Indulgence- Taehyung [18+]

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"Jimin. . ." Her voice was almost softer than water. Having travelled the air in pure elegance as she met eyes with the man who's gaze traveled along the curves of her body. Catching sight of each crevice layered underneath the skin as he took a step closer towards where she stood in the kitchen.

"I'm sorry, baby. . . you know I only want to help you." He did. He wanted to take all that pain she continued to feel eat away at her soul. Pain that was so much more than the aching feeling of her wrists after doing something oh so sinful. But pain that had her never wanting to leave the bed again. Or do so much as have her eyes open the minute the sun decides to stop hiding.

And he watched as she stayed silent. Having been let in by the girl who kept ignoring his phone calls. It being a habit she couldn't help but do. Because it was always so much easier to just run away.

But Jimin always found his way back. Always found his hands meeting with the skin of her waist again. And always found his lips connecting with her own as he pressed the woman up against the counter. Noticing the way she sighed his name out ever so carelessly. And the way her fingers grazed themselves along the black hair resting against his neck that couldn't remember the amount of times she's tugged on each strand.

"You're so beautiful to me. . . you know that?" His words were so delicate. But desperate enough to have her fingers only tugging harder as he pulled on the woman's waist. Wanting her to feel his want for her. And his need to have her by his side as he trailed a hand underneath her shirt. Because Nami was different. And was the only person who had ever took time with him. Time that no one had ever tried to give. Because the man had so many secrets. . . secrets that Nami herself didn't even know about.

And she could remember the day she first met the man. A day that had the pit of her stomach swarming with the most tender butterflies as she caught his gaze underneath the moonlight that softly painted her skin. Having been walking around with Jungkook downtown. Jungkook being the boy who could see the immediate adoration in Jimin's gaze the minute he caught sight of the man looking at her. Even if Nami didn't notice at first. Because she was always so distracted. But Jungkook made sure she'd realize. Knowing that if he were gone. . . Jimin would protect her.

"Come here. . ." She could feel his breath on her skin. Trailing along her neck that couldn't help but toss itself back. All while his lips met with her collar bones until reaching her wrists. A gesture that had her own breath getting caught as she watched the way he tugged up her sleeves. And the way he met the tears relishing in her eyes as he placed the most gentle kisses against her scars. Her scars that he knew were something so sacred to her.

"Jimin." She had never sounded more vulnerable. Or more broken as her fingers ran themselves through the thickness of his black locks. All while he shook his head. Not wanting for her to speak. Or do anything more than watch the way he stood upright again. Brushing away the fallen tears from the chocolates of her eyes before catching her lips. Her lips that could feel him trying to take away her pain. But it was still there. And she never knew if it'd leave.

"I love you." He did. He did so much. And she could see it in his eyes even if they moved over to the front door that opened in a careless manner. Revealing the two boys who's gazes instantly trailed themselves to the both Nami and Jimin. The situation being one of deja vu.

"It's been a minute, hyung. I was wondering when Nami would let you in again—"

"Kookie!" The girl couldn't help but glare over at the boy with a sniffled laugh. Making Jimin emit his own chuckles as he buried his face into the woman's neck with a smile. Knowing that he was watching. Watching the way she laughed. . . and smiled. . . but all for him. Because like I said, Jimin was good at that. . . was good at reading body language. Having learned it from a man he didn't know was also affiliated with Taehyung himself. And with the boy who Nami saw as her world.

But Taehyung didn't reveal his bluff. Nor the sudden amusement that ate at his soul. Because Jimin didn't intimidate him. Didn't make him feel worried. Or feel like competition. Because he knew that the girl who he spoke with all by himself was the same girl who had never looked more concerned the minute he revealed his own scars. Something that he knew he could take as an advantage. Because Nami wasn't used to that. Wasn't used to having people she could relate with. Or tell all her secrets to without them thinking she was insane.

And to her Taehyung felt safe. Felt trusting. Felt everything no one ever made her feel. Things she craved to encounter when meeting someone. Someone new. Someone interesting. Someone like, Taehyung. Taehyung being the same man who she didn't even know she was imagining Jimin as. . . before the two boys had walked in the door.

Short and receptive. . . I'm sorry :(( Mommy will try to make longer updates. But ty all for reading and I hope you're staying happy and healthy for me!! I love you. . . goo nighhh ヽ( '3｀)ﾉ