"Opposite Attracts" ||Kim Taehyung FF||

chapter 33

Taehyung's voice was strained, the question coming out huskier than he intended.  He knew he should act composed, pretend like he wasn't affected by her closeness, but his body was giving him away. 

Iris: I'm fine.

His fingers were itching to caress her sides, to pull her even closer, but he forced himself to keep them still. 
The car hit another bump and Iris shifted again, her body rubbing against his, her head bumped into his chest. Taehyung felt a shiver run down his spine. He clenched his jaw, his self-control hanging by a thread.

As Iris' head bumped against his chest, Taehyung's protective instincts instinctively took over. His hand, which had been gripping her hip, moved up without him realizing, coming to rest on her head, his fingers gently brushing through her hair. 
The action was so natural, so unthinking, it caught him off guard. But he couldn't bring himself to withdraw his hand, the feeling of her silky hair between his fingers too tempting.

Taehyung: Did you get hurt?( He whispered so noone else could hear them)

Taehyung's whispered question, barely loud enough for her to hear, sent a fresh wave of warmth through Iris. She tilted her head slightly, her cheek pressed against his chest, looking up at him. His hand on her head seemed to be absent-mindedly stroking her hair now, the gesture surprisingly soft and tender. 
She murmured a quiet 'no' in response, feeling a flutter in her chest at his concern.

Taehyung's eyes were on the road, but his mind was everywhere at once. He could feel the softness of her hair, the heat of her cheek against his chest, her warm breath gently fanning his skin. He told himself it was just a protective reflex, that he was simply making sure she was unhurt. But the truth was, he didn't want to remove his hand. The sensation of her hair beneath his fingers, the feeling of her so close to him, was too exquisite to break.

They finally arrived at university, the car pulling into the parking lot. Taehyung reluctantly removed his hand from Iris' head, the absence of her warmth leaving his palm colder than before. He swallowed, his heart still racing, his body on edge. The drive had been way too intense for his already tumultuous emotions. 

He glanced at her, his eyes trailing over her messy hair, her flushed cheeks, the way her clothes were slightly rumpled from being pressed against him. He mentally cursed himself for the effect she had on him, for the way his body reacted to her presence. He knew he should be keeping his distance, not getting so wrapped up in her, but it was getting harder and harder to resist. 
He took a slow, steady breath, trying to school his expression into something more neutral. 

Taehyung: We're here.
Iris: Yeah, I'll get off you now.

Taehyung nodded stiffly, his body already missing the feel of her on his lap. He watched as she cautiously got off, her body sliding off his with a suddenness that left him feeling cold. 
He felt disappointed, a part of him hating the sudden distance between them. But he forced himself to maintain his nonchalant facade, not letting his true feelings show.

Taehyung stepped out of the car, shutting the door behind him. His movements were more tense than usual, his mind still trying to process the chaotic mix of emotions he was feeling.He stood next to the car, watching as Iris adjusted her clothes, the sight of her ruffled appearance reminding him acutely of the way she had been pressed against him only moments ago. After some time he headed towards his bike.

Iris quickly said goodbye to Mingue, a smile on her face, before turning her attention to Taehyung, who was already heading towards his bike. 
She watched him walk away, her heart still fluttering with the memory of sitting in his lap, his muscled body beneath her, his hand in her hair. 
but before she could think much, she  called out for him.