"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
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"But first; can you run fast?"
Here she was, dragging Taehyung along with her. Uri was grateful he was tall and used his long legs to his best ability.
Taehyung wasn't exactly struggling to keep up with her. Uri was definitely fit, but she wasn't taller than him. His height made up for his slowness, as he used his long legs to take huge steps, compared to her shorter and quicker steps.
"Uri, where are we going right now?" he huffed out through heavy and deep breaths.
"The garage," she answered. "We need to get a car and drive away from here."
"But where?"
"Please, Tae, just listen for now. We just need to get out of here."
He bit down on his tongue and nodded, feeling the blood from the bite filling his mouth. He tasted his own blood as he breathed through his mouth while running.
He was never a fan of running, so he just wanted that part of the day to be over with. There was a reason why he never joined any sports in high school.
Uri, on the other hand, could play almost any sport a person named out. She didn't like running either, but she wasn't bad at it. She could outrun any average person found on the streets, but was definitely not the fastest person in the world.
Six minutes until her time was out.
They reached the elevator and she rapidly hit the buttons as if it would help. Taehyung used that time to catch his breath, but his heart couldn't stop rapidly beating. He even forgot how to breath.
The elevator finally came after what felt like forever. They entered the tiny box and tried to catch their breath even more and relax their heart before it bursted out of their chest.
It was ironic, really, that they would try to breathe properly in a tiny, confined space with their shoulders touching.
The elevator dinged, telling the pair they were at their designated floor. The doors slid open slowly as if a monster from an Asian horror movie would pop out and drag them across the floor, but that didn't happen.
There were no Asian monsters in front of them. There was a garage of luxury cars.
