"I don't know where to put my hands," he muttered as he stared at her beautiful body.
"Anywhere you want, baby boy. I'm not a work of art that can be damaged so easily."
Started: 02/24/2018
Finished: 04/13/2018
Edited: 05/26/2018
Mature: a smut cha...
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"Are you planning something?" Lazuli asked Taehyung.
She had barged into his room in the evening. It was after lunch and before dinner time.
"Wh-What? Planning what?"
"Something—anything!"
"I'm... I'm not. Lazuli, I swear," he replied, watching as she combed her hair with her hand.
"Are you lying?" she asked.
"I'm not. I don't—I don't even know what you're talking about."
"You're doing something. Ever since... Ever since you've arrived here, things have been different. I've been acting differently because of you. What makes you so damn special?" Lazuli asked.
"I'm the son of a CEO?" Taehyung hesitantly guessed, his voice going an octave higher.
"I've met and seduced more important men than you, Tae," she replied.
Taehyung's nonexistent ego somehow deflated like a popped balloon. He sighed to himself, rubbing his nose with the arm that was handcuffed to the bed.
Lazuli stared at him as he scratched his nose with his arm. He was so vulnerable in his state. He was handcuffed to the bed, had tousled hair, sleepy eyes, and a small stubble growing.
Did she find him attractive? Was it because he was rich? No, that wasn't it. She mentally smacked herself after remembering that his father owed too much money.
Kim Taehyung was like a drug to her. He was so addicting, but she didn't know why. She was like a druggie who couldn't stop using something so euphoric and beautiful. She could see colors around him—colors she couldn't see before. She could see shapes that were formed differently than what she would normally see in the world.
Ji Uri was like a butterfly collector who traveled the world to find rare butterflies. She would catch them and pin them to her wall, admiring the colors and patterns of their wings.
If you're wondering why she would collect butterflies, it was because they were pure, while she had a stigma.
