custody | kth (wattys2017)

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Ji Yeon's POV:

If it wasn't for my father to barge back into the house an hour later, singing an 80s rock song, I would have considered putting myself to bed. Jackson had left minutes ago and my parents were now all over the house.

I watched quietly as mom handed me a bowl full of ice cream with what I thought was a brownie underneath, as my father was seated on the floor working with the TV, trying to get us all to watch a movie.

"Comedy it is then?" He looked over his shoulder to confirm and I nodded.

"Its time to get my little pumpkin all cheered up" he grinned to himself, as he jogged back to the couch to join mother and I.

The last time we had watched a movie together was before mother went into coma. I was still a child then and life was so much more simpler and easier.

"Earth to Ji" mum nudged my side, raising a brow at how I had zoned out merely seconds after the start. I shook it off with a smile and leaned into dad's arms.

He kissed the top of my head and we watched a movie play on the big screen, occasional giggles escaped my lips as father laughed like rumbling thunder making me get off of him every three minutes only for him to wrap his arm around my shoulder again apologetically.

"Seeing you upset, kills me, honey" dad spoke all of a sudden grabbing both our attention. "I'm sorry I gave you the rough edge. About Taehyung-"

"Dad,no!" I stopped him with a hand on his arm, "Its not your fault. Don't apologize"

"But you're so sad" he placed a hand on mine, stroking gently.

I smiled, "I'm not. I'm just-"

"You resigned, Ji. And the therapist.." He trailed off, "we're concerned"

Before I could cut in, my mother spoke, "We are trying to appear calm but trust me" she leaned forward, "we're both shitting ourselves".

The room erupted in a lighthearted laugh and I felt so much better than I had the past week. "I can't tell you guys much, but I'm undercover again" I pursed my lips, spilling some of the beans.

Since the movie was paused, dead silence filled the room. My parents exchanged looks as I looked down at my lap and that's when I felt my phone buzz. Pulling it out, I noticed a message from Taehyung. Swallowing, I locked it before looking back up at the two people sitting on either side of me.

"So..you aren't depressed?" Mom asked skeptically.

"Not really" I smiled, "Its a part of the mission".

"I don't know if I should be relieved or worried of this" dad gestured around him, "I can't believe they put you on this without informing me" his forehead wrinkled up.

"It was sudden and important dad. I'll tell you everything once I'm done. For now, nobody knows anything" I stated, earning a tight hug from both of them.

"Take care,honey. We don't want you to get hurt"

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Two hours later, I had a CIA agent drop me over to Taehyung's place. My phone was being tapped by them and every message I recieved wasn't only for my eyes to see. It was midnight and I hurried up the stairs and the butler lead me up till Taehyung's bedroom.

"What's all this?" I asked, pointing at the shattered vase on the floor and a spilled glass of water. The butler pursed his lips before he quietly answered, "I shouldn't be telling you this but, he was angry you didn't reply to his message".

"What?" My jaw dropped. Taehyung was the least aggressive man I'd encountered and having him behave like this was unacceptable.

"Is he sleeping?" I asked with a hand on his door and the butler shook his head before exiting.

The moment I stepped into the room, the man looked up and his eyes locked with mine instantly.
"Ji!" He grinned a boyish grin that I missed so much. My hands felt clammy and I couldn't wait to tell him everything and get rid of the weight on my chest.

"You wanted to see me?" I asked, even though I'd sensed the desperation in his text, I chose to ignore it as I walked over to his large king sized bed, full of thick white ruffled sheets under the dim yellow lighting.

Taehyung sat shirtless with the comforter pooled around his waist, his dark hair tousled and cheeks flushed. I placed the back of my hand against his forehead and I felt the warmth seep in. "Is it a fever? Ah!" I gasped when he wrapped both his arms around my waist and pulled me onto his lap, legs tight around his waist.

Instantly, he was in the crook of my neck, repeatedly nuzzling and sucking at the skin.

"Where have you been, hmm?"

I knew he was aroused just by the way his tongue darted out to taste the skin, tugging at my clothes for some more room, "Take them off baby" he moaned, "I need you so bad" and he pushed my jacket off my shoulders leaving the thin fabric of my t-shirt.

"Taehyung.." I whimpered, as he slipped one of his large hands under my shirt to let his cold fingers rub and squeeze the skin there. He pressed kisses against my mouth and then with both hands on my ass, he pulled me to him, his clothed erection grinding into my core.

"Look how hard I'm for you" his voice was deep as he closed his eyes shut and arched back when I trailed a hand down his exposed chest. I'd never seen him like this, his sweatpants were as dark as the night sky and his skin, a pale moon against it. His firm chest was warm against my cold skin and he visibly shivered when my fingers reached his navel. Loving how sensitive he was, I let both my hands feel around his stomach making him whine and grab my wrists to stop my actions. With drunken eyes he leaned in close, seeming intoxicated. "Stay with me. I want you here ".

"Look at me" I pushed the hair sticking to his sweaty forehead away from his face.

" I-I can't bear to lose you, I'll die without you" he returned to place a peck on my face, muffling his own words, " I'll fucking die".

The man pulled at my shirt and for a moment, I almost let him take it off but something snapped inside my head and I quickly stopped the boy. "Tae, baby stop..please" I pushed his hands away, cupping his face making him look up at me.

"You don't want to do this with me, do you?" He asked, eyes wet with tears as he bit his lip.

"Trust me" I swallowed, "i do"

"Then let me.. " he whined again, pushing himself into me, his cock rubbing against my core as he placed a kiss on my breast, "let me make you cum"

"Stop it, Tae!" I'd never heard such words fall from his mouth. It was equally arousing and worrying.

With that, he pulled away surprised.

"I want to do this with you! I want you as much as you want me, but-" I sighed, shifting a little, "I need to talk to you. There are things you need to know-"

"Things can wait" he groaned, "please please don't stop me" he squeezed my ass, lowering his head to suck on my breast through a layer of clothing.

"What has gotten into you?" I peeled him off for the third time.

"I-I don't know" he answered, "I really really d-dont know" he mumbled against the skin of my neck, arms wrapping around me as he lifted his hips up slightly for some friction.

Holding his face, I pulled his lips to my own, I leaned in for a peck but he wouldn't let me pull away. He tried to make it last for as long as he could, his tongue entered my mouth as his lips swallowed away every single one of my protests.

With all that I had left of me, I pushed him off for one last time, "get a grip, Taehyung!" I scolded, moving off his lap and he began complaining like a horny eighteen year old, "baby no please! Come back to me" he shifted, pushing the sheets off his lap.

Grabbing my coat, I walked straight towards the exit, "call me when you're free to talk".

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Double update cuz why not?
Umm so, what do you guys think?