He repeats your words, but there’s a slight smile on his face. “Yeah, JUST FOR TONIGHT!!!”
After a while, a beautiful young woman approaches, asking politely, "Mrs. Kim, would you mind if I borrowed your husband for a dance?"
You were surprised for a moment but quickly recover, giving her a smile. "Yes, sure."
In no time, he’s on the dance floor with her, his hand on her waist, leading her effortlessly. You watch them as they glide across the room, and something in your chest tightens. You don’t know what it is, but it doesn’t feel good.
You turn to the bartender, asking for a drink. Vodka. The burn hits your throat, but you take another shot.
You keep watching. Women after women take their turn with Taehyung as the music plays, and you can’t seem to look away. The irritation builds with each step he takes with someone else.
"Hey, Yena." Jimin’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts.
He sits beside you, eyeing your drink and pointing at it. "Can you handle this?"
"I can handle everything," you say, finishing your shot, the warmth spreading through you.
Jimin raises his brow. "He’s dancing... with other ladies. Don’t you feel like dancing?"
"Yeah, I know." You give a half-hearted shrug. "But with whom?"
"With me," Jimin replies smoothly. "He’s busy, so why not?"
He extends his hand, a playful smile on his lips.
You stare at his hand for a moment before placing yours in his. Together, you move to the dance floor. The music is soft, and Jimin guides you gently, making it easy to follow his lead. You remember how it felt dancing with him the first time.
"You remember," he says quietly, "when you danced with me at Mrs. Kim’s birthday?"
"Of course," you respond with a small chuckle. "That was the starting of how I became Mrs. Kim Yena."
After the dance, you head back to the bar for another drink. You know you’re getting drunk, but you can’t seem to stop.
The sight of Taehyung with other women keeps gnawing at you, making it impossible to pull yourself away. You continue to drink, the world around you blurring as you silently watch him.
After what feels like an eternity, Taehyung finally comes to you. "Yena, how much have you have to drink?"
"Jus-just a little bit," you slur, trying to get up but stumbling. His arms catch you before you fall.
He sighs, removing his coat and draping it over your shoulders. Then, without a word, he lifts you into his arms, carrying you in bridal style out of the ballroom. Jimin watching you with a smile as he sees Taehyung carries you out.
In the car, Taehyung buckles you into the passenger seat, his face tight with frustration.
"Let me g-go... Tae," you mumble. "I want another drink."
"You’ve had enough," he replies firmly, his eyes focused on the road. "And you were dancing with Jimin, huh?"
Your hazy mind catches onto his tone, and you snap back. "Don’t act like you weren’t dancing with countless women!"
You pull off his coat, letting it fall onto the seat beside you.
After the car ride, you feel the world spin slightly, the vodka still clouding your senses. Before you can even try to stand, Taehyung is there, lifting you into his arms again, your legs too unsteady to manage on your own. The elevator ride to your floor is a blur, but you keep your arms wrapped around his neck the whole time, holding on as if you don’t want to let go.
When the door opens to the penthouse, Taehyung walks inside, setting the keys down on the table with one hand while keeping you securely against him with the other. As he lowers you to your feet, his hands slide around your waist, steadying you. You still don’t release him, your arms tight around his neck, as if holding onto him is the only thing keeping you grounded.
"Do you know you're pissing me off?" You ask, your words slightly slurred but filled with frustration.
Taehyung smirks, his voice calm as he replies, "I know. And I'm liking it... as much as you like testing my patience."
"This isn’t what you're supposed to do," you mumble, trying to sound stern, though you can’t quite muster the energy.
"Then what am I supposed to do?" he challenges, pulling you closer, his breath warm against your skin.
Your fingers find their way to his hair, lazily playing with the strands. The vodka has you feeling light, reckless.
You're no longer sober, and no longer responsible for your actions. You find yourself whispering,
"Act like a good husband."
He laughs softly, the sound almost mocking. "So, I’m supposed to act like a good husband, huh?"
His voice drops lower, teasing. "Were you jealous back there, Mrs. Kim, that those women were interested in me?"
His smirk widens, but you feel too dazed to care. Softly, you admit, "What if I am?"
A chuckle escapes his lips, and suddenly the air between you shifts.
"I can’t... not anymore."
His words barely register before his hand cups your jaw, and the other tightens around your waist as he kisses you. His lips are firm, demanding, and you aren’t surprised by it.
Instead, you find yourself kissing him back, the coat draped over your shoulders falling to the floor.
You’re both lost in the moment, the intensity of the kiss deepening. When he bites your lower lip, a small gasp escapes you, and he uses the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. He’s relentless, exploring every inch, making you dizzy with the way he’s taking control.
Your hands move on their own, finding the buttons of his shirt. You start undoing them one by one, your boldness surprising even yourself.
Taehyung pulls back just slightly, his eyes dark and amused as he asks,
"Are you sure about what you’re doing, WIFEY?"
"Yes, I am," you breathe out, your fingers still working on the buttons.
His lips find yours again, but he pauses for a second. "Are you not going to forget everything and regret this tomorrow?"
You shake your head, your voice is soft but steady.
"No. I won’t. I want... to remember everything."
Without hesitation, he sweeps you back into his arms, carrying you effortlessly upstairs as you continue unbuttoning his shirt. When you reach your room, he lays you gently on the bed, the cool sheets against your skin contrasting the heat between you two.
Taehyung pulls off his shirt, tossing it carelessly into a corner, and then he hovers over you, his lips finding yours again, more eager this time.
His hands trail along your body, fingers tracing your jaw, your neck, and the exposed parts of your back where the dress dips low. You feel a wave of pleasure wash over you as his lips leave yours, moving to your jaw, sucking gently before trailing down to your neck. He marks you there, staking his claim as his mouth works against your skin. Every place he touches feels like it’s burning, and you’re completely lost in him, in the way he’s making you feel.
You know you’ve crossed a line, but with the way his fingers are exploring your body and the way his lips are making you feel, you don’t care. You’ve surrendered to him, and there’s no turning back now.
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Idk wtf did I wrote. Don't come to me, guys. I know that I'm not good at writing this, but I just hope it's not that bad🫣😔
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