Loving You ~ pjm + kth ✓

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Our walks to his house were always beautiful. It's just one of the things that remind me of how our lives really are just us against the world.

We laughed and smiled the whole way, happy that the other was there to get us through the harshness of reality. 

It's irritating to know that we can barely show any public displays of affection. We can't even do something as simple as hold hands in public since people are always around. We can almost never express anything in the public eye.

What happened at our school was different since we knew for a fact that no one would be in sight. It was after hours. A student or teacher would have either already been long gone by the time of our event or they would have been planning to stay at the school for another 2 hours. 

Outside of school, people are always around like undesirable ants infesting a kitchen.

Despite both our families being more introverted than others — since they don't have time for socializing or they don't want to have time for it, whichever way you want to view it. We just can't run the risk of being caught. 

Throughout our walk, I kept making ridiculous dad jokes. With each joke, he looked at me seriously as if he was disappointed but I could see his stifled laugh. It makes me smile to see him that way. Happy. If there was a way I could shield him from pain, I would have. But sadly, that's not possible, a person must be able to experience their own emotions in order for them to become. Well. Human. 

By the time we were at his house, I had managed to humor myself to the point of tears. 

As he was trying to get his key to his front door out, he let out the laugh he had stifled during the course of our walk.

His house didn't have anything extravagant or fancy, which I liked. He had closed, wooden white garage doors facing his neighbors house, while his warm beige house was attached to it. It was different than his neighbor's decked houses. 

Their houses were so different in terms of style that his house almost looked out of place. Almost.

It took him a minute to open the door because of his shoulders shaking with laughter. 

When his door opened, I thanked God that no one was home — his mom usually sat on the couch if she came home. I knew that despite our current happiness, we would need time to be together. While it's true that even if his mom was home, we would get to be together, but it's different when we're alone. It feels more secure. Our bubble grows.

Taehyung opened he looked back at me and without a word, ran up the stairs.

"Oh, you wanna play it that way," I said laughing and ran behind him. He knew I had to lock the door behind him. 

I locked the door as fast as I could and sprinted up the wooden stairs after him. When I got to his room at the end of the hall. He wasn't there. 

I peered under his bed — you never really know where Tae would hide — and as I was bent over, I heard his bedroom door slam. I turned around so fast that my eyesight temporarily distorted my sight. When I turned to the source, I was hugged by a laughing Tae. 

"I win," he whispered in a more serious tone. 

"Yea right. That wasn't fair! I had to lock your door!" I said, laughing, completely disregarding his serious tone.

He smiled at my childishness and kissed me. The kiss was a continuation of our school kiss earlier. It gave no regard to soft and sweet kisses. It jumped right to the necessity and the sloppy, rushed kisses. He was breathing very fast and I could practically feel his breath coming out through his nose and slapping my upper lip. 

I returned his kisses at first but then it deemed itself too much. His hands groped me. I backed away. 

"Taehyung-ah! Why are you acting like this? What happened?"

"Please. I need you." He said with so much wanting in his voice. It wasn't his aggressive attempts or him being 'too touchy' that made me worried that whatever was going through his head earlier was serious, it was more of how sudden his attempts were. Whenever we do this, we usually take time to warm ourselves up for the more aggressive parts. We usually start off slow and gradually make our way to this but the fact that Taehyung didn't even try to 'warm-up' made me worried. 

"You're telling me what's wrong," I said and returned his kisses. I know he needs to get it out of him but he needs me right now and I will always give him whatever he wants because that's just what we do.

"I know," He said in between the rushed kisses "thank you."