"I can't get my mind off you, I think I might be obsessed. The very thought of you makes me want to get undressed."
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"I felt his deep passion finding an outlet at last. His kisses became from slow and sensual to more and more passionate. I felt h...
Oookay, so it looks like I'm not ready to let this story go yet! Enjoy this epilogue guys. Warning: if you're one of the people who don't approve of Y/N staying with Taehyung, you may not like this as it shows further development of their relationship. Feel free not to continue reading if you're not content with the idea of them ending up together.
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"There's a reason for the rainbow through the rain."
"Taehyung, the door!" I shouted, slipping yet another clip in my hair in an attempt to tame it and make it look the way I wanted it to.
"I can't!" I heard him shout from the other room. "Taeyang decided it was potty time just while I was holding him!"
"Oh God!" I exclaimed. Couldn't be mad, I had been there before. "Okay, I'll get it!"
My hair still a mess, I rushed down the stairs to open the door. The doorbell rang again just as I twisted the door knob.
"Jimin!" my lungs collapsed in a long relieved sigh. Jimin was standing on the door, one shoulder leaned towards the door frame, and raised his charming gaze from the ground just as I opened the door. "Thank you so much for doing this. Our nanny canceled last-minute."
"You know you can always count on me to save the day," he winked, raising his arm up to my eye level and waggling the bag he was holding. "Look what uncle Jimin brought for little Taeyangie!"
"Jimin, you can't keep showering him with gifts!" I scowled, my mouth twisting with disapproval. "You're spoiling him! I don't want him to grow up as an entitled, materialistic brat."
"Don't worry, I'll also lecture and teach him about the valuable things in life. Like how to pick up girls effortlessly." He flashed me a devilish grin.
"Jimin!" I hissed as my frown got even deeper.
"I'm just kidding," he raised his hands in defeat. "Where's our beloved Mr. Sweetface?"
"Taehyung is changing him after Mr. Sweetface decided to poop on him," I explained, releasing an exasperated sigh. "You know, I'm starting to think he's doing this on purpose, especially after we refused to give him candy today. He's established this kind of like a revenge tactic."
"Ew," Jimin scrunched his nose. "So that's why it stinks like baby poo in here. Leave that genius mastermind to me, I promise you he'd never poop on any of you two ever again. You know I can be quite convincing."
