Forbidden||ReaderXTaehyung ~FF~

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Daehyung hadn't called me since I'd left him needy...and I honestly still felt horrible about. But...I was also starting to eye Taehyung every once in awhile. I internally smacked myself when I caught myself doing it.

I thought of it as more of a bad boy crush/fascination phase. Nothing serious. I wouldn't cheat....just that word put a dirty taste on my tongue.
Of course Jimin was steadily getting worse. He was so prideful now it was oozing off him. He hardly spoke to me unless it was to insult me.

I stared at my phone, waiting for the screen to light up with conformation from Daehyung. I was beginning to doubt him ever talking to me again. I let out a sigh, dropping the phone beside me on the bed. "Pointless..." I mumbled under my breath. Just then, a slow set of knocks sounded at my door.

I rolled my eyes, not moving from the bed. "I'm not in the mood, screw off taehyung." There was a snicker from the other side. "Wrong guy." I groaned, embarrassed now. "Come in." Namjoon opened the door, giving me a smile.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't...thinking." I said, smacking my forehead. He laughed, sitting beside me. He was probably the only slightly normal one out of the six. "You feeling okay?" I shrugged. "I'm fine. Just stressed out." He smiled, handing me my phone. I took it, seeing I was getting a call from...Daehyung!

I jumped, running out of the room and into my bathroom. "Hello?"
"Hey Y/n." I smiled, letting out a sigh of relief. "Hey. I was wondering if you'd ever speak to me again." He laughed on the other end. "Sorry, I was busy." I felt like he was partially lying. "Oh...that's alright. I understand."

I stared at my sink, before crawling into the bathtub, relaxing against the back of the tub. "I thought...I'm really sorry about the other night. I promise I'll be ready next time...fully ready and everything."
"Please, don't rush yourself. And stop apologizing, I didn't make the situation any better." I smiled, the heavy weight lifting off my heart.

"I...I lo-" the phone went silent. I raised an eyebrow, looking down at the phone. It died!? What great timing. I rolled my eyes, looking up at the ceiling. "Perfect."
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Downstairs, it was relatively empty, all except Yoongi sleeping on the couch. Doesn't he ever do anything? I made my way into the kitchen, opening the fridge to get something to eat. Footsteps fell behind me. I fully expected it to be Taehyung, so I ignored it.

To my surprise, I felt a pair of arms wrap around my torso, squeezing me tightly. "Surprise!" Aera shouted, warning an annoyed groan from Yoongi on the couch. She giggled, "oops."

"Aera, What are you doing here? It's 8:00 in the morning." She smiled, twisting her hair around her finger. "I stayed over..." I raised an eyebrow. "You did?" She nodded. She had her bottom lip held beneath her teeth. I tried to hold back my urge to puke.

"Oh, I see." A second pair of footsteps approached behind her. Taehyung stood, his button up shirt hangin unbuttoned around his body. God he was well off in the physique and looks department.

He wrapped his arms around Aera, causing her to spin and bury her face in his chest for a hug. I eyes them, fully annoyed with the amount of PDA these two hashed out. Taehyung moves his eyes to my own, relishing in my uncomfortability. I rolled my eyes, walking past them.

"Oh y/n, Jimin said to tell you that you were responsible for cleaning rooms and washing blankets." I turned around, eyeing Taehyung. He gave a devil smirk. "My bed is dirty."

I groaned, pulling the blanket and sheets off the mattress, tossing them into the basket. I reached forward, grabbing the pillows so I could take the cases off and wash those as well. Gross, I was actually handling their dirty. Sex. Sheets. Vomit.

As I was tossing the bare pillows back into position, I heard the door shut behind me. "Aera-" I said spinning around. "Wrong, mouse." I rolled my eyes, turning back to grab the basket. "Stop calling me that."

"What's wrong? Not sexy enough? How about...slut?" I laughed. "How about, I punch you in the face? I think I like that one." He smirked, leaning against the door. "Rough, Huh? That's alright, I like it kinky." I groaned, walking towards the door with the basket.

"Excuse me." I said flatly. He looked down at me. "I'm curious...how are you so resistant? Normally, I'd have girls throwing themselves on me by now. You're cracking...I can see it. But not as fast as I'm used to." I sighed, tapping my foot impatiently. He smiled, stepping aside. I left the room, surprisingly unaffected by his words.

Down stairs, in the basement where the laundry room was, I threw the laundry in, making sure to put the dial on extra damp. The laundry room was tiny, in a hidden corner of the basement so it was really only made for one person.

As I was about to walk out, I was shoved back inside the room, followed by Taehyung. He shut the door behind him, eyeing me. I was backed up against the wall, it we were still touching. "What are you doing?" I tried to ask as Unenthusiastically as possible.

He said nothing, and instead grabbed me by the back of the hair, pulling me closer to his face. My ears caught fire, and my cheeks darkens ten shades. "T-tae-" He hushed me by planting kissing along my cheek, ever so carefully avoiding my mouth. My eyes widened at this, and I tried to push him off.

He grabbed my wrists with one hand, pinning them above my head. He looked deep into my eyes, seriousness overtaking his usual pure sexual behavior. "Why don't you want me?" He said in a deep husky voice. My words caught in my throat. I bounced back and forth between his eyes, trying to formulate words. "What..?" Was all I managed.

   He growled, leaning forward to violently rub his nose and lips against my cheek. He spoke lowly against my skin, his breath hitting my neck and traveling down my back, giving me shivers. "Why don't you let me take you. You sit and watch and say nothing when I touch that girl upstairs...even though I know you're burning with jealousy." I scoffed. "Yeah right, id never be jealous of you two."

   He positioned his face back infront of mine, our noses touching. "When you say things like that, you have no idea what it does to me." He leaned closer, taking my bottom lip between his teeth as he bit down. My eyes were glued to him, but my body wasn't able to do anything. He took in deep and heavy breaths, looking into my eyes. "Just let me..." he trailed off, shifting his head so that he was now kissing me.

   My body was on fire, burning up intensely. I didn't know what to do, I didn't want this...but I couldn't imagine pulling away. Something was coming over me, something I had no control over. His mouth clashed with mine, his tongue entering swiftly to dance with my own. He brought a hand down and grabbed my face, pulling me deeper into the kiss.

   Momentarily, in between kissing, he would run his tongue across my bottom lip, driving me insane. He began pulling on my waist so that our lower halves were rubbing against one another, I felt myself getting drawn into the moment until...

   Knock knock knock~

    "Y/n, What are you doing in there? How long does it take you to put stuff in the washer?"

   Tae pulled back, a string of saliva connecting our mouths. The laundry room was hot and stuffy, and now we were between a rock and a hard place. I stared at him, scared as hell as to how I was going to survive this situation.

    Damnit.