The Other Woman [NAMJOON]

3

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After that fight in the car with Namjoon, he gave up going to the lighthouse and drove you home.

You hated yourself for being like this. You felt so shit and little whenever you thought of Namjoon in an expensive suit, Jisoo with a Louis Vuitton handbag. Both of them annoyingly beautiful and happy like they were meant for each other.

Taking out your phone, you called Taehyung.

"Tae..."

"Y/N?" You could hear how grouchy his voice was and you knew you had woken him up. "Are you okay? Why are you calling so late?"

"I need a distraction." You said to him.

You heard him chuckle on the other side. "Again? Come on then."

You rolled out of bed and jogged down the hallway of your apartment.

Barging into another set of doors on your right, you found Taehyung lying on his bed. Topless, may I add?

You and Tae had been flat mates ever since you begged your parents that you wanted to move out. It was your way to convince yourself that you could move forward and grow up in life too, just like Namjoon. But after not having enough money to pay rent, you were forced to find a flat mate to share the bills.

Crawling under his covers and lying on his bare chest, you felt him wrapping his arms around you as he stroked your hair.

"Go on." His hoarse voice said.

"I saw him just now."

Taehyung was silent for a few moments and you looked up to see if he had fallen asleep.

His expression remained passive, his eyes soft as he stared back at you.

"What happened?" His quiet voice asked you.

And that was when you finally let all your tears out. Like a broken faucet, it all came pouring out onto Tae's chest.

"It hurts." You croaked out.

"I know..." Tae replied, wrapping his arms around you tighter. "... It hurts me too."

"Can you make me forget again?" You asked him hesitantly, nuzzling your head further into his neck.

Taehyung stiffened at your action. But then you felt him rigidly cup the side of your face in his hands, his lips pressing onto yours.

He hovered over you and you squirmed under him when his tongue brushed against your bottom lip, asking you for entrance.

You parted your lips and gasped when you felt him sucking on your tongue once before his tongue trailed down your jaw, to your collarbone and down to your chest.

You heard him growl out a moan when you buckled your hips up to his groin, rubbing your wet core to his already hardened dick.

You felt his hand on the hem of you shirt and in one swift movement, he pulled it over your head. He pulled back slightly, drowning in the sight of your lacy black bra cupping your breasts like he didn't want to miss any detail.

The dark expression on his face told you he liked what he saw.

His hands ran down your chest and stomach slowly before stopping at the top of your jeans. He popped the button teasingly and then pulled down the zipper.

You loved the way Taehyung teased you in bed, he knew exactly what he was doing and he always gave you what you needed.

To forget.

You felt bad. You never made it into a secret that you were using him. What was worse, he knew you were using him but he wouldn't say no because Taehyung had been in love with you for a long time. You were just that much of a selfish bitch that you had to take advantage of him.

To Taehyung, however, he knew you loved Namjoon. But if touching you this way was the only way to be close to you, by making you forget about your best friend, it was better than not touching you at all. Even if it kills him every time.

You watched with breathless shakes as he pulled your jeans and panties off gently, lining himself in between your legs. He gulped once when he pulled his cock out of his pyjama bottoms and started rubbing it against your wet slit.

A low husky moan escaped from the back of your throat as every nerve in your body awoke. Then, Taehyung bent down towards your face, kissed you passionately and you felt him inside.

With one hand propped above your head and the other holding onto the bottom of your thigh, Taehyung fucked you fast and hard. The room became hot, the only sounds were your breathless moans and groans.

You closed your eyes, enjoying this distraction, and you smiled when your mind wandered to Namjoon on top of you instead.