Indulgence- Taehyung [18+]

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"What'd you think was gonna happen, Jimin? Huh?" The man could feel her lips against his neck. It being the girl who knew her place. That she was to be kept a secret. And that Jimin only used her for sex. . . and nothing more.

"I loved her, Eunji—I do love her—"

"Jimin." The girl couldn't help but cut him off with an instant scoff. Having removed herself from where she laid behind the man who sat on the edge of her bed.

"You can honestly say you're still in love with her after fucking me—"

"You don't get it—"

"Don't get what, huh? That you're an incompetent asshole who can't get his shit together—" She couldn't even say another word. Having already felt the way her back made contact with the wall. And the way his grasp on her throat was unbearably tight as she laughed at the man who's jaw had never been more clenched. Because she knew him. Knew him like the back of her hand.

"You watch how the fuck you speak to me—"

"Or what? Huh?" Jimin could feel the way her fingers met with his chest. Gliding ever so carelessly amongst the bareness of his skin that she'd crave to have pressed against her own on most nights.

"Oh come on, Eunji, let's not forget about the days you'd cheat on Yoongi. . . with me." He knew his words had gotten underneath her skin almost instantly. Having caught the immediate softening of her gaze that glistened with immediate tears. Because she hadn't forgot. Hadn't forgot how much she's regretted her own decisions in life. And hadn't forgot the amount of disgust held within his face the minute he broke up with her. Having realized she was using him. Just like everyone did.

"You know he doesn't know about that—"

"And what if he did? Huh?" She could feel his breath on her skin. The heat of it enough to have each crevice of her body going completely numb as he slipped his hand underneath the shirt she attired. The shirt that was his. And the shirt that she had let her tears fall on oh so many times.

"What if he were to find out that I had been fucking you behind his back? That I had you begging for me almost every. . . fucking. . . night—"

"Get out—"

"Oh come on, Eunji, there's nothing to be ashamed of here. . . you know we all have our own guilty pleasures." Jimin let his head tilt. All while pressing her into the wall just enough to elicit a silent breath from the girl who could see the danger hidden behind his gaze. But she didn't care. She never did.

"You're just as pathetic as the rest of them." She couldn't help but push him away. Having felt his hand leave from underneath her shirt as she watched the way he smirked. Because he was always so amused.

"You know he'd kill you. Jesus he'll kill fucking anyone who gets in his way—"

"He's sick." Jimin cut her off. Having scoffed at the woman who's lips became agape. And who's eyes became glossy the minute the words slipped his tongue. Because she still loved him. Yet he was nowhere near her reach anymore.

"What—"

"He's sick. And I can already see how fucking weak he's gotten." Jimin met her eyes. Remembering the loss of strength in his punches after he had been all over Ming. . . because of Nami.

And he watched as the girl kept silent. Knowing that she had nothing to say. Because she was nothing to Yoongi anymore. Unlike the girl who Jimin brought up next. Wanting nothing more than to embed the woman standing before him with guilt. Just like she did him.

"But he has, Ming. . . and we all know that she's doing the things for him that you couldn't." His words were so harsh. Breaking her heart that continued to beat in an uncomfortable manner, all while Jimin shook his head with a laugh. Because like I said, he never cared. And he wouldn't care as she watched the man leave. Having let the front door of her apartment slam shut as he does so. Just like the man's who's arms were wrapped around the girl's frame. The same girl being the one who couldn't help but giggle as her back met with the wall of his bedroom. Because she was happy. And the feeling had became so taboo to her.

"T-Taehyung, wait—" She could barely even speak due to the amount of laugher emitting from her lips. Her lips that the man was already trying to have pressed against his own as she planted a hand to his chest with a playful glare. Having felt the buzzing of her phone from the back pocket of her jeans.

"They can't be as important as me. . . huh?" Taehyung pressed. Wanting to do nothing more than have the girl surrendering at the tips of his digits as she shook the man off of her with a stern call of his name. His name that all of a sudden felt so weird to say. Because still he stayed in the back of her mind. It being the same man who she had no idea was trying to kill the one. . . standing before her.

"Kookie?" Taehyung watched as she slid her thumb across the glass. All while stalking back up to the woman only to bury his face into her neck with a silent whisper of her name.

"Where are you? I haven't heard from you since the other night." She could hear the slight panic in his tone. Knowing that he always looked out for her even if she was older. And that the girl was never one to not be at home if she wasn't working.

But Jungkook didn't care about that. Didn't care about anything more than knowing if she was alive. Because he didn't tell her that he had went back to dealing. . . and he wouldn't.

"I've been with, Taehyung." She could feel the way he smirked against her neck. Having eased the nerves rummaging through her veins almost instantly. Because Nami didn't want her brother upset. Upset that she was with his friend.

And just like that, the line went silent. Emitting nothing more than the soft breaths coming from one another's lips as she waited for him to to say something.

"Kookie—"

"Just be safe, okay. I'll see you later." Jungkook cut her off. Having ended the call in a hurried manner after seeing another one coming in from him. Leaving Nami completely confused. Because Jungkook was always so hard to read. And was slipping more and more from her own grasp.

"It's fine, baby. . . he'll adjust to it all soon."  Taehyung could tell that she was upset. Having felt the way her stance stiffened as he moved his lips up to her own.

"But—"

"He already knows, Nami. There's nothing to hide." There wasn't. And Nami knew that as she let herself bring her arms up around the man's neck. All while he took hold of her thighs that became trapped against his waist. Having elicited the most beautiful laughter from the woman who connected their lips ever so softly. Feeling the immediate want in his own as he set the girl down against his mattress. Catching the happiness in her eyes. And the adoration that they held. Because for once the feeling wasn't forced. Yet all emotions. . . are always temporary.

Is it juicy enough yet? *evil laugh* more things to be revealed soon. . . and very soon mwhahaha. But how about we have Jungkook. .  roll the dice just a little more *extra evil laugh* however mommy loves all her kittens so, so much! And I truly do appreciate all the support. I will be back soon for more. . . sleep tight ヽ( '3｀)ﾉ