Shortly Taehyung's lips found mine, and we layed there kissing each other. Our tongues exchanged in and out of each other's mouths. Soon enough my towel was off and I was laying under him, bare. I felt self-conscious but I could tell Taehyung didn't care about my insecurities. He noticed me becoming nervous and he stopped.
"No matter what Sky, you're perfect. I think you're beautiful."
I reached up to kiss him and fell back down blushing.
"Do you want to do this?" He asked sitting up.
I nodded nervously because I was afraid of what was going to happen. I haven't ever done something like this before, and obviously he could tell.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of you." He layed back on top of me.
The making out was much more passionate, and he was ever so gentle with me.
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When it was over we layed on our sides, his arms tightly wrapped around my body, and face buried in my hair, legs intertwined.
"I love you, Chai Skyler." he whispered as he closed his eyes, sleep taking him into an unconscious darkness.
My heart fell when I heard those words. That's exactly what Yoongi said right before he got stabbed. I was still extremely worried about him. Was he alive? Safe? or dead?
"I love you too Taehyung." I whispered back earning a kiss on the neck and his grip on me getting a little tighter.
My eyes we wide open. I couldn't sleep after that. I couldn't sleep after today. I grabbed my bedsheets and sat up.
"I can't sleep, Taehyung." I said, my voice cracking.
He noticed I was upset and quickly got up to hug me.
"Are you worried about him?" He said his eyes starting to tear up too.
"Is he—" I started but then noticed Taehyung was crying.
He was dead. Yoongi was dead. Because of GTS and their obsession with me.
I wrapped Taehyung's arms around me, hoping it would give him comfort, and it did.
"He was the strongest, and he got killed first." He said almost inaudible in his cracking whisper.
"He loved you Sky, he really did. I feel like it is now my responsibility to give you the love he would've given you if he was still alive. The love you deserve."
Then I started to cry and Taehyung kissed me again.
We layed down together still sobbing until we fell asleep.
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I woke up to a slight breeze coming in through my window. Taehyung was gone. I felt sad, I wanted him to be here when I woke up. I decided to put on a robe and brush my teeth. When I went downstairs I saw Taehyung in the kitchen making coffee for the two of us. When he saw me he immediately rushed over to hug me. He was still in his boxers and a loose shirt, perhaps the one he came in. You could tell he was crying just moments before, his eyes were puffy.
"Are you okay—" I started
"No, but it's ok. Can we cancel our date and just chill here today? Is that okay? I look like shit and would prefer if we could just—" I interrupted his awkward sentence by kissing him.
He grabbed my waist and pulled me closer kissing me back, harder. We were so close that I could feel him, well, get "hard". I pushed back shocked. Taehyung was blushing in embarrassment, and laughed rubbing his neck. I joined in on the laugh and we went right back into kissing each other.
He picked me up and—still kissing—brought me to the couch where he placed me down gently.
"Turn on the TV, we can watch something. I'll get the coffee." He smiled.
I nodded reaching for the TV remote. There was a backpack by the door.
Taehyung came back and put the coffee on the coffee table in front of the couch and noticed that I was looking at the backpack.
"You were still sleeping. I decided to get some clothes since I wanted to stay here with you for a bit....that is if you're okay with that." he looked at me expectantly.
"Please stay." I teasingly begged. He pulled out a hoodie and threw it at me to put it on.
"Turn around." I said laughing.
"I shouldn't have to after last night." he smirked undoing my robe.
I smiled and grabbed his hoodie before putting it on.
Taehyung looked content and proud that I was wearing HIS hoodie and we both sat on the couch. I gave him the remote to search through channels. When he got to one he liked, he put the remote down and snuggled next to me on the couch. I was practically laying in his lap and every so often he would look down and kiss me on the lips. It felt nice, to be in someone's arms again and this time feel safe.
Everything felt safe, everything felt right with Taehyung.
But Yoongi's death is haunting my thoughts.
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a / n
this chapter was a little explicit in the matters of maturity but I hope you're enjoying it,
SPOILER ALERT it doesn't stay perfect for long.
