Roses // K;th

Eighteen.

                                                                     Rose's POV.

I wake up to the loud sound of someone knocking on the door. Still in Taehyung's arms, I start to stretch, and feel movement beside me. Taehyung was awake.

"Morning, Taehyung." I greet him with a kiss on the head.

I feel a smile form on his face as he buries his face in the crook of my shoulder. Then, I realize that we were both naked, and sit bolt upright. Taehyung looks at me in confusion.

"Are you okay, babygirl?" He asks, his morning voice low and tired.

Suddenly, the memories of last night come back to me and I relax. The feeling of Taehyung inside me and his warmth spreading through me, and how he kissed me last night was amazing.

The knocking starts again, louder.

Taehyung jerks his head to the door, his senses alert.

"Fuck." He mumbles under his breath, although I hear it anyway.

He gets up from the couch and peers out the circular looking glass that led to the outside. A tall man was standing there. He appeared to have light orange hair, and was impatiently standing there. Namjoon.

"Hurry, throw this on and hide somewhere upstairs, it's Namjoon." Taehyung urges, throwing his white t-shirt at me, not caring about whose items belonged to who.

My heart seems to stop as I hurriedly throw on the shirt. What if he saw us together through the glass at the top of the door? He is pretty tall.. Oh my god, what if he comes in? What if i'm too late? What if-

Suddenly, the lock turns, making a clicking noise.

Taehyung and I hold our breath, not daring to move an inch.

"Hey, Taehyung, I forgot I had my spare key. I just came over because you wanted me to drop off these-" Namjoon begins, holding up a square box, but when he sees us together, holding tightly onto one another, Taehyung unclothed, me half-clothed, he pauses.

"Oh, I see. I truly apologize for interrupting such an amazing experience. It must have been so important that you had forgotten that I was coming over. Here, take this." Namjoon says, throwing the box onto the floor.

He turns to leave when Taehyung stops him.

"Wait, Namjoon, please, let me explain-" He begins, but Namjoon shrugs him off and opens the door.

"Wait-"

Namjoon turns around, his face contorted into anger. Taehyung, surprised at his emotions, takes a few steps back.

"There's nothing that needs to be explained. I interrupted your fun. Please accept my most sincere apologies. I'm sure that this time wasn't even half as important as the other ten." Namjoon says, slamming the door in Taehyung's face and stalking away.

Meanwhile, my mind swirls. What had Namjoon meant by ten other times?

My train of thought is interrupted by Taehyung stomping the floor and gripping his hair in frustration.

"Aish, that bastard. Why did he have to have a spare key? Of all the people I gave it to too..." Taehyung sighs and flops down on the couch next to me.

Minutes of silence hang between us like a thick fog.

In an attempt to clear it away, I reach my hand over to Taehyung and overlap my fingers over his, my small fingers disappearing between his ginormous ones.

He turns to me and musters a half-hearted smile, his usual boxy one replaced with a melancholy droop.

Suddenly, I feel a pain in my thighs and around my butt.

"Ouch.." I say as I stand up and stretch, in a desperate attempt to make the pain go away.

"What is it, babygirl?" Taehyung reacts instinctively, concern edging into his brown pools.

"I'm sore.." I whine, rubbing a hand down my waist.

(Who wouldnt be)

Taehyung chuckles and moves a hand around my waist, his boxy smile back.

"I'm sorry, babygirl, I didn't mean to hurt you." Taehyung replies, staring into my eyes, his normal look of happiness back once again.

Our eyes meet and it feels as if time stops entirely. My gaze gets lost in his brown, chocolatey pools, searching for something that I cannot grasp. His smooth, tanned skin moves closer to me, and I close my eyes.

When our lips meet, a shock of electricity sends through my body.

This reminded me of a tale that my grandmother told me when I was younger, she would sit me down on her porch swing, and would always give me a strawberry milkshake to drink while we enjoyed the weather together or just plain talked. She told me about an ancient legend, that stated that when you feel a burst of electricity when contacting with someone, then you have found your true soulmate. I would always beg her to tell more stories, my eyes shining.

And yet, as our lips move together in perfect sync, my mind still wanders back to Namjoon and how he mentioned Taehyung having done it ten times.

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Sorry it's short but im proud of myself Im going to update more frequently as I have the rest of the book basically planned out :D