Blackmail

Blackmail 2

"Put more on the grill." You whine at your friends, you're a little greedy at this point and a little tipsy. You and your friends were at a nearby barbeque restaurant in the city having pork belly and alcohol for your last night before travelling away to London for the tour.

"You need to stop eating." Luna slaps your hand down so you drop the tongs and your pair of chopsticks. "You're going to get sick and we have a flight to catch tomorrow night."

You roll your eyes and hold the tongs again and put the last piece of pork belly on the grill, your group of friends were arguing over a major heated topic that you barely could hear when you're sitting at the end of the table. "I can't hear you."

"She's talking about her night with Kook." Luna pulls your chair closer for you to hear Sona speak. "He's incredible and charming and romantic. I've never had anyone like him."

"He doesn't film you nor do any weird shit does he?" One of the girls asks and right away you could tell that she's talking about Taehyung which makes you scoff, and speaking of the devil he texts you at the exact second.

9:24 | KTH:
Wyd?

9:25 | KTH:
Wanna meet up tonight?

Your fingers type back immediately.

9:25 | You:
Can't I'm out with my friends.

As if that's the only thing stopping you from meeting up with him.

9:25 | KTH
We'll hang out in your place when you're done. Deal?

You're a little too drunk to say no, so you actually end up on leaving him on read, knowing damn well he will join you even if you refused.

You get to your place and the alcohol is now running through your system and your body feels hot to the touch, you're drunk, but not drunk enough to pass out or anything. You just feel loose and sleepy.

You don't recall giving him your address but when you're about to close the door to your place, the foot that stood in the way back in Osaka is now standing in the way again, stopping you from pushing the door further to shut it. Of course it's him, this time you could easily recognize him with only a cap covering his head.

He doesn't hesitate to invite himself in as he speaks. "I love your place."

You eyes roll to the back of your head when you huff, and you close the door after him before putting your purse and phone down. "Did I tell you it was okay to come?"

"You didn't tell me to come over." He looks at you confused and you nod your head. "Yeah, exactly." And he pouts. "I was done early with the rehearsals I thought I should drop by and say hi."

"Hi." You fake a smile before straightening your face. "Goodbye." And as if that's his cue to make himself comfortable, he yanks off his shoes and lands onto your couch. "'ll have wine please."

"We're flying tomorrow we can't drink." You didn't think this through before you said it, he laughs and tilts his head. "Honey, I can smell the Soju from over here."

"Damn it, alright." You go to your kitchen and grab a bottle of wine and one single glass for him.

"I thought you threw it away." He calls from the living room and you rush out to see him holding the box that was near your apartment door, opening it with a smirk on his face and looking through the stuff. "I'm glad you didn't, those are actually expensive."

"I'm not into your weird kinky shit, Taehyung." You put the wine bottle down and sit down onto your couch. He takes the seat next to you and puts the box down onto the coffee table, rummaging through the stuff inside until he fishes out the butt plug. Or vibrator damn it.