❝How about you take that robe off and show me what you can do to me? ❞ -Min Yoongi
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Ruthless, sharp and powerful can only mean on women in her workplace. The women named Kim Rhiee works at a strip club called house of strippers, she is one of the...
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"Bitch let it go, Elsa did"
How can I stop? I didn't, how long did I know him and here we are, I wanted to pull back, but my body didn't allow me to, my hands didn't allow me to stop ruffling with his hair, playing with it as my body kept close to his, our chest touching. I didn't want this to happen at least not this early on but here we are, his hands went on my hip grabbing me closer to him until my whole body landed on top of his, his lips couldn't stop matching with mine, soft and addictive, I couldn't stop and I didn't want to. His hand gently went down my hair, towards my ears taking my eye mask completely off. He looked at my eyes and I couldn't help but look back, his mouth left a small hiss, then I realized I was on top of him.
"shit, am sorry" I apologized moving away from him, looking at his wound.
"please let me treat it before it gets worse..." he looked down at his chest, clear red blood covering his shirt, visual to see. He looked back at me.
"fine.." he tilted his head backwards, grabbing the cotton from the table and continued to treat his wound, it was quite deep, I wonder what happened? did someone attack him?
"what happened to you...?"
"nothing.." his voice deep and husky, he doesn't trust me yet I know, I need him to trust me.
"you can tell me..." why did I say that, are you expecting him to just say it.
"you know my mum always said if you have something to say just say it and everything will be alright" I smiled, to my surprise he lifted his head up, his eyes just stared at me, he was looking around to see if it's okay to say anything?
"i got attacked..." his voice was low, not a whisper but almost. I didn't want to ask anymore questions, it will seem too suspicious.
"am glad your okay, your injury is not major" I wrapped a bandage around his wound, as I did he lightly spoke.
"thank you rhiee..." my heart almost jumped, I looked up at him and before I knew it his face was inches away from mine, he brought his hand up to my cheeks as he breathed in and out, trying to get words out. why am I so nervous?
"may i...?" his eyes locked with mine, my head wants to nod and say yes but my head really doesn't want to get in this shit.
"fuck it" my lips met his as I moved a little closer to him, I could feel a smirk forming on his lips, he wasn't wearing a shirt as I removed it to treat his injury, all his black tattoos were visible on his chest, damn. He wrapped his large arms around my waist, pulling me closer as he bit my lip.
Am fucked
*** 1 week later Y/N POV
"Taehyung" i stood outside his room for a few seconds, knocking on his door, clearly his not listening or not there. I knocked once again, this time harder. I started to regret it a little bit, just because he's always been nice to me since the day I came here and I don't want to damage anything, so I turned my heels, turning around heading towards my room, before I could do so I felt a hard grip on my hand, pulling me backwards, he closed the door and spoke.
"what's up..?" he asked calmly, fidgeting with something on his hand as he laid on his bed, kim taehyung why are you so friendly? is he tricking me or something. I walked towards him, his eyes never leaving mine as I took a seat next to his bed.
"taehyung..?" he gently lifted his chin, telling me to continue.
"i need to tell you something really important, please don't get mad me..." he chuckled at my response, lifting one leg up to the bed.
"I won't, what is it...?" my hands shaking, I had to tell him, he's the only one i can tell this to....
