𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 🌹(18+)

𝟓𝟏:- 𝐵𝒶𝒷𝓎

Nari stood at the counter, humming softly under her breath as the aroma of coffee filled the kitchen. She was dressed in loose shorts and an oversized shirt, her hair lazily tied into a messy bun. In one hand, she held her phone, her fingers dancing across the screen as she typed something intently.

The sound of bare footsteps echoed behind her, but she didn't turn around. She was too focused on whatever she was doing.

Suddenly, two strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against a warm, bare chest. Startled for a moment, she tensed, but quickly relaxed as the familiar scent of Taehyung washed over her.

He rested his chin on her shoulder, his messy hair brushing against her cheek. "What're you doing, little fox?" he asked, his voice low and laced with curiosity.

Nari froze slightly but quickly slid her phone into the pocket of her shorts, her movements deliberate yet subtle. "Nothing," she said, a soft smile tugging at her lips.

He leaned in closer, his lips grazing the shell of her ear as he whispered, "Nothing, huh?"

She nodded, turning her head just enough to meet his gaze. "Just... scrolling," she said, her smile not faltering.

He stared at her, his dark eyes narrowing slightly, searching her face for any sign of deception. But all he saw was that same docile, drugged calmness she always wore around him now.

"Mmm," he hummed, though his gaze flicked briefly to her shorts pocket. He let it go, his arms tightening around her waist instead.

Reaching past her, Taehyung grabbed the steaming cup of coffee she'd just made. Before she could protest, he brought it to his lips and took a sip. The bitterness hit him instantly, and he fought the urge to grimace.

"You didn't add sugar," he muttered, swallowing the harsh liquid.

"I know," she replied softly, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. "I like it that way."

He chuckled, the sound low and rough. "Figures," he said, taking another sip despite hating every bit of it. His eyes never left her face as he drank, the bitterness of the coffee a sharp contrast to the softness he saw in her expression.

But it wasn't her face he was seeing.

"Baby," he murmured, setting the cup down and ruffling her hair playfully.

She blinked, startled by the rare nickname. He never called her that-little fox, wifey, those were his usual taunts. But baby? That was different.

She turned her head to look at him, her expression curious. "Baby?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.

He smirked, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Don't get used to it," he said, his tone teasing yet distant.

She smiled back, but there was a flicker of confusion in her gaze. Drugged as she was, she still noticed the slight shift in him, the way he seemed distracted.

Taehyung tilted her chin up with a single finger, his dark eyes locking onto hers. For a moment, he didn't say anything, his gaze intense, as if he was trying to find something within her.

Her lips parted slightly, but she stayed quiet, her cheek instinctively resting against the palm of his hand.

"You're beautiful," he said suddenly, the words slipping out before he could stop them.

Her eyes widened briefly, the drug-induced compliance making her smile softly. She leaned into his touch, her head tilting slightly like a kitten seeking warmth.

But Taehyung wasn't looking at her anymore. Not really.

It was someone else's face in his mind, someone else's smile. The feeling clawed at him, tearing him apart even as he held her close.