Fame Isn't Worth It | k.th

Chapter 34

Slightly smuffy chapter coming. There's no thing nor is it implied but it gets a bit steamy ⚠️ Skip the part where Soorim says she's so relaxed she could forget who she is, if you're not comfortable reading it

After the Jakarta incident, Sora and I had an unspoken respect and understanding for one another.

She was still a bit clingy to Taehyung and sometimes she couldn't help herself with snarky comments, but I found myself accepting it and understanding where she was coming from.

She too had also backed off. She could still be a diva but her attitude towards the other staff was a lot better and she learned that everyone was doing their job for her. To make sure she did well.

Today we were on our way to Bangkok, Thailand.

It was the last leg of our Asia leg, which got me excited because we only had Australia and Korea left.

We boarded our flight and off towards the bustling city of Bangkok.

Time Skip

We had arrived pretty late at night so we had to head to the hotel and rest so we could sightsee the next day.

Jungkook appeared at my side with a curious expression on his face.

"Okay what did you say to Sora? Because I think you actually broke her," he said.

I turned and saw that Sora had refused the help of the managers and that she was okay to carry her own stuff.

She and I made brief eye contact and she smiled softly.

"I did nothing. She did that on her own accord," I grinned proudly.

Jungkook scoffed, "You're acting as if you're friends again after she literally ruined her life."

"Healing," I simply answered, before heading up to my own room.

I flopped on the comfy hotel bed, settling under the covers for the night.

Images of Sora actually being decent flashed through my mind and then thoughts of Taehyung and I did too.

"All is right in the world. It's time my stars finally aligned."

After a few hours of sleep I woke up and got ready for my long day of sightseeing.

I joined the others out front and got in my respective car alongside the other managers.

Sora had requested that we start our journey with a Thai massage.

The thought of a massage sent shivers up my spine. Was definitely in need of a massage.

We arrived at a massage parlor not too far away from our hotel and checked in for our appointments. It was just Taehyung, Sora, some managers, and I, as the others weren't in the mood for a massage and just headed straight to the shopping center we were supposed to go to.

"Mama needs some tender love and care," I hummed happily.

We entered the massage area and were each given our own changing stalls.

I quickly slipped out of my clothes, stripping down to my undergarments.

I wrapped a towel around my body, and headed out to the massage table.

Sora was already out, pleasantly relaxed as the massage therapist worked their magic.

I excitedly got on my own table, putting my face through the little hole.

Soon enough I felt someone rubbing oil over my body before pressing wonderfully on my back.

Oh my god it was like heaven. I felt all my tension and stiffness leave my body. I felt like I had floated up to the gates of heaven and knocked happily.

I gasped as the massage therapist undid a knot in my back.

"Having fun?" An obnoxious voice snickered.

"You'll be making similar noises in a minute pretty boy," I retorted.

"Would you two quit bickering? I'm trying to get in my zen mode," Sora snapped.

I let out a soft chuckle at her comment.

So I laid there, enjoying the massage that worked out every last bit of strain in my body.

After about an hour our time was up. I sat up in a daze, a very zoned out expression on my face.

"I'm going into the hot tub. Neither of you come," Sora said, turning to go somewhere else.

"So she's just gonna leave us," I sighed.

The massage therapists had left us in the room and said we could either go for a dip in the hot tub or stay in the room and enjoy the essential oils they had put out.

"I guess we're team essential oils," I sighed.

I quickly ran to my stall to grab my clothes, Taehyung following to do the same.

After changing back we went and sat in the room with all the essential oils swirling around.

"I'm so relaxed that I think I might forget who I am," I purred sleepily.

Taehyung stood in front of me, a playful glimmer in his eyes.

"Let me help you remember."

He leaned in pressing his lips against mine.

"You're Kang Soorim."

He began to gain the dominance, easily making me melt in his hold.

"You work as a freelancing stage manager."

He gently nibbled at my bottom lip, igniting flames inside of me I didn't know I had.

"But you're strangely good at everything. Like singing."

His applied a bit more pressure, allowing himself more access to my lips.

"You dance like a goddess."

His lips left mine leaving me yearning for contact, but instead he planted sweet kisses down my face.

"You're beautiful in every way."

He moved towards my neck, softly nicking a certain spot. I felt my head lull to the side as he began to bite a little harder.

"You have this aura that lights up a room and makes everyone smile."

He stopped nibbling and placed soft and gentle kisses. Ones that were full of love and passion.

"You're brilliant."

He began to move back up to my lips, slowly and agonizingly working his way up.

Feeling a rush of overwhelming pleasure, I let out a slight gasp, causing Taehyung to smirk.

"You're strong and independent."

His hands which were lazily perched on my thighs had now moved to my waist, pulling me closer to him.

"You've got four tattoos. One that says 'the forest meets the mountain.' Another that says 'aspire.' Another that says 'healing.' And finally one about you and your best friend."

Instead of moving to my mouth, he moved to the places where the tattoos were. Delicately pressing kisses along each line of ink.

My hands made their way into his hair, tousling it as he loved.

"And finally, you're mine."

Unable to take the slowness anymore, I crashed my lips onto his, gaining dominance over him.

He gladly accepted, responding with similar eagerness.

But just as things were getting fired up, someone knocked at our door.

We separated quickly, trying to calm our racing hearts and erratic breaths.

I watched Taehyung from afar as he thanked the massage therapist and remembered what Sora had asked me to do.

I will, I promise.

Taehyung had a wide and genuinely happy smile on his face.

Just not today.