𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄 ᴛᴋ (𝟏𝟖+)

"Don't." I breathed, close to a whisper, at the edge of daring, a weak attempt against the warm breath on my neck - on my skin so naked. It disobeyed, so did the lips - soft, sure - tracing my skin like the stubborn refusal to my pleas, burning its way down to my chest.

A few mistakes ago, I, to say the least, wasn't fine. But I was okay.
Enough to agree on a loveless marriage, on the supposed well-being of my life - namely, my mom's inner satisfaction with my submission to whatever she wished. I was okay - the perfect son, the perfect fiancé.

Then, I wasn't.

"Taehyung," I moaned, half to warn the sudden hand between my thighs, half to succumb to the offender so handsome. Coffee browns probed my mouth - dilated, full of want - and my eyes fluttered close, no longer brave to carry the weight of his gaze. Rather harshly, the hand brushed over the strain on my jeans, and the cold wall against my back seemed to burn the flesh when I made a noise so dirty, igniting a sense of desire within like it always existed.

Perhaps it did.

His mouth, retreating from my chest, reached mine, leaving behind many a few blotches, leaving behind that heat, still a breath away as it demanded in its low, rich tone,

"Give in."

My core twisted at the voice, his breath on my lips; and I felt the need to comply him deep in my bones.

I knew the risks, knew one move could undo years of labor. So I steadied my gaze, gaining a bit of composure, ready to firmly decline and push him gone.

But as those eyes pierced deep through my soul, I realized, I was more than a son or fiancé.

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