K-pop fans and the world at large are thrown into turmoil when the rising global sensation Bangtan Sonyeondan, better known as BTS, are kidnapped in the dead of night. As the world reels in confusion, the young men of BTS find themselves living a ni...
Sven led Taehyung back to his quarters eager to have the young man all to himself for an entire evening. Twice in one day was more than he had hoped for.
Stopping at the door, he turned to Taehyung.
"I am going to see about having dinner prepared for us. While I do, why don't you clean up? I'll have my stylist set out something more appropriate for you to change into."
Moving closer to Taehyung the Russian reached down, tilting his face up to whisper against the Korean man's lips.
"How does that sound, my angel?"
Taehyung looked right at the man, hoping beyond hope that there would be no repeat of this morning. He didn't think his stomach could handle it. Knowing the monster before him required no verbal response, Taehyung pressed into the man, his lips parted slightly as he initiated the kiss, his teeth barely grazing the Russian man's lower lip. It killed him to do it, but he knew the Russian would like it. Taehyung had an idea that Sven liked it rough.
Growling when teeth touched his lip Sven deepened the kiss, hauling the smaller man against his body. With the heady scent of Taehyung filling his senses, Sven became temporarily overwhelmed before quickly pulling himself back.
"A hallway is no place for such things, Kim Taehyung," Sven growled, though he did not sound displeased. "Go in and make yourself comfortable. Shower with the toiletries provided. A stylist will be ready for you when you finish. Wait for my return, my angel. I shan't be long."
Taehyung just licked his lips and winked, finding the onstage sensuality that he would need for the rest of the night... maybe even for the rest of his time there, now that Sven had turned his attentions toward him. He turned around and made his way into Sven's room, locking the bathroom door behind him. He turned on the shower as hot as he could stand it and stepped inside, intending to scrub himself pink, already feeling dirty from the man's touch. He couldn't let his mind wander, couldn't allow himself to worry about what might happen next. But reality wouldn't let him delude himself. It would be new, just as everything that happened so far was new, because this wasn't the natural progression of a relationship that he enjoyed. He was not where he wanted to be and was not doing something he wanted to do.
He took a deep breath, letting the water cascade down his scalp and onto his shoulders and back.
I can do this...
I can do this...
I must do this...
He could do this.
He had to.
Taehyung slipped on a simple white satinshirt with a low v neckline after his shower, a new resolve spurring himon. He chose a tight pair of pants from the selection the stylists hadlaid out for him while he showered, tucking his shirt in and fastening his beltbefore tying a bandana to keep his hair out of the way. This was a goodlook for him, he knew. Even Seokjin hadcommented on how sexy he looked when he wore a bandana and compliments likethat didn't come easily from his hyung. Taehyung donned his uniform, taking pride in what was reflected in themirror. He replayed what his brothershad called him during that era - sexy, sensual, hot. That's what was needed now - sexy, pretty,but not too much. He could be that. He would be whatever it took to get them outof there.
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