him even more desperately.