The kiss deepened slowly. Not rushed. Not clumsy. It was the kind of kiss that unfolded-like something that had waited in silence for far too long. Taehyung's hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer until her body pressed against his. She felt him-solid and warm, the steady rise and fall of his chest, and the quiet restraint in the way he held her. Her fingers curled into the front of his shirt, pulling him down again. He kissed her like he wanted to memorize her mouth. She kissed him like she wanted to forget they were supposed to stop. -after a while- When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless. Her lips were swollen, parted. His thumb traced the edge of her jaw. "Tell me to stop," he whispered, voice low, hoarse. She didn't.