The Bridesmaid

Chapter Seventeen

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I've been trying to reach Jaesun the entire day but I couldn't. My calls kept going to his voicemail. As hard as it was, I tried not to think about it yet, having to face something else that I dreaded.

I knocked against the door, my heart beating out of my chest. In an instant, it opens and I'm greeted by Taehyung. Before he could spout a word, I stuck out the bag in my hands.

"Aera wanted me to give these to you." I said and he simply snatched it from my hands and threw it onto the nearest thing in his apartment. I frowned at the action and stared right at him. The next second, he grips onto my arm and tugged onto it, pulling me into his apartment.

"Taehyung— what?" I pulled away as I stared at him close the door shut.

"We have to talk about us." He said and I shook my head.

"There's nothing to talk about." I attempted to walk away, not being in the right state of mind to discuss anything with him.

As I tried leaving, my phone rings, startling me slightly.

"Jae?" I muttered his name, receiving a groan from Taehyung. I tried walking further away from him so that he wouldn't hear me but he gripped onto my hand, pulling me closer. Not having the energy to fight back I simply allowed him.

The moment I pressed the phone to my ear, Jaesun began rambling on about me not having the right to go over to the campus without his knowledge, not giving me a chance to speak.

"Jaesun, could you just listen?" I started to yell. I could feel Taehyung's stare burn right through me.

"No, I'm done with this conversation, Areum. You know how important privacy is to me." He said and before I could say anything, he hung up abruptly.

I stared at the blank screen as he ended the call. Even in a situation like this, where he is so evidently at fault, he still managed to make me the bad guy.

My eyes stung and I threw my head back, exhaling as I tried to calm myself. Taehyung released his grip from my arm with a sigh as he looked at my lost form.

"You should be kissed by someone who knows how." Taehyung said a quote out of nowhere.

"Taehyung, I'm not in the mood for quoting Gone with the Wind." I let out, not even having the energy to pass him a glance.

"I wasn't quoting the movie." He whispered as he inched closer towards me.

"Huh?" I sniffled, looking up to meet his brown orbs as they stared down at me. They were burning with a certain desire that made my stomach twist.

I feel his right hand slide up my neck, cupping my cheek as he leaned in, pressing his lips against mine.

I melt at the way his soft lips move against mine passionately but I pulled away.

He held me close to him so that I couldn't move far, "no," he breathed out, "not yet." He said, reconnecting our lips as he deepened the kiss.

My eyelids fluttered shut as I kissed him back, soaking in every bit of him as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I feel my stomach knot at the thought of kissing another man, but at this point my mind was blank.

My frustrations and anger getting lifted from me as he kissed my lips and I didn't want it to stop. He lifts me up slightly and I used the opportunity to wrap my legs around his waist.

Taehyung's grip now firm on my waist while my fingers played with his soft, lustrous hair. In a second, I feel my back pressed up against a wall. "This isn't right." I let out breathlessly in between the kisses, the guilt starting to get to me. But he ignores me, his lips travelling lower.

The moment his lips come into contact with my neck, I gasp out of anticipation, my toes curling in the process. "Taehyung." I called out his name in satisfaction as I grip lightly at his hair.

I feel myself giving in to him. The way he kissed me like he wanted me. Like he needed me. It was enough to drive me over the edge.

"Fuck." He murmured against my skin, his grip around me tightening as he kissed me harder. He stumbled around for a bit and I feel myself getting slammed onto the bed.

"Taehyung, wait." I breathed out, seeing how things were escalating too quickly.

"Don't." He pulled away, shaking his head. "Don't make me think right now." He said, hovering over me. I breathed out, emptying out my mind as I pulled against his shirt, smashing my lips onto his.

His chest heaved against mine as he kissed me with an urgency, his hand travelling under my shirt as his fingers familiarised itself with my skin.

His kisses began to travel lower once again, his soft lips grazing my skin. His fingers glide up my chest as his kisses grew harder and more urgent. I feel myself get lost in his touch, my body now craving for him in every aspect.

He kissed his way up my neck, back to my lips. The feeling of his body on top of me as his lips moulded with mine had my heart racing.

My hand ran through his hair, down his neck as I savoured the taste of his lips. He was needy for me and my touch and so was I for him.

I feel him reach for the hem of my shirt and he pulled away, looking at me as though asking for consent, and without a second thought I whispered, "I'm all yours."