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8: Desperation

I shared this episode a little late, because I was in a bad mood, sorry. Please vote and comment... That motivates me 🖤

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"I destroy you, I can be nothing, but harm to you."

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I had an exhausting and wonderful day. Of course, it wasn't enough, but for a while, it was enough to satisfy my longing and desire for him. I knew from the day when his skin touched my skin that he would not be ordinary to me.

He was a man without limits. There was no impossible for him. He had a look in his eyes as if the whole world was under his feet. At times he was incredibly soft, fragile and naive, at times angry, combative and reckless.

Taehyung was full of paradoxes.

His head could change every second, every minute, and what he said sometimes didn't match what he did.

But this one I was used to it by now. Because I like it. And now that it didn't matter what kind of person he was, I know I couldn't let go of his hand no matter what. His happiness and peace were my only priority.

He's usually very energetic, and sometimes when I saw him pensive, his face falling, I just wanted to turn everything upside down. The smallest thing that could have happened to him would have hurt me deeply, too.

I slept in his arms, in his lap, listening to his heart under his chest, his hands, which smelled of kindness, stroking my hair, inhaling his scent impassively. I fell asleep quickly because I was tired and I felt peaceful and safe in his lap. I was a little mad at myself for that. I fell asleep right away, unable to enjoy those peaceful and beautiful moments, but I couldn't help it, he made me very tired again.

We could barely find our way home, singing like crazy on the street, with beer bottles in our hands. As soon as we stepped inside, he became wild and gripped my body. How he hastily undressed me, glanced at my body with his blackened gaze, his hands caressed every corner of my body, how he pushed his hardness into my whimpering hole, how he moaned with the smell of need... I remembered all of those.

He fucked me hard until he brought tears to my eyes again, and in the end, he took me in his lap and started patting me like I was a little baby.

When I felt him moving, I opened my heavy eyelids. I made it clear that I want to stay on his lap because I felt so comfortable and warm, with my hands tied around his waist. He stopped and started stroking my head with his hand again.

I know he was going to leave, he wanted to get up. He didn't want to leave, and I didn't want to wake up in the morning without him again. I didn't want to be crushed by his absence in this cold bed this morning. Neither does he.

Our ears had just memorized each other's moans. When I looked into his eyes, I saw how he enjoyed it, how he was crazy about me and how he didn't want to leave me but how he had to. He longed for me, breathed not the air of the room but my scent as if he didn't want to die and drew my scent into it. It was like I was his breath.

"My little one," he whispered and his deep voice made me realize that he was still by my side, and a smile blossomed on my face. "Are you hurt?"

When I shook my head as no, he had his hands wrapped around my body.

When he said, "We'd better take a hot shower," my closed eyes had reopened, and I raised my head and looked at him with my swollen eyes. "Or I'll fill the tub, carry you there in my lap, and then wash it myself. You want?"