Amorous Asylum ★ KTH [M]

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Sighing wearily, your body gives out, your arms collapsing onto him as you breathe heavily into his neck. You have no more strength, though your libido is something that not even Taehyung can tame.

Taehyung, also winded and physically exhausted, slumps beside you and rests his hand on his forehead. Sweat mattes your hair to your skin, and your back threatens to adhere to the sheets beneath you.

He draws your head to his chest; his fingertips gently swirling patterns on your skin.

As you both lay together, catching your breaths, you both laugh.

For the first time in a long time, you don't feel the urgency to get dressed and leave. It's comfortable with Taehyung. Furthermore, the idea that he would wait for you calms you more.

For how amazing he performed and how nicely he treats you, you don't think you could be with anyone else in the damned ward.

Though you're curious about what secrets Jungkook has to hide, you're not expecting anything to arise from it. You don't know if you want anything to happen, and that's the first time you gain that clarity.

Nevertheless, there's no way to top the pleasure and energy between you and Taehyung.

Shifting yourself to gaze up at him, he eyes you with contentment and Taehyung gently pushes stray hairs from your face.

"I wish stamina isn't a thing," you pout.

Taehyung softly laughs and pecks your nose. "At least we'll be able to sleep well for once."

You hum happily and make your own set of designs on his chest.

You're not usually one for romantic gestures and caresses, but it came instinctively with Taehyung. You weren't going to prevent yourself from savoring the moment.

"I guess we are more alike than I thought," you whisper, sensing joy you haven't felt in a long time.

The sensation is foreign to you, you're not sure if you're hallucinating.

Stroking your cheek with his thumb, his hand nestles on your temple. He breathes in deeply before raising your chin with the curve of his finger, then kisses you softly.

Taehyung groans, letting his hand fall beside him, and he laughs. "I don't know why I just tortured myself. I'm not used to feeling so weak," he whines with a boyish grin.

"That's what twenty-four times does to you."

He gazes at you through his dark lashes. "Next time, we need to make it twenty-five. A nice, solid number."

You giggle into his chest to stifle the sound, and he snickers into your hair. Even though the sun isn't up, that doesn't mean there aren't any staff members prowling around. If anything, you're surprised none of them has checked up on Taehyung.