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Crystal Snow『Section 20』

  Crystal Snow『Section 20』  

The atmosphere during the car ride was really awkward. I had an insane urge to reach for the power button to turn the radio on, but I felt like it would only make it worse. I shrunk back into the black leather seat as the red car cut through the dense fog. His coat was sitting in my lap, covering my bare legs.

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We had arrived at Mr.Kim's house, which looked just as elegant as him. I assumed he lived by himself, but this house was enough for at least 20 people. He probably could afford this with all the illegal money he was earning.

He came over to my side of the car before I could open the door. Cautiously, I swung my legs over and got out. I noticed his hand hover over my head as I ducked out of the car. Even though the small gesture warmed my heart, I couldn't shake away the complex feeling accumulating in my stomach.

As I walked into the house, I looked around in awe. It was beautiful, inside and out. The walls were covered in expensive paintings and lined with several artifacts.

When we reached the living room he asked, "Would you like water?". I nodded, just so I could get some alone time. As he walked away, I sighed in relief, releasing all the bottled up anxiousness from before. Glancing around, I noticed he didn't have any butlers or maids.

He lived in this massive house all by himself.

He came back with a glass in his hand and most importantly, with the top few buttons of his shirt, undone. I caught a glimpse of his tan broad chest and the ink of his tattoo. The sleeves of his shirt were unbuttoned and rolled up against his forearms. I gulped as he handed me the glass of water. I noticed the slice of lemon floating around the ice cold water, surprising me. This was usually how I drank my water, but how did he know?

As the cold liquid flushed down my dry throat, I felt my whole body steam off, cooling down. A drop of chilly water slid down the corners of my neck and into the curves of my chest, and down further underneath my shirt. However, along with the water, I could feel someone's eyes following the droplet of water.

I looked up, putting the glass down, staring into Taehyung's brown eyes. His hands were stuffed in his pockets, appearing more boyish. His hair was covering his eyes and I could see him looking through his curtain of hair. Even though I caught him staring, it really felt like he caught me.

As if time had slowed down, his started walking towards me, taking small steps, almost like he was teasing me. With each step and the look in his unwavering eyes, I felt like I was going insane. I gripped the cold glass so hard, I felt my knuckles turn white.

"Do you want something more comfortable to change into?", he asked, running a hand through his fluffy hair, not breaking eye contact.

Subconsciously, I felt myself bob my head, nodding yes. I bit my tongue for letting myself slip into his hands, yet again.

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"So whose clothes are these?", I asked, looking through the handkerchief sized clothing in a bucket.

"Jimin sometimes has girls over. Don't worry, they're all washed", he grumbled, walking out of the room, closing the door behind him.

"I didn't expect much from Jimin", I sighed, continuing to look through the bucket of girls clothes. None of these clothes would fit me and neither would these clothes make me feel comfortable. Even the crop top I was wearing at the moment was longer than the clothes he had.

Finding a pair of leggings, I went scavenging for something else I could wear. As I looked around the room, I found a walk in closet filled with dress shirts. I picked a plain white one. Stripping out of my clothes, I pulled on the pair of leggings, struggling to get them all the way up. As I slid the shirt onto my shoulders, the scent of Taehyung flooded my nose.

 It was indescribable, unique, and it was attractive. 

It was true, there was something incredibly attractive about it, and the more I breathed it, the more eager I felt to have his body up against mine.

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I walked down the stairs, finding Taehyung lounging on the couch, flipping through the television channels. Trying to seem as discreet as possible, I tiptoed down the stairs, not make any noise.

Ruining my plans for going unnoticed, I felt him side eye me, catching a glimpse of my outfit. He swiveled around in the couch, zeroing in on me. As I awkwardly stood in front of him, I felt his eyes bounce up and down, taking a whole scan of my body.

"You look good in my shirt", he voice caught me by surprise. His voice was normally very deep, but this time, there was a roughness to it. Like sandpaper against my skin, his voice was hoarse and husky, like he had just woken up.

Preventing him from going any further, the ring of his phone interrupted our stare down. Answering his call, he walked into another room, disappearing from my sight.

I needed to come up with a way to leave the house because,

There was no way I was spending the night.