The Bridesmaid

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

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