Heatwave ~ Kim Taehyung

Godless (M)

It's been 3 and a half weeks. He's fucked 7 girls, well 8 if you count getting sucked off. Not that you are keeping count...

You haven't dared tell Lotta; you can envisage her reaction crystal clear in your head. I fucking knew it! I told you there's no way you guys are "just friends"; Taehyung's totally into you, and you've been attracted to him since day dot! Oh, this was a long time coming.

This is where she is tragically wrong:

1) You guys are still "just friends."

2) Taehyung's totally not into you, evidence solidified by his increasing body count.

3) You're not attracted to him; it was a momentary relapse, the heat making you weak and lack of good dick making you horny.

Hence you've planned on keeping this a secret from all your friends, just like That Night in Mykonos. What they don't know won't concern them, and neither will it reverse the situation.

After fucking you eagle-spread on the couch, then up against the wall of the shower to wash away your sins and mistakes, he made an agreement with you that it was a one-time thing (well second-time thing, but who cares for pedantism). That you are going to carry life on the way it was before, as flatmates, good mates. That you will never bring it up again, amongst yourselves or to others. That it won't be weird between you two, because what's weird about two really close friends having hot pent up sex?

And so that's the way things have gone.

The electrician came on Thursday and fixed the air conditioning right up, along with the mildly awkward hesitancy still lingering. Everything resumed its natural order: you were busy revising for your exams; he accompanied you to the library when you wanted a change in scenery; for dinner you'd go to your favourite Korean BBQ place down the road.

Maybe a good rough pounding from Taehyung was exactly what you needed to get your head straight and focus on your studies because you had miraculously found all your exams, even quantum mechanics, passable. You might have even gotten a first in all of them.

Taehyung only had the one maths exam; his course is mostly based on coursework anyway. According to him, it went the best it could have, considering he had the time to hook up with almost ten girls. Again, not like you care.

You genuinely don't.

It surprises you how normal you've both been about this. But then why should it? It's not like this is the first time anyway... Knowing Taehyung, two extreme possibilities could've arose from this: he either falls madly in love with you because of the big sap he is, or he gives zero fucks because he is a whore who only cares about sleeping around. For you, there is only ever the latter option.

Y/N and romance repel each other like two magnetic north poles. Perhaps it says more about your emotional depth that you have failed all your life to have feelings for anyone.

So here you are, strutting down the tacky alcohol-painted steps of a nightclub, the very one you met Taehyung at actually. He follows two paces behind you, and the sly minx in you kind of hopes he's checking out your ass for your own self esteem. Because you know you look really hot tonight.

You glance back to confirm your suspicion. For a second, he looks like a deer caught in headlights, eyes wide and mouth agape. Then a lopsided smirk starts to spread slowly, as if saying can you blame him?

In your black lace bodycon dress that accentuates your figure in all the right places and is short enough for your lady bits to feel the breeze, you really can't...