His finger traces my skin, his coffee brown eyes staring deep into mine as I feel chills run down my spine. "Taehyung." I call out his name, close to a whisper, afraid that someone might hear us. Why did being with him make me feel so good even though he wasn't mine to keep? [Highest Ranking: #1 in Fanfiction] Warning: some sexual/mature content Started, 30 Nov 2018 Ended, 25 Apr 2019 © 2019 softaura ✓ cover by: @eulu-xuria