Bts imagines PT.3

Taehyung

this wasn't supposed to happen, you knew, this was going to be a mistake.

you would regret this in the morning.

but you couldn't help it, not with the way his dark eyes glinted under the street lights as he puffed away. the ring that pierced  his perfect lips, you'd always loved the way it felt when he kissed you. you couldn't resist with the way his midnight hair curled just under his brows but just before his eyes, like a curtain to shield you from the sultry desires that swirled within them.

you couldn't help it, you never could.
kim taehyung was a black fog that couldn't be escaped, he engulfed you whole and would leave you with nothing but a trace on your skin. too many fell victim to him and his games, oh his mind games, you promised not to be one of them. but alas, you were.
kim taehyung wanted nothing but a game, and you wanted more. you wanted lovers dances among rose painted fields and sweet kisses under milky orange skies. and for a moment, it seemed, beyond the sex and jealousy and heated passion, that he wanted the same things as you.

taehyung, wanted you.

"i'll regret this in the morning..." you mumble into a mop of his hair, letting him push his head into the junction between your neck and your jaw. the touch of his lips is as light as a feather, pressing small kisses and little nips into your skin. he makes patterns of love against the canvas of your body and you let him. despite the regret.
taehyung lifts his head from his artwork, looking up at you with constellations in eyes.  capricornus, horned goat, the stars outline in his whiskey orbs. "what was that?" he mumbles, hands gliding down your bare torso to steady your hips that straddle his. he holds you like you belong to him, like he needs you. but he won't.
you shake your head, mind too hazy to answer and press your lips to his. your thoughts scream at you to get up and leave, because he doesn't love you and he never will. the alcohol in your veins dulls the vague memories of when you found taehyung in your bed, with him.
suddenly, you feel yourself drowning. perhaps in the relief and pleasure that he gives you, as taehyung unclips your bra. his hair tickles at your chest as he kisses a pathway to your breast, lips engulfing the nipple so he can hear you whine they way you used to for him. "tae..."
"shh princess, i've got you."
the next moments pass quickly, clothes are pushed and wrestled off, bodies are pressed together and silent gasps pass from between your lips as he finally enters you. with his forehead pressed against yours,  you open for him like the flowers in spring bloom. you force your head back into the pillows, fingers curl in his oblivion locks and you whine his name.

his name.

the sound alone drives him forward as he bottoms out, lips finding yours again and tongues clashing. you love him, you want him to love you back.  lost breaths become low grumbles and the room is filled with heat and sweaty skin. "i love you," taehyung sighs, moving his body in sync with yours. "i love you..."
maybe it's because you're riding on the edge of the release, maybe it's the alcohol talking but something in your heart wants to believe in it, believe in what he says.
although, as the high fades and the darkness rises, you can't find it in yourself to say it back.

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you knew, you would regret it in the morning.

waking up to an empty bed, the sheets cold and your body naked under the cotton sheets. your head pounds heavily as you move to sit up, he was gone before the sun could rise. this was your normal, this was what you were used to.
the search for your clothes isn't easy, shirts and underwear and pants littered across the room like stepping stones on a muddied puddle of emotions. of course, taehyung was never one to stay by your side through the nights, even when he held your heart so tightly in his. fresh tears begin to pool in your eyes as you dress, mind raising with pain and hurt that you swore you would never feel again.
the door clicks open and you freeze, sure that you look like a snotty and disheveled mess. that's what taehyung did to you, he made a mess of you and left without cleaning up. taehyung stands before you, chocolatey eyes and curled devils locks just as strewn about as your own. "i went to get breakfast, YN..." taehyung's voice trembles, as if it's about to break. the man steps into the room, a brown paper bag in hand and coffee in the other. "I swear...i-i went to get breakfast, i wasn't going to leave you..not this time,  please don't leave."
"you didn't...you didn't go?" you waver watching him closely without making a movement, the devil with the pink lips approaches you as he dashes the bags onto the bed and sets the coffee down on the bedside table. the resolve  you've built up starts to crumble as he wraps his arms around you, weakly sinking onto his knees with you.
"i love you, YN,  i meant what i said last night, i want you," taehyung hums, cradling you and kissing at your head as you shake within his hold. "when i saw you again, i knew i didn't want this to be the last time, i knew that i didn't want to hurt you anymore. will you please give me a second chance? i won't ever leave you..."
you look up at him, desperate to see the truth in his galaxy stare and cling to him for dear life. you feel it, you see it. he means it this time, he wants you like how you wanted him. "my heart can't handle any more pain, taehyung, you have to promise to change for me." you say firmly, biting your lip.

taehyung matches your actions, fiddling with the lip ring you loved so much. "i promise, i just need you back here with me."

a warmth engulfs you, the promise is real. so with hesitant lips, you lean up to kiss taehyung. the cold of his silver ring touches yours lips gently and your desperate for more, reaching your fingers into his thick locks and tugging him closer to you. the kiss speaks a thousand words, love, sorrow, regret. "i love you," you whisper, missing the familiar words on your tongue. taehyung chuckles, pressing his forehead to yours and repeating the words back to you.

you suspected the morning after would be full of regret, but instead, it was filled with joy and the scent of the man you missed.