"How about counting stars?" I asked.
"That's uncountable. Are you out of your mind?" Jimin laughed a little.
His smiles were beautiful. They were one of a kind where you could find joy just by looking at them.
"You see these few brighter ones?" I s...
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Morning [Taehyung]
I was off a twenty eight hour shift that day. Returning home, I found Taehyung scrolling through something over his phone while leaning against the couch, properly covering a space for two in a half-seated-half-laid position.
"I hate on-call weekends," I whined to draw some of his attention. He looked up at me with his half parted lips and an expression absorbed in both pity and shock.
"Go for a shower. I'll prepare your meal." He said, getting up from the couch.
"I want to sleep," I said with exhaustion taking over me while slipping out of my shoes in the doorway.
"I'm so proud of my wife," he said to cheer me up as I ran upstairs to our bedroom.
I had thrown myself against the bed right after I reached the room.
I needed a shower really bad. My scrubs smelt like antiseptic and bleach whereas my shirt underneath was a blend of lavender and sweat.
After a shower which almost felt like forever, my legs were numb and eyes were struggling hard to focus their line of vision. I dropped down onto the bed without even bothering the towel off my wet hair.
Few seconds later or that's what it seemed like at that time, I heard a faint sound of the door being opened and shut. I felt Taehyung scooting closer to me with his knees on the bed.
I was about to look up to him but, "hush.. don't move." He said.
His hand slowly reached out to my head for getting the towel off my hair. The next thing I felt was his fingertips curling and locking around few strands of my half wet hair near the scalp. I couldn't recall for how long he kept doing that.
When I woke up, I found myself under his protective embrace. His hand trailed up to my arm, releasing me as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to my ear lobe following by my forehead.
I found him staring down at me so I took the chance to annoy him meddling in with, "I'mma go and make breakfast now. You want seafood salad?"
I forced an elbow against the bed to get up but the first half of his upper body resisted my way up. "Stay," is all he whispered.
I was looking over at him. He had brown eyes. The dark ones which almost seemed black because of the way sunlight was shining through the windows and across his face.
I heard a buzz from my phone because of putting it on vibration the last night. Taehyung grabbed it from the back of my pillow and handed it to me, and I swiped up right after as it was my intern from the hospital.
"Good Morning, Dr. Kim Y/N. Hope you slept well. The patient from ward 6, room no. 137 woke up a while ago. Her stats are all good so far. Dr. Oh is on round and-"
"And I'll be there within less than an hour and set Dr. Oh free. Thank you for informing AND Good Morning." I said after glancing up at the hanging clock by the opposite wall. I was about to hang up but I held the phone back up to my ear as I heard a long nooo from the other end,and watched my husband rushing out of the room.
"Nooo, I've got something more to inform you. You can enjoy three more hours of sleep. We got this ,and we have staff here too, and we won't spoil your work, and you can rely on us."
"But-"
"And we'd call you if anything gets wrong," he said and hung up.
I walked downstairs into the kitchen only to find Taehyung moving back and forth between the stove, fridge and the kitchen counter. It seemed like he was trying to figure out what to prepare for a breakfast. I pressed my hands into the counter on either side of myself, sitting on top of it.
I was admiring the view in front of me. A sweet and adorable husband preparing breakfast.
God, how can he be any better.
As much as I loved watching him hurrying up with the work he was doing so I won't be late for mine, I was having difficulty to shove off the sexual tension that kept lingering on the back of my mind.
"I want you to turn off the stove and come to me." I said, without letting any kind of expression paint my face which left him all confused. He frowned a bit, trying to figure out his next move, but ended up doing what I asked for.
He walked to my direction and within a blink he was in front of me. He stayed upright on his feet in between my half parted legs. I threw my hands around his shoulder, pulling him closer as an approach for a kiss.
His warm hands slided up my cheeks and through the back of my head. And we were kissing. His lips were both desperate and claiming, and yet they followed a soft and slow pace which I've always adored.
I didn't want to let go and I knew he noticed, but he pulled away slowly, cupping my cheeks with our breaths touching without our foreheads touching because of him resting inches away.
"You'll get late," he said.
"Got three more hours," I replied as he crashed his lips into mine right after.
He slided his hand down the side of my body and his fingers shifted to the knot of my robe. His hand began to slowly inch its way upward until they reached underneath the hook of my bra.
The countertop is blessed.
He unhooked my bra before pushing off the robe. His lips circled my right nipple, and then brushed across the crook of my neck as he lifted me to take my panties off. His fingers trailed their way up my thigh until there remained no room for them to go. Two of his warm fingers slipped inside me as my body started motioning slowly against them.
He lowered his mouth on me only to join his fingers which made my head fall back and moan softly. He pulled his fingers slowly out of me as my hands hurried to get his shirt off followed by his jeans and the boxer.
His hand curved around the back of my neck and then he wrapped my legs around him.
I could feel him hard against my skin as he worked his length inch by inch inside me. It did hurt for a few seconds as he tried to fit his entire length which made my eyes squeeze shut.
It was not our first time, of course. But we happened to be focusing on connecting at the beginning.
The pain was replaced by the pleasure of being full when he started moving, drawing moans out of me.
The position lasted for several minutes before he lifted me with my legs wrapped around his waist, leaving the kitchen and into the massive couch we had on our living room.
