Fear | K.th [Editing]

What Comes Around [16°]

Evangeline opens her eyes. Hazy brown eyes peering up at the ceiling. She feels a pair of arms around her torso, turning to the side to see them attached to Taehyung. She almost freaks out and pushes him away until she remembers last night. Her hand slaps against her face. Oh god, what has she done! She stiffens when the limbs begin to move, slipping off her and moving back to the owner. He lifts his head up before his body follows, hair just as messy as hers.

His mouth opens to yawn, hand coming down to rub at his chest. "Morning, Princess." Yuck! She somewhat smiles toward him, shifting her body into a sitting position. She notices clothes scattered across the bed and floor, a used condom haphazardly thrown near a small metal bin beside a desk. She drags the covers over her shoulders, shielding her naked body from any on-lookers. He chuckles upon noticing the shyness creep in now, getting a different side of her last night.

Taehyung turns his head to peer at the clock on the wall, running his hand through his brown hair. He gets out of bed and struts toward the dresser, her eyes trained on his muscular back. He slips on a pair of dark purple boxers. "I'll have a maid bathe and dress you for breakfast." He exclaims, tugging on a pair of blue jeans and a simple t-shirt. As he passes the bed he comes forward to plant a chaste kiss against her forehead, his hand pulling her forward by the nape of her neck. He grins, then walks into the bathroom to brush his teeth.

She falls back into the bed, regrets pooling her mind. Her hands cusp her face as her head shakes around. No. No way she had sex with someone like him! She blames it on the wine at dinner. The cause for this chaos. The exact reason she doesn't drink—but, was it partially the wine? Or was it her heart tugging as Taehyung poured into her how much Soomi's death has effected him. The pained expression that she wanted to get rid of. He's really handsome when he doesn't have a stern gaze on his face all the time. Her thoughts blended in with the ones from when she was at the Night Club.

How she wanted someone as drop-dead gorgeous as him to notice a small town girl like herself. To focus all his attention on her for one night. She tells herself to stop thinking about that—about all of this—her thoughts even seeping into the raunchy scenes of last night. Her cheeks heat up. That was not her. He was just so demanding, yet gentle with all of his presses into her. His fickle hands roaming around her thighs, leaving goosebumps where they trailed.

The lewd sounds racking around the bedroom walls. She was so loud too! She prays to God no one heard how she wanted more and harder.

She jolts up, an idea blossoming. Forgetting her once embarrassment. Having sex with Kim Taehyung was a good thing. It's a start on her plan. Her lips curl deviously. Listening to him sob about a woman who wanted nothing to do with this evil asylum and making it about himself benefited her. Continue playing along Evangeline Noire and she can almost taste the freedom.

Her head turns toward the window again.

Now would be a chance where there wouldn't be any suspicion on her. She scrambles out of the covers to rush over to the balcony, stopping as she looks down. She forgot she wasn't wearing anything. She grabs the blanket and wraps it over her bare frame, then continues forward.

Her hand grasps around the golden handle and pushes open the window, stepping out into the balcony. She looks down. Then to the left. She could see a part of the Courtyard from here, mainly the fence. Trees blocked her view from the ground. The balcony was maybe a couple meters high from the trees. If she needed to get down she'd have to use a rope and she doesn't know where she would be able to get her hands on one.

"Evangeline?" Taehyung calls out from inside the bedroom, bare feet making his way toward her. She turns around with a smile, hands still covering herself with the blanket. He returns the gesture and asks what she's doing out here.