His Addiction || KIM TAEHYUNG - [#2 of Mafia series]

EP 2

Taehyung's Point of View:

Groaning, I pictured her on her knees, her doe eyes looking up at me, and her hair tangled in my fist. The thought of her, so vulnerable yet so enticing, made my blood surge with an uncontrollable desire. I felt myself twitch, the need growing stronger with every passing second. But the cold shower wasn't helping; the icy water only seemed to heighten my frustration, doing nothing to quell the fire raging inside me.

Every moment with her flashed through my mind: the way she laughed softly at dinner, the way her lips curved into a shy smile when she caught me staring. I tried to shake off the thoughts, tried to focus on the freezing water pelting my skin, but it was useless.

Nabi. Her name was a whisper on my lips, a mantra that echoed in my mind. She was more than just a pretty face; there was something about her, something that called to the darkest parts of me. She wasn't what she seemed, and neither was I. The world saw me as a cold, arrogant prince, but beneath that facade lay a man driven by an insatiable hunger, a need to possess and control.

And Nabi... she would be mine.

"Fuck!" I swore, rubbing my fist up and down my length, feeling myself on the brink. My other hand banged against the shower wall as my eyes rolled back. I was so close... her smile... her shy smile... oh god!

With a final shudder, my length squirted thick ropes of cum against the wall. I breathed heavily, leaning my forehead against the cold tiles, trying to regain my composure. It was midnight, and I couldn't sleep after coming back from the Shin's mansion. The dinner had been nice, but the girl... the girl was more than nice.

Nabi. Her presence had lingered in my mind all evening, haunting me, and driving me to this state. I could still see her sitting across the table, her delicate fingers playing with the edge of her napkin, her eyes glancing up at me with a mixture of curiosity and something else... something that mirrored the darkness within me.

She wasn't like the others. There was a depth to her, a complexity that intrigued me. And that shy smile... it was a weapon, one that pierced through my cold exterior and struck at the core of my being.

Dressing quickly, I walked out of the bathroom, the lingering scent of her still in my mind. My room was dimly lit, shadows playing tricks on the walls, but all I could see was her face. I poured myself a drink, hoping the alcohol would help me sleep, but knowing it wouldn't. She was under my skin, and no amount of whiskey would change that.

Tomorrow, I would see her again. 

The next morning, I sat at the breakfast table with my usual resting bored face, trying to keep my exhaustion from showing. Mom gave me a sharp side-eye, the kind only an Asian mom could master. I sighed, feeling anything but fresh. I was drained, utterly spent. I hadn't slept a wink last night, tormented by thoughts of her.

That girl will be the death of me!

Mom was saying something, her voice barely penetrating the fog of my dilemma. I nodded absently, not really hearing her words. Then, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I fished it out, grateful for the distraction. It was my secretary, Chanyeol.

"Boss... you're late today," he started, and I sighed internally. "You have a meeting in 20 minutes... we talked about this yesterday."

"Right," I muttered, rubbing my temples. "I'll be there."

Hanging up, I pushed my chair back and stood up. "I have to go," I told Mom, who was still giving me that look. "Work."

She pursed her lips but didn't say anything, knowing better than to argue. I left the house, my mind still fixated on Nabi. I needed to get her out of my head, but how?

In the car, I tried to focus on the upcoming meeting, but her face kept intruding on my thoughts. Her shy smile, the way her eyes sparkled with curiosity...

As I pulled into the office parking lot, I knew I was in trouble. I couldn't afford to be distracted, not with everything going on. But I couldn't help it. Nabi had awakened something in me, something primal and consuming.

Walking into the building, I forced myself to push thoughts of her aside. The meeting was a blur; I couldn't focus at all. I drank three, maybe five, cups of coffee, hoping the caffeine would jolt me into alertness, but it did nothing to clear my mind.

Now, sitting in the backseat of my car, sipping the cold remnants of my last coffee through a straw, I gestured for the driver to roll down the window. I glanced around, sunglasses shielding my eyes from the public. If people saw me like this, out in the open, they'd lose their minds. 

As we drove past a nearby university, my eyes scanned the crowd of students, and then they froze. There she was. My Nabi. Don't ask me how I knew she would be here—it's very simple for a person like me.

She was walking out of the gate with a smile, talking to a guy. Who is he? Her boyfriend or what? A surge of possessiveness gripped me. I clenched my jaw, my hand tightening around the coffee cup until it crumpled slightly.

"Pull over," I ordered the driver.