❛ I will be your heaven , babygirl ❜
~Kim Taehyung
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Taehyung is an intimidating dominant master with a secretive past. When Y/N arrives from Korea as his virgin bride, he'll introduce her to wicked pleasures she has never dreamed of. But when Tae...
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He went to baggage claim and retrieved the things. He kept a steadying hand on you as often as he could. You rubbernecked, and now that the fear of the plane had passed. You got to his car. He opened the door for you and helped you in, then buckled your seat belt, as you didn't seem inclined to do it yourself. He threw the suitcase and his duffel bag in the back.
"I feel like I stand out from others and not in a good way" You sighed.
"You look beautiful just the way you are but if fitting in is all you want then I'll make a call"
"Only if it is not an inconvenience"
"Not at all" Taehyung looks at you, a sly smile playing at the corner of his mouth.
"You look beautiful now but I can't wait to see what you look like all dolled up"
Butterflies kick up in your belly and Taehyung continues driving.
Manoeuvring through the city, Taehyung watched traffic while stealing glimpses of you as you took in the sights. He pointed out landmarks as you passed. Once you were settled in, he'd have to take you sightseeing. New York City had plenty to impress you with, though he'd lived too close for too long to be dazzled by what it had to offer. He'd much rather take you to the beach house or one of his other recreational properties, where you both could relax.
You fell asleep before you were even out of New York, exhausted by your long journey. Having you in the United States, after waiting so long to meet you, was surreal. It gave Taehyung the uncomfortable sensation of being irrevocably responsible for another human being's welfare. He'd had subs before, often two at a time, but he'd brought you here and you had no support system except him. In the past, some women he'd dated were somewhat dependent on him, but in your case he was literally the only thing standing between you and danger.
It almost felt like he was taking responsibility for a child. Maybe you had life skills, but they would do you very little good in a foreign country. His silent drive home gave him time to think, but none of his thoughts were comforting. It was official-he was crazy, just like Jimin had been saying for the past nine months.
You woke only as he turned off into the driveway of his house. It was dark out, but the timer had flipped on the outside lights so at least they could see their way to the door. You stood outside on the front walk, gazing up at the house.
A massive ultra-lux mansion towered over you as she walked up.
"What is this place?" You ask.
"This is my house," he replied simply. "Your house too, if you choose to stay here, then it will be our home" He keyed his passcode into the control panel and opened the door, then led you into the foyer. The sleekness and clean lines of the marble, glass, and metal soothed you.
You tucked your hands behind your back and laced your fingers together. You were taking in everything. All of that felt like a dream.
