|| 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 || 𝐊.ᴛʜ

[28]

Yn's breath hitched, feeling a mixture of anxiety and nervousness. Taehyung reached his hand to the strap of her dress to remove it. He was desperate at this point, totally blinded by his own desire to care for her consent. 

"N-no.." Yn finally managed to protest, his actions halted with a low growl. He controlled the venom inside him before speaking. "Just..just relax and let me continue!" His voice desperate. Yn shooked her head, her eyes filled with uncertainty and fear. "No.. p-please.." 

His patience level on it's peak by her constant denial. His eyes bored into her soul, hungry with desire. He wasn't going to back away, not when his body has already taken over his mind. 

Ignoring away her plea, he abruptly leaned in placing more kisses on her neck. He was too much drawn by his lust to notice what he was actually doing or going to do. 

Otherside, Yn felt her heart thumping louder. His actions making her vulnerable. Her mind went blank, not knowing what to do at that moment. But, one thing was clear that she wasn't ready, not yet.

He pinned her hands above her head, while leaving hickies all over her neck. She whimpered. He pulled away slightly looking at her eyes as she mumbled ."p-please stop.." her voice barely audible. Nevertheless he continued, his expressions stoic. His bare chest pressed against hers, as he leaned closer. There was no space left between them. He closed the only distance by smashing his lips on hers. The kiss tender. 

As always Yn didn't responded and stayed frozen. His one hand pinned her hands above her head and another one came across her waist carrasing them. 

But then, 
The silence in the room broke; when the phone ringing sound echoed inside.

Their intense moment got interrupted by the sound. Taehyung unwillingly parted from the kiss, letting out a growl. A pissed look on his face. 

Yn gasped for air after the kiss, Taehyung tried to ignore the phone call nuzzling into her neck. But it was buzzing constantly making him groan in frustration. "Who's this idiot now!" He mumbled. 

His gaze met her soft and fearful one, his eyes still dark with lust, "Stay still, I'll be back" He spoke curtly, the tension in the air sensible. He got up reluctantly before walking towards the table where his phone was kept.

As soon he gets off from the couch, she took a relief breath, her heart still racing by the earlier sensation. Taehyung took the call ready to snap at the person. "How many times I told you don't call me at this hour" He growled. Other side of the phone, his manager Jackson gulped before replying fearfully, "S-sir, i-i'm sorry-" Taehyung didn't let him finish as he said, "just spit it already!" He massaged his templates in frustration. 

 Meanwhile, Yn slowly sat down on the couch fixing her dress. She gazed down, her heart still beating faster as she clutched the side of her dress. She slowly took a glance of him, talking in call as always arrogantly.