Note:
This chapter is a fill-in on all the missing parts of the last chapter, picking up from the end of the night of the accident. [I thought it'd be unique to write it like this!] So it includes the missing POV.

Chapter seven:
"Hidden Revelations"

Jennie POV

Everyone was enjoying the dinner. We were talking about the accident from earlier, movies, sports, everything! It was really refreshing to notice that we could all get along, without ripping someone's hair out - most likely Yeri's - or fighting with our exes. Jimin and Yeri were next to each other joking, and so were Jungkook and Yoona. Yoongi and Luna sat across from Taehyung and I, holding hands and looking adorable. But I would notice every once in awhile, while we were all laughing, that Yoongi would glance over at me with that sparkle in his eye, and just smile at me like he'd known me for years.

It was really quite pleasant! His smile seemed so warm... so inviting... so pure. I hadn't seen a smile like that in a long time, and it truly warmed my heart.

Toward the end of the dinner, I did notice Taehyung's expression turn into some sort of an enigma. He went from joking and laughing and teasing about being all heroic earlier, to looking completely glum and confused. I couldn't figure out what was wrong with him! One second he was drinking his wine, laughing at one of Yoongi's jokes, and the next second he had his forehead in his right hand, and wouldn't meet anyone's eyes. It was as if he came to some kind of revelation.

I sighed, reaching my hand up and rubbing his back. Taehyung twitched and glanced over at me, like he had been startled. He gave me an apologetic sour glance, before staring back at his wine glass. I raised my left eyebrow and cleared my throat to get his attention. He glanced back over to me, ignoring everyone's conversations around us, and frowned. I mouthed, "Do you want to go talk?" He gave me a slight, silent nod. I told Jungkook and Yoona a quick thanks for us, and reached out my hand for him, which he took. I watched Luna's head rise up when he rose to his feet, and he gave her a soft smile. She returned it, before Yoongi started whispering in her ear, making her laugh out loud. I tugged on his hand and took him upstairs, to the mini-bar and game room. He slammed his fist into the wooden wall, his breathing getting suddenly heavier. I remained quiet, walking over and sitting on top of the pool table, waiting for him to start venting, which I knew he would.

And like clock work, not even a minute later, his rant began. "I just don't fucking get it!" he shouted, his arms outstretched. "Please explain all of this to me! I mean," he stopped talking so he could bring his hands to his chest, toward his heart. "Why do I feel this way, Jennie? This isn't like me! This isn't what I do. Why is this all confusing?"

I took a deep breath, not having a clue what he was referring to, "I'm... not... sure?"

He moaned, throwing his head back and looking at the ceiling.

"Taehyung, why don't you try to explain what you're thinking, so I don't sit here looking dumber than I already do?"

"Her!" he shouted, pointing on the floor of the second story, downstairs, toward the dining room that is caddy-cored below us. "What is this?!"

"I'm still lost," I said. "...Maybe you could be more specific? What about her?"

"She just...Errr!" he growled, spinning to look at the wall behind him. "She just has this way of making me so... unnerved and confused. She's done this since we were kids!"

"Okay..." I said, scratching my head, "we're still not getting anywhere."

"Luna!" he gasped, spinning back on his heels to face me again. "Why is she doing this to me?"

I hopped off the table, walking slowly toward him with my hands out in front of me.

"Taehyung..." I began, slowly grabbing his forearms. "What did Luna do?"

He sighed, looking at me like he just lost his puppy, "I don't know."

"Taehyung," I said again, stepping closer to him, "I love you. You know that... but because I'm your best friend, you also know I'm not going to lie to you..."

"Yes."

"You need to move on from her. All bullshit aside, and I'm not telling you this only because I want to be with you... it's for your own good. This isn't healthy."

He nodded, looking down at his shoes.

I took my index finger and lifted his chin, so he'd look at me. "It's been four years. You've both cheated. You've both caused pain on each other... I know you care for her as a person, and you always will. And she will for you too... but you don't even know Luna anymore. You have no idea what she's learned, what she's done, what she's said... She could be totally different from the high school Luna. Most of us are, you know? Now, I'm not saying she's a bad person, because I don't believe that. But I am saying that she's different, and it's very clear to see, once you step out of the bubbled images she's created around herself."

He gave another nod, frowning at me. "She gave you a lap dance, Taehyung. She wears heels. She's more outgoing. She wears revealing bathing suits... she's grown up, Taehyung. She's matured. She came into her own... And I think you're still expecting her to be that sweet, innocent, virginal Luna that depended on you for her only source of happiness, like you were the damn sun. And now you've seen that she has a life without you... and I think that's what bothers you."

He scoffed, shaking his head, "Yeah, I guess you're right."

I bent down, to look him in the eye again, "Are you just saying that?"

"No," he shook his head again, "you are right, Jennie. Luna's changed. She's not the girl that I spent four years loving and trying to place my world around... She's not the same."

We stood there in silence for a few moments. Then he looked back to his shoes, still upset.

"Do you want another drink?" I asked, pointing in the direction of the mini-bar behind us.

"Yeah," he exhaled, walking toward it, "I'll make. What do you want?"

"I don't care," I replied. "And I'll make a deal with you. You mix the drinks, I rack the balls."

"Deal."

I jogged over to the pool table, suddenly feeling excited that I get to spend time with him, like we used to do. "This is fun!" I exclaimed as I set and racked. He laughed as I attempted to break the balls. I never get them in. Sure, I can bounce the cue ball over an opponent's, and I can make some wicked curve scores. But breaking... not my specialty. "Why do you always make fun of me?" I asked, hand on hip as he came over to me with two cocktail glasses full of something clear.

"Because it's too easy," he replied with a cocky smirk. We took a sip at the same time, and I coughed at my glass while he continued swallowing.

"Oh my god!"

"It's good for you, drink it up."

I squished my face together as I sniffed it, "What the hell is this?"

He chuckled, taking another sip, "One tablespoon of honey, dash of 7-up, and 190-proof Everclear, shaken on ice with a hint of lime."

I gave him a disgusted look as I held the glass away, "You are high if you think I'm going to be drinking this! Do you remember the last time Jungkook got me drunk off of this?!"

"Yeah he said he saw you topless!" he giggled, shaking his head. "I bet that was a pretty funny night."

"Yeah I was topless, because I was plastered off of one glass. No thanks, take it away." He gave me his favorite, best puppy dog face. "No!" I giggled, looking away from him, "I'm not giving in."

He walked over to me, curling out his bottom lip and blinking, "Pweaze?"

"Taehyung! No!"

"Pwetty Pweaze?"

I closed my eyes, holding my chin up and shaking my head.

"Pwetty pweaze with cherry on top, and I promise to teach you how to break, like you've asked me to do for months?"

I groaned, slumping my shoulders but not opening my eyes, "Fine. I'll sip on it."

"Thanks J!" he exclaimed, suddenly cheery for the first time in hours.

"Yeah, yeah, now get over here and show me how to be a big tough man who can break balls."

"Sip first," he said, pointing to my untouched glass.

I growled and took a baby sip.

"Thank you," he replied, heading to me and pushing the balls back in the center. "Now, the first key of breaking," he said as he put the balls back in the rectangle, "is you have to make the balls nice and tight. Stick these three fingers on the bottom of the rack, and this pushes all the balls forward, making them snug."

I giggled, covering my mouth as I tried to focus.

"What?" he asked, his smile turning up on one side.

"Nothing. Just... snug balls."

He laughed, shaking his head, "Can you please try and focus?"

"Yes," I giggled again, clearing my throat.

"Alright, now you just slide the rack up and down, back and forth until it becomes tight on your fingers an-"

I lost it. I began to crack up, covering my face and walking away.

"Jennie!" he groaned, trying to hold back a laugh himself, "stop it!"

"Taehyung, do you hear yourself? And I quote, 'until it becomes tight on your fingers,'" I giggled, "sliding up down, back forth?"

He busted up, hands on hips as he walked away, "Sorry I didn't realize."

We laughed in unison for a few seconds, shaking our heads in amusement. Then he clapped his hands and pointed his index finger from me to the glass. "Time for a sip."

I pouted as I picked it up, taking another sip, about half the size as his, "Get back over here and try not to sound so sexual this time." He smirked and walked back over, setting his rack how he wanted it before carefully pulling the plastic away. Then I followed him around to the other side of the table, where the white ball was.

"Alright," he motioned with his left hand for me, "come over here, in front of me."

"Yes sir," I replied, bouncing in front of him, between his chest and the pool table, as I stared at the evil balls waiting for me to humiliate myself.

He sighed as he grabbed the stick, placing it in front of my face as he put his right hand on my lower stomach, pushing me backward, my butt against his...body. I held my breath at the contact, trying not to let it take me to the dark side of my brain. He held the pool stick with his left hand, waiting for me to take it. I did, still not breathing.

"Now, what you want to do is," he said as he held the stick with me, motioning for me to lean forward with him, "line up the pool stick to the best of your advantage. You can glide the ball over here, and take it at a side angle, or..." he continued, gliding our bodies and the ball to the left side, "you can take it from here..." then he centered us back in the middle, "or you can just shoot."

I nodded, trying not to pass out from not breathing. He pushed me against him and bent us over further, and I closed my eyes as his chest leaned over my back, and his hot breath was on my neck. I slid my right leg between his legs, and my left leg along his left foot. I felt him rest his chin on the back of my right shoulder, as his left hand picked mine up in his. He held the stick to our right, and he wrapped my arm and his around to it. He showed me how to position my fingers like his, where he laid his last three fingers down on the felt table, his index finger curling over the stick, and his right thumb under it, lining it up. I felt his heart beating on my back, and it sent me involuntarily cold chills when I began to focus on it. Taehyung cleared his throat, gliding the stick back and forth between our sets of fingers. Without realizing it, I was pushing against him more, enjoying the feel of our bodies.

"Now what you want to do is," he whispered, his voice too sexy for my concentration to hold, "pretend there is an imaginary dot on the back of this cue ball. Then, you can draw a dotted line toward the set of balls, in the way you'd imagine hitting them. Try to find a weak spot in the formation, possibly where a ball has a wider gap. Do you see that three ball there, to the left of the center?"

I nodded, swallowing hard and breathing heavily through my nose.

"That's our trigger."

"Okay," I whispered, the smell of him crashing over me.

His right hand trailed over mine on the back end of the stick, tightening my fingers around it for a firmer grasp, "Treat the stick like a man, Jennie. We don't like it gentle."

I closed my eyes and drew my bottom lip in, trying not to lose control, "...Thanks for the tip."

"No problem. So..." he drew the stick back, gliding it between our fingers again, "do you see your imaginary line?"

"Y-Yes."

"Alright," his breath got hotter against me as he drew the stick back, lining it up, "it's all on you."

He kept his left hand on the felt table with mine, helping me center it, but once his right hand released the heavy end of the stick, I couldn't concentrate. My hands began to tremble, and the stick swayed around, hitting along the inner walls of my fingers. "Easy, easy," he whispered, gripping the heavy end back. "Wait, don't go yet."

I sighed, shaking my head as I stared at the table, trying to regain my focus. He doesn't see you like this, he doesn't see you like this, he doesn't see you like this... His left hand removed from the thin end of the stick and he grabbed my hips in his hands, centering me more with the table. Then he exhaled, bringing his hands back up where they were, around the stick.

"What am I doing wrong?" I asked, my voice too light.

"It's all in the motions," he replied, gliding the stick between our fingers as his body pressed up against my ass, "...do you feel that?"

I gasped, nodding too quickly. I felt a lot of things right now, internally and externally. His voice remained light, scratchy, sexy. "Just... feel the motions... feel the motions..."

My breathing picked up as I watched the stick foolishly glide with ease between my fingers, then his, then mine, then his... Who knew pool could be a turn on?

"Do you see how easy it is?"

"Yes."

"Alright," he removed his hands again, making me sigh, "now pull back hard, try to remember that glide we were just doing, and push forward, with your whole arm, not just your hand."

I nodded, holding my breath. I pulled it back, trembling for a second, but I regained myself. "Here I go," I whispered unsteadily. Then I closed my eyes and pushed hard with my whole arm, listening to the crack and shuffle of the balls after I made contact. I heard two go in at different spots, and opened my eyes in shock. The balls were pretty scattered, not all clustered and barely moved, like normal.

"Not bad!" he said, taking a step back and clapping his hands like a proud father.

I giggled and jumped up and down, clapping my hands at double the speed of his. "Yes! I did it!"

"Yep! And since you got one stripe and one solid, you get to choose."

"Stripes! Definitely stripes!"

"Stripes it is," he replied adorably as he handed me my drink, and brought his glass to his lips. I mimicked his actions, smiles on our faces as we sipped for the same amount of time, me trying to ignore the burn of it sliding down my throat. He snickered as he set the glass down, shaking his head.

"What are you giggling about?" I said, tilting my head. "I think that was a good shot!"

"It was," he laughed, licking his lips, "...I just realized something."

"What's that?"

He bit his lip, his eyes melting my dark ones. "Well... I just helped pop your cherry."

I felt myself blush as I inhaled deep, not removing our eye contact.

"Taehyung!" I said, slapping his chest playfully as he pushed away.

He bounced back, curling his arms over his chest protectively, "My bad, my bad, too easy to resist."

"Well try harder!" I replied, my face still bashful.

As we played, our flirty banter continuing like we used to do, I kept imagining my lines as he taught, and I realized my game was severely improving. We played seven more games, me winning three and him winning four. I had to win this last one, so we were at least even. Now there were just two balls on the table, and the eight ball. And our glasses were refilled again, and half gone.

So were we.

I leaned over on the opposite side of the table from him, showing him my yellow laced bra that was peaking on the top. He closed his eyes, shaking his head and relaxing his hands, "Stop it!"

"No!" I giggled, leaning over on my elbows to make it more apparent, "we all know Taehyung cannot resist boob shots, and I'm not letting you win this game!"

"You're not playing fair, either!"

"Oooh, I think it's plenty fair," I replied, faux-seductively, moving the right side of my shirt off my shoulder.

"Jennie," he growled, sliding the stick between his fingers furiously.

I licked my lips, eying him down, "Don't miss best friend. Remember, it's all in the motions..."

His eyes met mine and I gave him my best flirty smile, batting my lashes. "Just... feel the motions," I whispered to him. "...can you feel it?"

He chuckled, zoning in on the cue ball. "Yes, I'm feeling it."

"Good boy."

He snickered and drew his arm back, snapping it and making the shot easily. I stamped my foot on the ground, throwing my hands on my hips after I jerked up my shirt. "All that for nothing!"

"Oh no, I mean if you want to flash me then you're more than welcome to, but you can't underestimate my concentration."

I eyed him down as he cockily walked around the table, winking as he took a drink. "It's still your turn," I hissed, knowing he wins if he sinks the eight ball.

"I know," he exhaled, "I'm just enjoying this moment. Breathe it in, Jennie... the smell of sweet victory is rising in the air."

"Yeah? Well, so is the smell of blood, once I punch you in the nose for being arrogant."

He threw his head back in laughter, rubbing his stomach and chest. I held my breath as I watched him, before snapping my eyes back to the floor, tapping my foot. He held his position, watching my foot tap. "Impatient, are we?"

"Yes! Go!"

"What's the rush? Got a hot date?" he joked.

I glared at him, my hands on my hips again, "No but if you don't go, you may cause me to do something I might regret later."

"Like what?" he asked, smile on his face as his brows scrunched together.

I watched him lick his lips, and felt my body subconsciously heading toward him. Once I noticed this, I turned away, and hopped on the pool table, in an empty space free of the two balls left on the table.

He giggled, walking over toward the balls, "is your ass trying to create a distraction now?"

I nodded, downing the rest of my strong ass drink like it was water.

"Alright, watch this." He hit the cue ball hard, hitting the right side of the table, then bouncing off my hip bone, and colliding it into the eight ball, causing it to enter the right corner pocket. He threw his fist in the air with his victory, but I just eyed him down.

"You suck."

"No I don't!" he chuckled, placing his stick along the wall rack, "you started this!"

"But I wanted to win!" I pouted, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Well then you should have played better!"

"Grr!" I growled at him, throwing the triangle at his chest, which he dodged easily, "I hate you!"

"No you don't."

"Yes I do!"

"Noooo you don't..."

He walked over in front of me, and I raised my right foot, in attempt to hit him in the soft spot, which he blocked too. "No sense in getting feisty!" he laughed, his hands covering his body.

"Then don't get in front of me when I'm angry!"

"Aww, is the poor girl angry now?" he teased, curling his bottom lip out as he walked toward me.

"I really do hate you."

"You love me."

"Not today," I replied, glaring away from him, toward the wall.

"No, you should always love me!"

I tried to push him back when he came too close, but he took that as a playful gesture, and came at me stronger, laughing as his tongue bounced around, his white teeth glistening. I growled at him again, pushing away with more force. Then I was suddenly pinned on my back on the felt table, with his fingers firmly around my wrists, his body over mine, and his chest to my stomach. "Taehyung, don't!" I squirmed, knowing he was going to tickle me once he put both my wrists in his left hand. It was common Taehyung-Jennie night back at our apartment. I squirmed and laughed and tried to fight him off, but as always, none of my attempts work. So I spent the next two minutes laughing like an idiot and squirming around the table. "Taehyung! I'm going to get a carpet burn!"

"No you're not!"

"Yes! Quit it!"

"This is fun!" he laughed, poking my sides along my ribs, "you're not even putting up much a fight!"

"Yes I am, you bastard!"

That caused him to laugh more, his annoying tickling going stronger. After a few more minutes, he grew tired, but still chuckling as he laid his forehead on my stomach, trying to catch his breath. I laid there motionless, furious but unable to hide my smile, "We are so not friends right now."

He popped his head up from my body, his eyes glistening, "We'll always be friends, Al. No matter what."

"Oh yeah?" I asked, rising up to my elbows. "How are you sure?"

"It's in the stars," he replied, "like some kind of fate shit or something."

He pulled me up the rest of the way, but didn't remove himself from standing between my legs. And then the chemistry between us crashed all over my body, warm and fuzzy. He chuckled, shaking his head as his hands met the pool table, on either side of my legs, "I remember when we were fourteen and you told me you got your first period!"

I giggled and looked down in embarrassment, "Yeah it happened at your house, and I thought I was dying, so I told you and you started laughing and told me what it was, and then I started crying and -"

He cut me off, "and then I had to calm you down and take you to the drugstore because you were too ashamed to tell our moms! God, so funny!"

"It's no worse than when we were, like, thirteen, and having a sleepover and I woke up in the middle of the night and caught you... doing that beside me!"

He laughed, his eyes almost in tears, "Sorry! But in my defense, we were watching that movie, The Crush! Man the actress was so hot, even as a psycho chick! I thought I could be quiet and not move enough to wake you!"

"Well, you did!"

We laughed at our old memories for a few moments, and then it suddenly got too quiet. We stared at each other for a few moments, smiles still on our faces as the warm swept over me again. I swallowed and wound my legs around him, pulling him closer to me. I watched as his chest tensed up, but I didn't buckle. His eyes fell on mine as I slid my hands up his chest, and around his neck.

Why did we have to be drinking when this happens? I thought to myself, I'm sure it doesn't make me look the best.

I pulled his face down to mine, and felt his breathing stop. "Jennie..." his voice warned as it remained soft, his face an inch from mine.

"Please relax," I whispered back, providing my flirtatious smile again, "remember, friends can have casual sex, like I told you last night..."

He didn't breathe as I placed my lips to his, feeling the warmth of his bottom lip as I pulled it between mine. My own breath became tight as I pulled him toward me, kissing and sucking more passionately. After a few seconds, I took a peek and noticed his eyes were now closed too, but his lips remained uneven. I centered my lips between his, gently prying his apart with my mouth. Once his sweet breath cascaded over mine from the separation, I enveloped his mouth with full force. I felt him begin to respond to me, kissing back gently, and that was all it took. I sighed, tangling my fingers into his copper hair as I pulled him tighter against me with my legs. His hands crashed on the pool table roughly, but he began to kiss back. Sure, it wasn't as strong as mine, but it was a start. It meant he was letting down his boundaries, and going with what felt good... which reminded me.

"Just do what feels good to you at this moment," I whispered on his lips, before sliding my tongue into his mouth. I heard his fingers scrape along the table as he breathed heavily into my mouth, but then he caved in, his warm tongue meeting mine in the middle. He let out a whimper of - frustration? - as he began to use more force, his right hand finding the back of my head and pushing me against his face.

I knew that he was heart broken from Luna being with Yoongi, and that this could possibly be considered as taking advantage of the situation. And I knew it was wrong for me to start this, and unlike me in normal circumstances. But I had wanted him so bad, for so long, that I felt as long as he wasn't pulling away... -for whatever reason he had - ...it must mean he wants me back, to some degree... I gasped, gripping his shirt with my hands and sliding it up his chest. I wound my hands around his back, pulling it up over his shoulders. I pulled my face away as I yanked it above his head, dropping it on the table as I crashed my lips back to him. I felt his fingers battling with his brain, as his hands held then released then held my shirt again. I moaned in his mouth, craving more of his sweet taste.

"Please Taehyung?" I said, my hands finding his behind my lower back, motioning for him to pull it off. He leaned his face back, his eyes finding mine. And his expression was torn. I tilted my head at his, trying to understand what he was thinking, so I could push all his negative thoughts away, "we're just friends, I know that... but we are attracted to each other, it's obvious, Taehyung... please?"

"I can't," he whispered, his body not moving as he placed his trembling hands back on the table beside my legs, "not now that I know how you feel..."

"I don't feel that way anymore," I argued, shaking my head as my hands ran along his arms, "I thought I did, but I don't... I'm just attracted to you, and we're both single, and we're both so close, and I thought I was, but I'm not. Really. I just want to have sex with you. Just best-friend-because-we're-attracted-to-each-other-sex..."

He closed his eyes for a few seconds. "I don't believe you, Jennie," and then he backed away from me, grabbing his shirt as he moved.

I sat there, my body flushed and hot, my mouth wide open, "What do you mean, you don't believe me?"

"Feelings can't be turned on and off like that."

"Sure they can!" I detested, nodding as my stomach twisted, watching him put on his shirt. "Besides, I was just confused when I said that. I didn't mean it."

He crossed his arms over his chest, stepping all the way from me, until his back was against the mini-bar, "You said you felt that way for three years."

"I lied!" I shouted as I hopped off the table, "I swear, I did. I was just drunk, and confused, and I let the loneliness get the best of me, so I said it because I was drunk."

He shook his head, his eyes not leaving mine, "We're drinking now. What's the difference?"

"Well, for starters, you're not shit-faced drunk or comforting me from my bitterness, and we're consenting adults who love each other."

He growled, throwing his head back in frustration, "Jennie, we can't do it."

"Why not?"

"Because!" he replied, his hands falling to his sides as he looked back down at me, "Because it's wrong. Because it could cause more confusion between us, which neither of us want."

"Taehyung, if I were any other girl on the whole entire planet right now, one who looked and talked and dressed and acted identical to me, you wouldn't be objecting."

"You're right," he hissed at me, "but you're not any other girl. You're Jennie. You're my best friend in the entire world, and I am not going to have sex with you just because the both of us want to."

I became silent, my breath stopping. "...You do want to?"

"Of course, Jennie! I'm not going to lie to you! I'm not going to tell you that I'm not attracted to you, or that I haven't thought about it a lot lately... about what you'd feel like, or what you'd taste like, or how good it'd be... But all of those emotions do not overtake the fact that I love you too fucking much to treat you like any other girl!"

Now I was speechless. There he was, glaring at me in frustration, steaming through his nose, still looking sexy while he rejected me once again... but all I could do was freeze. I gasped, my hand on my chest.

"Jennie, we've got to stop putting ourselves in this type of situation. It isn't helping anything. We cannot take advantage of each other like this, no matter how much we may think we want each other, because we're lonely, or confused, or horny, or drunk, or whatever the case may be... Because in all honesty, it doesn't change the fact that you're not the girl for me, and I'm not the guy for you. Not like that."

I nodded, feeling my chest cave in completely. And as I sat there, listening to us shuffle under the silence, without speaking for what felt like hours... it all dawned on me.

I wasn't in love with him anymore. I refused. I could turn it off. He was going to be my best friend for life, and nothing more. He didn't want anything more from me. And even if he could, I couldn't give him anything he truly needed... because I'm not Luna. This was all a game to me, now. Since he rejected me the first time... it was a challenge for me... I wanted to be the one girl in his life, no matter how foolish that was. And quite possibly because, if I were being truly honest with myself, for the past few days, I started liking someone else as well... someone who I've tried to deny and shake my thoughts away... and someone I constantly kept thinking about. Feeling pulled to him, by gravity and the moon themselves. And the more and more I thought about him, the more I found myself pulling away from Taehyung.

So tonight, maybe I did just want a sexual relationship from him.

"I'm sorry Jennie," Taehyung whispered as he came over to me, rubbing the top of my head.

I nodded.

"Never again?"

"Sure. I think it's best."

"Me too."

"I'm..." I hopped off the counter, dazed in my realizations, "...going to go."

"Are you all right?"

I smiled genuinely up at him, "Yes. Good night, Taehyung."

"Night, J."

-

Yoongi POV

"Give us another one!" Jimin demanded, slamming his fists on the table.

I shook my head, laughing along with them.

"Yes, please!" Yoona contributed, "You're too good at them!"

"Yo' Mamma is so loose, she did the splits and got stuck to the floor."

They burst out laughing, pounding their hands on the table.

Yeri buried her face on the back of Jimin's  right shoulder, her face too red with laughter.

Yoona and Jungkook were whispering to each other, Jungkook causing her eyes to light up with fire and giggles.

After Luna finished her fourth glass of wine, and I told enough of the Yo' Mamma jokes I knew, I felt it was time for us to be alone.

I pulled her chair out and scooped her up in my arms, twisting her around and throwing her over my shoulder, "Well, we're off ladies and gents. Thanks for a wonderful evening."

Luna giggled, slapping my butt. "Tell us one more joke! Then we can go! One more!"

I sighed, as the four of the remaining people laughed at us, "Fine, one more. That's it though!"

She giggled, bending her knees to where her feet almost hit my head, "'Kay!"

I chuckled as she continued to hit my butt, "Alright, everyone paying attention?"

They nodded, their faces smiling as they waited.

"Yo' Mamma is so dumb, she got stabbed at a shoot out."

They all began to laugh, but Luna's was the loudest. She was certainly tipsy, but adorable still. I waved good bye to Jimin, Yeri, Yoona, and Jungkook, then carried Luna up to our room, flopping her over and onto the bed.

She gasped as her back hit, her hair flying all over the covers and her face, "You are so much fun, Yoongi."

"That's what you've been saying all night," I teased, finding my pajamas.

"Because it's true!" she squealed, pushing herself up on her knees, "and you know what?"

"What?" I asked, pulling off my shirt. She froze, her eyes on my chest. I titled my head down to her, my eyes focusing on hers.

She tilted her head, her brows furrowing as she began to giggle and smile wide, "What were you saying?"

I chuckled, shaking my head, "I wasn't saying anything. You were. You were about to tell me something."

"Oh yeah! I was going to tell you..." she flopped back down on her back, running her fingers through her hair, "that you are so much fun."

I burst out laughing, pulling out a pair of stretch pajama pants from my suitcase, "you just said that, Luna. Was there something else?"

"Nope!"

"Oh. Well I'm glad that I'm fun."

"You are!"

"Thanks."

"Really, really fun," she continued, stretching her arms and legs out in mid-air.

"Thank you two times."

"I'm serious Taehyung, you are like the best person EVER!" she giggled, twisting to her side and curling into a little ball.

I froze stiff, staring at her in disbelief and shock.

She blinked a few times, before crinkling her forehead.

"What?" she giggled, biting her fingernails.

I continued to stare at her, almost feeling nauseated. A few minutes passed, and I couldn't stop.

"What, Yoongi?" she asked, suddenly sobering her attention up as she rose to her knees again.

"Did you hear what you just said to me?"

She shook her head, looking confused, "No. What?"

"You just called me Taehyung, Luna."

"No I didn't," she replied too quickly, causing my stomach to flip more violently.

"Yes you did," I sneered, taking a step back from the bed as my frustrations began to take over, "And you didn't even realize you said it. You also didn't realize that you kept glancing at Taehyung when he and Jennie were still there at the dinner table, and when we were talking about the accident earlier, you said how happy you were that he helped you guys out - like I wasn't even there."

She shook her head, as if she was trying to argue with me.

"Yes, you did! And when we, - the both of us, mind you - were helping you girls out, you had all your attention focused on him the entire time, Luna. It was as if he was your only worry! And I let you go ride with him because I was worried for your safety, and after you gave me that chaste kiss, you ran off to him so fast that you couldn't even control your facial expressions. You were delighted to be running to him! And then you both fell down, and... You never once appeared to have cared about anyone but Taehyung, Luna."

"T-That's not true," she said, shaking her head at me, "it isn't, Yoongi. You're my boyfriend. It's just, Taehyung and I have been through a lot and I didn't want him to get hurt while he was trying to take control of that situation! You saw all those cars and those wrecks and those people he helped on stretchers. I was worried for him. I lost the one man who was permanent in my life four years ago, my father, and all I could think about was how devastated I'd be if Taehyung were to get hurt too. Not because I'm in love with him, like you may be thinking, but because I care for him as a person and would die if he got hurt, Yoongi!"

I tensed, glowering at her, "Weren't you worried for me too though? Couldn't you have shown that more?"

"Of course I was!" she shouted, climbing off the bed as she was completely sobered up. She headed toward me, her palms out, "But you came up to us first! So I knew you were safe, because you were with me! I didn't have to worry about your well-being, because I could try and protect you if it were possible. But I couldn't do anything for him."

We stood in silence for a few minutes, looking at each other, both of us hurt for different reasons.

"Yoongi," she whispered, coming to me and wrapping her arms around my waist as she put her cheek on my bare chest, "I am sorry if I hurt you. I didn't mean to. I wish you would have said something before, if it had been bothering you..."

"I've tried to not let it bother me, Luna," I replied, dropping my hands to my sides, "but the more and more you look at him, or talk about him, or worry about him, or call me HIS NAME... I can't help it."

"I'm sorry," she sobbed, shaking her head before burying her face in my chest, "I'm so sorry."

I wound my arms around her slowly, rubbing her back as I exhaled loudly, "I just want to know if you're in this for you, or for the sake of me."

"I'm not, Yoongi, I promise."

I nodded, still feeling hurt, "Alright. Well, it's going on one in the morning... maybe we should just call it a night. I'm feeling rather tired."

She squeezed me tighter, hugging me with all her might, "I really am sorry Yoongi."

"Don't worry about it, Luna."

She nodded, sobbing into my chest. "Do you still want to be with me?"

"Yeah," I replied, closing my eyes as the heaviness in my chest settled in.

"Good." She wiped her face in her hands before backing away, giving me a smile, "good."

I nodded, pursing my lips as the exhaustion of the long day took over. I didn't want to think anymore about Luna and Taehyung... I wanted to ban it from my memory.

She chose me.

I felt so drowsy; I knew it'd take me about fifteen seconds to crash once I hit the mattress.

"You need to sleep," she sniffled, leading me by the arm toward the mattress.

She pulled the covers back while I threw on my pajama pants and climbed in.

She tucked me in, supplying a few kisses on my forehead and lips, "I'm just going to take a hot bath. Refigure my mind."

My eyes began to close and I nodded, "Alright. Good night, Luna."

"...Goodnight Yoongi."

I heard her open and close the bathroom door.

I heard her pull out a towel from the cabinet.

But once she turned on the water, that was the last thing I heard before I crashed out cold.

-

Luna POV

I spent the next two hours in the bathtub, refilling the water back to hot when it got too cold. I thought about everything in my life. About my dad, and my mom, and the boys I randomly dated in college. I thought about my old friends I lost touch with, and the friends I've kept for years. I thought about Jimin, Yoona, Jungkook, Jennie... but mostly I thought about Taehyung.

All I wanted to do was see him.

And move overwhelmingly, all I wanted to do was be with him.

I couldn't shake it. The thoughts kept creeping up in my head, over and over and over again.

Tormenting me. Frustrating me.

Taunting me. Pushing me.

Driving me.

So here I was, standing in front of the bathroom mirror at three o'clock in the morning, naked. I eyed myself from every angle, trying to force my mind away from the awful ideas that placed themselves in my head... all concerning Taehyung.

Not a single sound stirred the house, being that everyone was in bed. Including Yoongi - and trust me, I peeked my head out the door several times, just to make sure he was sleeping.

I ran my fingers through my damp hair with a loud sigh as I wrapped the white towel around my body, securing the garment between my breasts with a corner fold.

I've never cheated on anyone... not like this. Maybe, okay once with Jimin, but Taehyung and I had only been dating for a few weeks when that happened, and we were fifteen years old. I didn't know any better.

But now I am a grown woman. And I do know better. And Yoongi is really good to me. And I don't deserve him.

Still, I couldn't stop myself from wanting to be with Taehyung, with no afflictions or equivocations standing in my way, with the what if's? surrounding me and bringing me down.

Because there were no what if's? now. There was only the drive of do it, do it, just do it because you know you want him and you're never going to stop until you have him completely, Luna.

So I took a few deep breaths, and turned away from the mirror, facing the door to Taehyung's bedroom, instead of mine.

Then the reality hit me. What am I doing right now? This isn't helping anything. I shouldn't be in here, like this... regardless of what I want... or don't want. Or what Taehyung wants... or doesn't want.

I sighed to myself. Are we ready for this? Can we handle it? I shouldn't be waking him up right now.

I held my breath and cracked open the door, tiptoeing on the light carpet. I stopped and knelt down by the fireplace, lighting it carefully and waiting until it became too hot to kneel next to. I took a glance over at Taehyung, who was lying on his stomach, sleeping. He looked so beautiful.

I bit my lip, tiptoeing over to the bed. Nerves washed over me as the scent of him became stronger.

He looked so peaceful as he slept... Like he was in some type of magical world, with nothing to do but fly around...

For a brief second, I wished I could somehow climb into his body and share that dream with him... escape from everything... from the reality of this world, of our relationship - or lack there of, thanks to me and my relentless thoughts.

I'd give anything to escape right now. And try to forget that if we take this step which I'm about to begin, there is no turning back. We'd never be the same. We'd never look at each other with the same thoughts as we used to... and it'd all be my fault, if this ends badly.

I sighed, running my hand along his bare back. Please just let this night go okay... please don't let me screw this up.

I twitched my lips, watching my hand tremble along the white sheets he was covered in.

It wasn't that I felt guilty for wanting to be with him, that wasn't the case here. I more than ever wanted this... It was the idea of waking up tomorrow, when all was settled and done, and feeling the entire universe shift in the sky. It was the nervous and terrifying anticipation that this could make or break us completely.

I took a staggering breath, leaning down to his ear, running my left hand along of the back of his hair line.

"Hey you," I whispered, clutching the towel I was wearing around my body tightly.

He nuzzled his face into the white pillow, not opening his eyes, "hmm?"

I smiled, caressing the back of his head. "Hey you... can you wake up for a second?"

He nuzzled his face again, and rose to his elbows, lifting his chest from the bed and looking around.

Then his eyes settled on mine, causing my heart to skip.

"Are you all right?" he whispered, his voice scratchy as he blinked at me.

I nodded, my heart pounding through my chest. Our connection, that electric current between us, was all around. Tingling. Overtaking.

He took another squinty look around the darkened room, his eyes focusing on the fireplace I lit for us. Then he glanced back at me, his eyes trailing down my body as he took in my half-naked appearance. "What's going on?"

I bit my lip, holding my breath, "can you wake up?"

He furrowed his brows in confusion, but nodded shortly after, pulling himself up and twisting around so he could sit up.

"What's going on, Luna?" he asked again, still confused.

I was sure the last thing he expected was for me to be in here like this, wearing one tiny, thin garment.

I chewed the inside of my bottom lip, fixating myself on his eyes. His warm, glowing, dark, devastatingly gorgeous eyes...

I licked my lips and rose to my feet beside the bed, not removing my eyes from his.

"Are you all right?" he asked again, tilting his head, as more confusion swept across his face, "Luna?"

I nodded, taking a step back, my heart pounding through my throat. I continued to walk backward, until I reached his door. Then, keeping my eyes on his, I locked the door.

He started to speak again, but stopped himself as he scratched his head.

I could tell I was making him nervous. He never liked being out of the loop, not even from other's thoughts. He always had to know what was going on, because losing control had never really been an option for him.

I gripped the top hem of the towel in my fingers, not removing my eye contact with him. After taking a few deep breaths, I pulled the towel from my body, my arms extending outward, and dropped it behind my back.

His breathing stalled as he refused to look at my body.

"Luna... What are you..." his voice trailed off as he began to fidget.

I glanced at the floor for a brief second, before bringing my eyes back to him...

He ran his hands over his face a few times, before blinking and looking back at me, "I'm confused," he whispered, creasing his forehead.

"I know you are..."

"Can you tell me what's going on?"

I nodded, pulling my lip back through my teeth. He waited for me to speak, but when I didn't, his forehead crinkled more. I walked over to him, slowly, and reached out my hand.

"What?" he asked, staring at my palm.

"Take it."

He swallowed hard, reaching his left hand out and placing it on my palm. I tugged on him slowly, motioning for him to come to me. He hesitated for a few seconds, trying to still figure out the situation at hand. "It's okay," I whispered to him, my voice as soothing as I could get it, with my thudding heart. After staring at me for a few seconds, he slowly crawled on his knees, scooting toward the edge of the mattress. I continued to walk backward, slowing my steps, as he followed me, stepping down onto the carpet.

The fireplace sparked and crackled behind us as he rose in his dark pajama pants, following me with a nervous expression. He looked so damn sexy, and adorable... and clueless.

"What's going on?" he asked, his own hands trembling in mine.

I held my breath, pulling him closer to me and placing both his warm hands on my naked hips.

"Uhhh," he said, his face showing nothing but confusion and fear, as well as lust... which he seemed to be trying to shake off. I was intimidating him.

I took the final step toward him, pushing my bare chest into him. He tried to raise his hands up in the air from me, in a freeze position, but I refused, gripping his hands on my hips and not allowing them to budge.

"Am I dreaming right now?"

I giggled, shaking my head, "no."

"Luna, what's gotten into you?" he asked, shaking his head as his breathing became shorter.

"Isn't it obvious?" I replied softly.

He shook his head, his eyes never leaving mine, "not really... just confusing..."

I tilted my head, watching him become more nervous, "I'm not s-sure what you are ...uh..." his voice trailed off, as he took in my appearance.

"Yes?" I pressed, dipping my head to keep eye contact with him.

"Uh, I'm not sure what you're trying to do, here..."

I rose on my tiptoes, bringing my face inches from him. Taehyung moved his face back so he could continue to look at me, but I shook my head as I slid my fingers up his hands, along his arms, across his shoulders, around the back of his neck, and not resting until I cradled his jaw line between my hands, pulling his face down to mine.

I heard him gasp as I pressed my lips to him, his entire body locking tight.

I continued to kiss his frozen lips, forcing his mouth to part along mine. His hot, sweet breath crashed over me as his lips trembled against mine. He was scared. I gripped the back of his hair with my fingers, pulling him to me as I deepened the kiss. I tilted my head, dragging my tongue out slowly, placing it on his bottom lip.

He started to pull away again, but then had some kind of inner battle with himself as he stuck in his bearings.

I felt his hands come along my body, grasping my wrists in his strong fingers, bracing my hands on his face. I expected him to pull away from me. I expected him to gasp for air, shaking his head as he backed off, trying to figure out what was going on with me.

So when he stood there, thinking in his head but allowing my mouth to take over his... I knew I was winning.

"I want you to do something for me," I said, running my fingers along his face. "Can you?"

"I... don't know..."

I dragged my lips along his again, almost orgasming with the friction alone. God he felt so good.

"Taehyung, I want you to make love to me," I whispered as I started kissing him again.

After a few minutes of my continued intentions, he broke loose, kissing me back.

It was slow at first, but the further I pushed it, the more he seemed to respond. I felt his tongue trace along my bottom lip, and I closed my eyes, savoring the teasing he was giving me. I parted my lips wider, begging him for entrance. He sighed, plunging his tongue into my mouth and jerking my body against him. Fiercely. His fingers gripped my hips with force as he pushed his face into mine roughly.

He was still battling with himself... but the lust was taking over. I threw my arms tighter around him, begging for the final inch between us to dissolve. I needed the contact. I missed it.

He jerked my hips into him, his tongue and lips increasing their friction. I tangled my fingers in his hair as he trailed his hands along my body, from the small of my back, up my spine, around to my rib cage, and down to my hips.

I sighed, melting into that kiss. His tongue was so slow, and seductive, and exotic... he took his time building it up, until my body became so tense that I began to tremble with enjoyment.

No one has ever been able to kiss me like Taehyung.

No one has even come close.

There was never that fulfillment I received when I was with anyone else.

There was never that tensing, burning, sensational, overwhelming, gravity pulling, completely desperate feeling I gathered in my stomach... like right now.

Taehyung began to kneel, focusing the attention from his lips on my neck, then my collar bone, then my breasts, then my diaphragm... He continued down my stomach, toward my belly button... as his hands created a massage of light circles on my back. He looked up at me, his eyes seeming incredibly gentle. And he gave me my favorite smile.

I ran my fingers through his wild hair, memorizing the feel of it.

Again, another feature of his I missed.

He rose to his feet, licking up along my neck, before returning his mouth to mine. He gripped me tighter and lifted me up in the air, and instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist, moaning into his mouth. He twisted around and walked back to the bed, his tongue battling for declaration with mine. He tasted sweet, sweeter than I'd ever tasted before...

My eyes sealed tighter as his bottom lip dragged along mine in a sweet, endearing way... God, he was an incredible kisser.

He leaned me back, placing me gently onto his mattress as he hovered over me. He pulled himself up a bit, taking a good glance at me as I smiled up at him.

Is this happening? was the expression on his face, a mixture of confusion and wanted desire. Am I allowing this to happen?

I nodded, trailing my cold fingers along his defined chest, up to his neck. I wound them around his skin, pulling him down slowly.

He stopped an inch from my lips, taking a deep breath. "Wait, wait, wait a second!" he gasped, shaking his head. "Are we doing this?"

I nodded again, smiling to him as my heart rate slowed down...

"Are you ready for this?"

"Yes."

I was beginning to feel more comfortable around him... more secure. Because maybe this was the right thing to do. Maybe it was the right time for us.

"I want you, Taehyung."

He sighed, closing his eyes. The tears of my frustration started to sneak their way out, but I shook them off. My voice, however, wasn't so steady and shook when I tried to explain to him.

"I've really missed you... so much... and ever since I saw you in that club, even though you pissed me off... I couldn't help it... I just wanted to be with you so badly and I was so jealous of all of those other girls, and so angry with you..." I ran my hands along my face, shaking my head.

Then I looked at him again, and I couldn't help but smile, "...but then I think about My Taehyung, like you are right now... with the crooked smile and the gentle eyes and beautiful heart... and then I realize I missed you all over again."

He wiped the hair out of my face, smiling at me. "I've really missed you too, Luna, bu-"

I covered his mouth, "no but's, Taehyung. Please?"

He sighed, "This is wrong, Luna. You have a boyfriend... someone I've grown to almost like, even."

"I know I do," I croaked out with a nod, as tears escaped out of my eyes and down the sides of my face, "but I just want this one night for us... just something that's special, and intimate, and secret from everyone. Just for us. And I can't help it."

He took a deep breath, his thumbs trailing along my cheek bones.

"Please Taehyung?" I whispered, going for the last resort as I ran my right hand through his hair again, "...please?"

And it worked.

He kissed me hard, his tongue entering my mouth at a rapid pace. It overwhelmed me. I moaned into him, bringing my legs around his waist as our hands began to explore each other.

Caressing... massaging... memorizing... His skin felt so warm, so delicate, and so good beneath my fingers... I felt like he was a mystery I got to discover... all over again. His tongue glided along mine in slow, devouring movements as I began to tremble beneath him in anticipation. His hands ran along my bare legs, his right one grabbing my calf and hooking it around his waist as he dug himself into me. He smelled so good, a sweet mixture of mints, cigarette smoke, and Axe body wash.

He began to push along my center, his chest to mine, his stomach on mine, slowly. He was so good at teasing and seducing... Just as I remembered.

I moaned, cursing to myself over his pants that were separating us. He felt incredible along my hot spots. Two in particular. And I didn't want any barriers. Not with Taehyung above me. And definitely not tonight.

He bent down over me, lowering himself onto me again as he buried his face into my neck. I shivered as his warm breath cascaded along my cold shoulder, clutching his hair between my fingers, like I remembered he liked. He loved getting his hair pulled; he said it was such a turn on. He sucked on my neck, his hot tongue sliding along my skin. I shut my eyes, enjoying the sensation all too much.

"Oh Taehyung," I gasped, wrapping my other leg around him. "You feel so good."

"So do you," he gasped, kissing deeper into my neck, "and I've missed this spot so much..."

I smiled, remembering how his favorite thing to do with me was kiss my neck. I hummed in his ear, scratching his head gently until I got to the tips of his hair, where I tugged lightly. I ran my legs up and down the sides of his body, along his ribs, then around his back. He continued to push against my body, causing me to become angrier with those silky pajama pants.

Sure, they looked good on him. But not when I wanted to have sex with him.

Before I decided to scream in frustration, my hands trailed between us, to the drawstring on his pants. He pulled his face back, placing a few small, warm, delicious kisses on my bottom lip, "what are you doing?"

I giggled, blinking slowly at him, "I don't want any thing to be between us," I replied.

His crooked smile formed to a wide one, meeting his eyes. And then I melted.

"Do you want me to help you?"

I nodded, biting my lip.

"Don't start that," he teased, his finger tapping my bottom lip with his index finger as he licked his own, "it's too damn sexy. You'll have me flipping you all around this bed."

He helped me remove his pants, allowing them to slide down his legs with the help of my feet as I pushed them down. I gasped as I took in his naked frame, shuttering on the mattress. If it were possible, I'd definitely think he'd grown even larger than before. And it was all ready too big, which was three-fourths of our problem with my tiny little body, back in high school.

He stood there for a few seconds, admiring my naked body.

"You're making me nervous," I replied, my face blushing without my consent. My cheeks were hot as fire. And I was embarrassed.

He smiled, tilting his head as he whispered, "...God I've missed you."

My heart thudded out of my chest as I continued to chew on my bottom lip.

His hands ran from my toes, up my shins, around my knees, along my calves... He made me so nervous, but in a good way... in an only-with-Taehyung-way.

Because I wanted him so bad, and a part of me felt I never measured up to him... until now. Until tonight.

Our night.

He spread my legs apart, gently with his warm hands, standing above me still. I blushed heavily and closed my eyes, listening to the pop and crackle of the fireplace to my right. I felt the heat bouncing from it onto my naked skin, and shivered. His hands were still massaging my knees and inner thighs, but held them onto the mattress, where he wanted them. I knew where his eyes were...

Keeping my eyes closed, I reached out my quivering hands, until I found his. Then I began to tug on him, desiring him and all the body heat he was going to bring with him.

He climbed above me but careful not to crush me with his weight. I smiled as he placed warm, slow, delicate kisses along my collar bones and chin.

Then he lifted his body again, glancing into my eyes. And I stopped shaking.

Because I wanted him, whole-heartedly.

He ran his fingers along my face, moving my hair out of my eyes then using the back of his hand to caress my cheek.

His voice was a velvety whisper, "you're so beautiful, Luna... You've always been," he smiled, blinking slowly as his thumb ran along my lips.

"But," he continued, melting into me more, "I think tonight, you're more stunning than ever before..."

I took a deep breath, reaching up to stroke the side of his face. I wanted to tell him how I felt at that moment, but was too scared.

So I thought it instead: I love you, Taehyung.

He bent his head down into my neck, smelling the scent of me. Another favorite of his. Then he pulled back, his fingers stroking my cheek.

His voice was scratchy, soft, and sexy. Red velvety, "you know this changes everything, right?"

I held my breath for a few seconds, as the scent and taste of him soaked into my mouth and nose, where I wanted it to remain. "Yes."

He kissed my eyelids as my lashes fluttered shut, my hands trailing along his back. When he pulled away again, I almost wanted to cry.

"And you're..." his eyes met mine, warm and hooded, "...you're sure about this?"

I tilted my head, glancing at his eyes for what seemed like an eternity. I didn't know anything. I knew it was wrong to cheat on Yoongi, and the fact that I didn't care at this moment bothered me more. Because I'd never be this selfish. And that confused me more. In fact, I didn't know what I was sure of... but I knew I didn't want to stop, for whatever reason... that has to count for something, right? And tonight, I didn't want to be alone, and I didn't want him to be either. Because even though we've been with people, it was never completing us.

That's why we were both here. Together. I wanted to share this with him, because it was the right thing to do. I knew it in my heart...Even if it killed me tomorrow.

"Yes," I replied, my voice barely a whisper, "I'm sure."

He smiled, his wet lips warm and glowing in the light of the orange fireplace.

I trailed my thumb along his lips, smiling at him, "now kiss me."

He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, causing my heartbeat to rise all over again...

He felt so amazing; his lips forming along mine perfectly. Each move I made, he reciprocated. If I tilted my head, he did his too. We were so in sync; it was as if he could read my thoughts before they even happened. He knew when I wanted that deep, slow, sensual, arousing, passionate kiss... and he knew when I wanted to battle him for dominance.

He also knew when to suck in my bottom lip between his, causing me to moan and arch my back under him. And he did it perfectly... Just as he always did. I moaned loudly, reminding myself to hush it down before everyone in the house - one in particular - woke up and caught us. He pulled away, dragging his index finger between my breasts, up my neck, along my jaw, and over my lips, "shhhhh," he smiled at me.

"I can't help it," I gasped, my nails gripping his shoulder, "it feels too incredible to keep quiet."

"Yeah?" he replied, his facing looking quite confident, and possibly a bit smug, "I haven't even done much yet."

"Yes you have," I replied breathlessly, clawing at him, "please don't stop."

He chuckled, bringing his forehead down to my ribs. He slid his nose and forehead along my skin, side to side, breathing hot air along me...

"Luna," he whispered as he began to supply warm kisses down my stomach, between his words, "if you're already losing control, ...then I honestly can't wait until I do more to you... to hear what kind of sounds you'll make... to hear my name fall off of your lips...over... and over... and over... again."

I pulled on his hair, trembling beneath each contact of his lips, "then do it. Please."

He snickered, kissing below my bellybutton, "I will, when you're ready, but for now, I want to take my time with you... because you deserve it." He inhaled my scent before resting his chin on me, closing his eyes as I stroked my fingers through his hair, "Luna you deserve to made love to slowly..."

"Only with you," I replied, tilting my head at the same time he did. He pulled himself back above me, kissing me so passionately that I lost my breath, and half my thoughts. His lips were warm and gentle, and the kiss was marvelous.

I pushed him back and rolled above him on the mattress, and our kissing increased. When I straddled him, the kiss became harder. We used up every inch of the king size bed, moving around and moaning under our breath each time our lips met again.

With every touch of his lips, he made me forget the bad things between us... One... after another... after another... until they were all gone.

His hands slipped up my warm body as the fire crackled beside us. He massaged my arms, then my neck, then my collar bone, then my ribs... finally resting on my breasts. He caressed and massaged and kneaded perfectly, with the most amazing amount of pressure that shot tingles right up my spine. Keeping my eyes on his, I leaned down to kiss him again. I could never get enough of his lips, now that I had them back. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. One hand roamed along my back, up and down, while the other slid up my neck to cradle my head. Once he kissed me, he rolled us over suddenly, to where he was on top again. His body pressed against mine, into the bed, and I could feel him between my legs... I could feel him everywhere.

Taehyung kissed my neck gently, taking both my hands in his, dragging them above my head and pulling them together. He grasped both of my wrists in one of his hands, the other making its way back down my body. And as his index finger trailed a line on my skin, I felt a burning sensation following it. I didn't even attempt to struggle under his grasp, I wanted this too damn bad. He slid one of his thighs between my legs, pressing against me as his mouth kissed from my neck to my upper chest and collar bone. He kissed my right shoulder, and then breathed hot air across me, until he reached my left shoulder, where he provided another kiss. While he kissed my skin, he continued his path with his right hand at the same time... sliding along my breasts, massaging my stomach...

I arched against him, silently begging for him to touch me. I wanted desperately for him to bring his hand between my legs, and caress me like he did before... to make me feel incredible, in a way only he could do. He only made it worse by teasing my breasts. He started with his lips, then his teeth... Then maintaining me entirely useless, just to tease me more because he loved doing it, he slipped his hand between my legs. We were still lying above the covers, completely naked, and I knew the parts beneath me were damp, all thanks to him. I trembled as I felt his hand lazily graze along my thigh, his fingertips gentle. Then he ran them above my pelvic bone, completely avoiding the area I desired the most, to my other thigh. I bit my lip to keep from shouting at him, trying to be patient.

He slowly released my hands from above my head, running his second hand softly over my face, dragging my bottom lip along his palm to his middle finger, where he smiled when he noticed that. He continued down over my breasts, causing me to shiver. I closed my eyes, the tingly sensations continuing everywhere... between my legs, along my breasts, down my spine, behind my neck... I whimpered, allowing it to overtake me until it became too much. Then I resorted to begging again, "please Taehyung?"

He moved his head back up to mine, "What's wrong, Luna?"

"I want you inside me," I whispered, looking directly into his eyes. It took all I had not to pout like a four year old.

"I know you do," he replied with a grin, closing his eyes to regain his control, "and I will."

"Okay," I said breathlessly, pulling him down to me, but he refused.

"Not yet Angel."

I stared at him for a minute, with his eyes looking deep into my golden-brown ones. And when he smiled, I became liquid over this bed.

I ran my fingers down his body, along his firm chest, down his rippled abs, causing the muscles in his stomach to twitch under my touch. I lifted my head up off the mattress, running my lips and my tongue along his chest... he tasted incredibly delicious, that undeniable mixture of sweat and flushed skin and heated desire. I glanced up at him, to see his lips parted and his eyes closed, his face flickering with the light of the fire. Then I grabbed his right nipple in my mouth, trailing it with my tongue, and bit down gently, causing him to hold a deep, quick breath. I continued running my tongue across his flesh, while my hands made their way down his silky back, his ribs, all the way till I couldn't reach anymore. His left hand held his body over me, while his right hand moved my right thigh down, back onto the mattress.

He smiled wickedly at me when I gasped and laid back on the mattress, that want for him to touch me rising through my body and out my throat again. He trailed his left hand back up my arm, bringing my wrist with him, until he dropped it above my head. Then he swung his arm around, doing it with the other, while his right hand continued to tease my inner thighs. Once my hands were folded together, he leaned to his right and grabbed a pillow from the headboard, "lift your head sweetheart."

I smiled at the mention of the first nickname he ever called me, and did as I was told, allowing him to tuck it under my head to make me more comfortable. Once I was relaxed, he winked at me, sending me tingles in all the right places. And I wanted more.

Taehyung made his way back down; his right hand teasing me while his left hand spread apart my left leg, making it match it's identical, lying against the mattress. I held my breath as he continued his torment, gliding the fingers down torturously slow as he locked eyes with me. His left hand began to massage my side, his thumb kneading along my tightened skin. He finally rested his hand over my heat, covering me with his palm, smiling when I gasped and trembled over his contact. He smiled slowly at me while his middle finger began to move along my flesh; teasing the two areas I wanted the most, while massaging every other spot. Slight, teasing circles. I knew I was wet and knew he was enjoying himself, and so was I, but I wanted more. Still.

Once he began to apply more pressure, touching my sweetest spot and sending the blood rushing to my head and certain parts of my body, I couldn't help it. I bit my lip but still moaned, feeling his fingers glide with more pressure along my folds, making my body anticipate him more, reacting more aroused. I moaned again, pleading for him to enter, but he just smiled and continued his dance. His thumb began to provide sensual, mind numbing pleasure against my top, while his fingers ever so barely dipped inside, circling around. I trembled, shutting my eyes and raising my hips up to him.

And all I wanted was for him to touch me, to take me over, and never stop.

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Taehyung POV

"Please?" she whimpered seductively, arching her hips to my fingers. She felt so incredible... So warm, and wet, and pink, and delicately slick...

Luna was a sensational trembling mixture of everything I've longed for, for so long, and searched for with other girls but never found... and that was when I realized I should have never let it go when I had it the first time.

When she literally couldn't stand my teasing any more, when her hips began to dance along the mattress in an attempt to get me to do it how she needed, when her trembling bottom lip parted from her upper, letting out the most sexy, seductive, whimper I had ever heard in my life... followed by a tender begging of please, I caved in. I slid my index and middle finger inside her, gasping at the same time she did, as the electric current that flew between our bodies was suddenly coming from both the inside and the out.

She felt amazing, so warm and tight but fitting with my fingers. I gave her what she wanted with no attempts to control her. I moved my fingers how I remembered she liked, with the speed and accuracy more perfect than before... because I knew Luna. Better than anyone... Even after all this time... Because that stuff never goes away... Not with a hidden love like ours.

I began to slowly speed up my pace, with both my thumb on her clitoris and my fingers inside her, giving the sensations through her body a nice work out. In out, in out, slight circles... God she looked so sexy. She arched her back and threw her head down, moaning louder. I watched as her chest flushed pink in the dim light of the fireplace, and as she bit her lip, drawing all the blood to her swollen lip as she released it. My own lips parted as I watched her take heavy breaths, her beautiful breasts heaving in the air as they remained aroused.

She kept her legs spread apart, her wrists willingly inactive above her head as I put them, her entire body trembling under my touch. I pushed my fingers all the way in, as far as they could go, curling them up just enough to send shivers toward her G-spot. Luna's eyes closed as she lost her breath, allowing the sensations from the rest of her body soar to this one delicate, private area of her body. Harder, faster, slower, gently, a nice mixture of ups and downs and round and rounds, giving her the high I so desperately wanted to provide. All I wanted was to make her feel good, to show her how beautiful she truly was to me, and how no one could replace her. Ever.

She gasped and thrashed and let out silent moans and whispers with the best of her control, and when I thought she couldn't get any wetter, I pushed deep inside her again, holding my fingers between her walls as my thumb continued to work her body. She began to whisper my name on repeat, causing my body to react with more urgency than before. She sounded so sexy, she had no idea how much she affected me, just repeating: "Oh Taehyung... Ohhh, Taehyung... Ohhhhhhhh Taehyung... mmmmm, please don't stop." I ran my thumb along her in gentle, perfect circles. I knew she was on the verge of climax, and debated with myself about giving her what she wanted or making her wait...

There was so much else I wanted to do with her, especially if this was my only night to make love to her.

I watched as her breathing became shallower, as her fingers unlocked themselves from above her head and tangled in her hair, as that heat flush crossed over her breasts and around her delicious belly button. There wasn't one single inch of her that wasn't perfect. She was a goddess. When she was on the edge of coming, when every cell in her body had grown tight with tension and desire, when her body ached for me to finish it off and allow it to relax breathlessly, I pulled my hand away.

Her head popped up as she tried to see over her heaving chest, finding out why I quit. She rose her legs up, bending her knees as she met my eyes. She was growing nervous; I could tell by the way she folded her knees together, like magnets. I gave her that favorite smile she loved so much, and she bit her lip, her body trembling on my covers. I ran my hands along her legs, massaging her shins and calves, up over her knees and along her outer-thighs. Her body was an earthquake, but I continued my caress until she somewhat relaxed.

I wanted to tell her so bad how I felt, but knew it could possibly cause tension in the air, and I didn't want to do that.

So I thought it instead, giving her my warmest smile: I am so in love with you, Luna.

And she smiled at me, giving me her warmest smile, as if she knew what I was thinking.

I raised her left leg, kissing it gently, all the way up to her inner thigh. I lifted her right leg and placed it over my shoulder, where I wished it could permanently stay, enjoying the delicious, clean, sweet taste of her skin on my tongue. Her body wasn't covered in disgusting lotions like other women... she tasted pure, and innocent almost. It felt like I belonged here, with her, being this intimate. I was never this intimate with anyone else. Not even Yeri. None of my ex-girlfriends, besides her... but Luna was special.

Her legs trembled as she sighed, nervously bringing her left hand up in my hair. I pressed my warm cheek against her tensed thigh, our eyes locking. I couldn't help but smile again, admiring how angelic she looked. She was nothing short of spectacular.

She was my Luna.

I moved my mouth deeper inside her thigh, my left hand providing a massage underneath her leg now. She continued to quiver, moving my hair back from my forehead as I continued my trail toward her heat. I could smell her, so sweet and irreplaceable, and I became more turned on by every millimeter of her body... All I wanted to do was kiss her... until every place on her body was marked, glistening with my saliva... until she was claimed mine again.

She gasped as I breathed over her center, dragging her left leg over my arm and settling gently on my left shoulder. Her thighs quivered against my cheeks, and I slid my hands up her sides, giving her a comforting massage. I smiled and raised my head up, willing her to bend her face up and look at me. And once she did, I lost my breath by her presence, and began to stammer, "...a-are you... alright?"

She nodded, swallowing hard.

"Do you want me to continue love?" I asked, kissing her opposite inner-thigh.

"Oh, yes please," she answered, her voice shaken.

I smiled against her skin before returning to my favorite hidden spot of hers. I knew she was aching for me, needing me to provide that friction again, and if she only knew my inner thoughts, about how bad I wanted to devour her whole... I knew it'd just drive her crazier. I thought about telling her, explaining how bad I wanted to taste her on my tongue and feel her tugging and pushing on my head... but I knew that making love to her and silently providing those thoughts would be more sexy, which is what she deserved. Her hands trailed along my biceps, then my shoulders, then the back of my head, causing my eyes to flutter shut as she trailed her fingers up into my hair. I lifted my eyes and met hers, watching her stare down at me, and my body between her legs. I grinned, watching her inhale sharply while I kept out eye contact, slowly bringing my tongue out of my mouth to flick her gently. She gasped, her legs trembling all over again, with that one single piece of contact. And I about came undone, right there. Because not only was that taste of her irreplaceable, so sweet and delicious and inviting to me, watching her watch me kiss her was enough to double me over two times.

I brought my attention down south, trailing along the outsides of her body with my tongue, providing enough pressure to create an invisible flame along her skin. She arched her hips, craving more of me, her trembling hand gripping the tips of my hair. Her breathing was heavier, and shallower as I pressed my lips to her, humming slightly onto her flesh. I trailed my tongue from the bottom of her entrance, all the way up to the top, and then flipped it under, trailing it back down. Over and over and over again, lapping her up slowly, the way I knew she craved. She moaned and hummed and squirmed beneath me, sighing heavily every time I'd lift my tongue to start over. I pressed my lips hard against her, kissing her the way I'd kiss her mouth. I felt her hands drop to the mattress, and noticed my comforter scrunching around her, where she was digging her nails into the mattress. I smiled, moving harder and faster with my mouth, my tongue dipping inside her. She was warm and delicious and perfect, and I could probably stay here for an eternity and not object once. I felt the balls of her feet on my back, pushing harder as my mouth continued to push and pull and glide and kiss and suckle against her. She was shaking uncontrollably, and covering her mouth with her arm to keep herself quiet.

And although I wanted to hear her moan, I knew why she was doing it. But I quickly shook those negative thoughts away, pouring my desire for her into my mouth and my movements. She tried to push herself backward on the mattress and away from me, feeling her lose control. You're not going anywhere, I thought to myself with a smile as I raised my right arm up and over her hips, holding her in place. Then I began to widen out my tongue, trailing it up her pink folds, to her most sensitive area. She gasped loudly, cursing and saying my name in heavy breaths before covering her mouth again. I sucked hard and then gentle against her, circling my tongue around her swollen spot until she began to rock and lift her hips up. I felt her right leg drop off my shoulder as she lost herself in more of the sensations, and then I thought give her more, Taehyung, inserting a finger as I kissed along her body. She arched her back, and I think she was biting her hand at this point to keep from screaming so loud she'd break the windows. She was wet and warm and I knew I was accommodating her more than she'd ever had before, even with me in the past... and I loved every second of it.

"Taehyung," she cried, when I felt her body begin to tense under me.

I pulled my face away, kissing her inner thigh a few times, before turning my right cheek to it and smiling as her fingers yanked my hair, "Yes love?"

"I want you so bad," she cried seductively, her voice raspy.

My body was harder than ever, and that as the last straw for me. I removed my hands and trailed them up her legs, to her hips. I smiled and pulled her down a few inches on my bed, climbing up between her legs. My body felt like stone, I desired her so much.

"You want me?" I whispered, already knowing the answer. I just needed to hear it again, that way I could burn it and lock it into my memory forever.

"Yes, I do." She trailed her fingers up my arms as I held my weight over her, along my shoulders, and around my neck, "Please?"

I smiled, turning my face to kiss her right wrist as I whispered back, "...you know I love it when you beg..."

"Please Taehyung?" she begged seductively, the words bouncing in echoes between my ears as the fireplace crackled around, "Please take me. Please say you want me, too..."

"I want you Luna," I said, leaning over to kiss between her flushed breasts, up her neck, to her cheek, "I'll always want you," I continued, kissing her eyelids, then her nose, then her ears, "Always."

I didn't care if I weirded her out, it was how I felt.

"Then please make love to me Taehyung. Right now."

I nodded, massaging her legs and hips and sides. She pulled my face to hers and allowed me to spread her legs wide, positioning myself against her heat. She hummed as my tongue entered her mouth slowly, her fingers digging and scratching my hair. Our kissing slowly intensified as I ran my lower, hard body between her skin, preparing her for me. She moaned into my mouth before taking my bottom lip between her teeth, sending more hints of pleasure down my spine. It took all I had not to lose my control and ram into her, but I remained calm, enjoying the moment. She meant too much to me to just crash into her. She wound her legs around me but I knew it'd hurt her at this angle at first, regardless of how ready she was for me. So I gently removed them, placing her feet back on my sides. She pulled her face away and frowned, but I just covered her tender lips with my finger, my left hand trailing between our bodies.

"Yes," she said, arching her back for me, "yes."

I swallowed and placed myself against her, pulling myself up on my arms, "Luna look at me."

Her golden eyes found and melted mine immediately, as she released her lip and smiled at me. I noticed her hair flowing around my pillow as she tilted her head, her body calm, and her legs gripping my thighs.

"Are you sure?" I asked one more time, knowing that this was the final time to stop.

She smiled, her lips moist and gentle, "Absolutely."

"Luna, I ..." my trembling voice trailed off as I closed my eyes, kissing her lips gently.

God I wanted to tell her I loved her. Right then and there. I wanted to ask her to stay with me forever, tell her how sorry I was for everything I'd ever done wrong to her, for every fight we'd been in while we were together, and when we split up. I wanted to tell her how much she meant to me, and how I wanted to ask her to marry me, to wear my last name at the end of her first name...

I wanted to tell her all of this but couldn't. Because I never knew how she felt... and I didn't want to scare her away.

"I want you too, Taehyung," she whispered, her hands wrapping around my neck. She mistook my silence for hesitation, which wasn't the case.

"...It may hurt," I said, trying to keep my unsteady voice soft for her. I wanted to warn her, just in case...

"I don't care," she said, "it hurt the first time too... This time, we're not stopping."

"Okay," I smiled at her, gently picking her up beneath me and adjusting her more comfortably, where she needed to be. I scooped my left arm below her hips and lifted her in the air again, grabbing a second pillow and sliding it under the small of her back. I knew it'd ease the tension for her, and I wanted to make this enjoyable.

She gripped my hips as I slowly began to kiss her left shoulder. She scratched her nails gently up my back, sending cold chills as she moved. The she tucked her arms beneath mine, curling her wrists around so she could cling her fingers and palms on the back of my shoulder blades. I slowly began to move inside her, and as I expected, she was wet and willing, but tight and tensed.

Because she most likely hadn't done this in awhile.

I pulled out slightly, noticing her eyes were closed, "Luna... look at me, beautiful."

She slowly opened her eyes as her lips parted, and smiled, mirroring my own to her. I suddenly felt she was thinking that she loved me, and my entire body engulfed with chills.

I slowly entered her again and she was still tense, but I felt her legs loosen up a bit. Her fingernails were along my arms, and I gently kissed her chin, then her mouth as I continued. I felt her body opening up for me gradually and I got about half way in before her walls gripped too tight for my fit. I pulled back before I let the sensations over take me and lost control of my willpower. Because truthfully, she felt too damn good. I licked her bottom lip, pulling it into my mouth to kiss her feverishly. She moaned, loosening her grip with her nails but not moving her body. I slipped my hands beneath her neck, lifting her face so I could deepen our kiss. And she reciprocated, hitching her breath as I trailed my tongue seductively around hers. And I was in again, half way before I realized it... and after a few more tries, I was all the way in... Unable to go any further.

I stayed put, the overwhelming sensations of our intimate connection bouncing between us as we kissed each other.

So this was what it meant to actually make love, I thought to myself as her tongue entered my mouth, still slow and seductive... Lingering and savoring... Enjoying... She's making love to me, too... I smiled and kissed her with more passion, my fingers scratching her head while she scratched mine, my body rising up and down her gently while she wrapped her legs around me. We fit perfectly together, like two puzzle pieces, meant only for each other. This is how it always should have been.

Our bodies were perfectly synced, moving in rhythm slow and gradual, building with more intensity as we kept our mouths locked. I'd caress the sides of her face with my fingertips while she ran her entire fingers through the back and front of my hair. She allowed me to move and glide how I wanted to, the heat between our bodies taking us over. After awhile I sped up to an enjoyable pace for myself, and she loved it, squeezing me tighter with her legs while she continued to kiss me.

I never wanted to take my mouth from hers, never wanted to part from her body.

We savored ourselves for a long time, allowing us to build up and then slow down. It lasted forever, it felt like. Up down, up down, her hands glided down my back and to my sides, pressing me into her slowly. She curved her body against mine, stomach to stomach, chest to chest, mouth to mouth. She was tight and perfect and incredible, fitting my body to hers with an unexplainable intensity. Her full orgasm came first and she moaned my name heavily as she lifted her head, burying her lips into my shoulder as she tangled her fingers in my hair. I kept going, my own building up.

She wound her legs around me, into a lock, shuddering beneath me every few seconds with after shocks. I felt her bite down onto my shoulder and claw on my back, her seductive voice whispering, "Ohhh, Taehyung," on repeat, and as she clenched her pc muscles together, I shot off before I could pull out, which was not my intention. In fact, it wasn't until right then, when it was too late to do anything about it, that I realized I wasn't wearing anything... and I am always safe. I fell onto her body, keeping myself inside her as I shuddered, gasping into the crook of her neck as I had the best orgasm of my life. Her hips lifted and lowered to milk me dry, her mouth to my ear as I trembled above her.

I felt so exhausted, inhaling as she exhaled, my chest pulling in as she breathed out. I moaned against her throat once her breath in my ear became too much, and shuttered inside her again. I clamped my eyes shut, trying to get a grip on my oxygen levels. Because I could almost pass out. I'd never had it that incredible before... and never will again, without her.

"That was so amazing," Luna gasped after a few more minutes of silence, just our breaths and the fireplace making noise.

"Yes it was," I replied with a smile, nuzzling my face in her neck.

She hummed, wrapping her legs and arms around me again. I inhaled her scent greedily, enjoying the fact that we were both sweaty and tingly, only caused by the other.

We laid there for about ten minutes, wrapped up like a human pretzel. I was about to dose off, until I felt her moving beneath me. My eyes popped open and I took a deep breath, lifting myself up a bit with my shaky arms.

"I have to get out of here in a few," she replied, her face frowning, "but could you hold me for a few minutes first?"

I smiled, my stomach flipping in circles at the thought of her leaving, "Of course."

I separated our bodies gently and rose to my feet, moving the covers down. She quietly crawled on her knees to the top of the bed, sliding her legs beneath the covers as I crawled in beside her. I pulled her to me, her back to my chest, as I moved her hair off the back of her neck. She wrapped my arms around her, holding my hands beneath hers, on her stomach. I provided a few kisses along her shoulder, and then nuzzled my face into her skin. She smelled so incredible, so sensational.

"Taehyung can I tell you something?" she whispered as her finger made tiny circles on the back of my hand.

I locked my fingers together, holding her tighter against me, "Anything, Angel."

She hesitated for a few seconds, and when she spoke, I barely heard her, "...I wish I could stay here forever, in your arms."

"You can," I replied heavily, smiling as I started to doze off, "...I'll let you."

And with that thought, I happily drifted off to the best sleep I had gotten in years.

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Luna POV

I was overwhelmed. I was engulfed in flames and passion and tingles and butterflies and all of that other stuff...

I was surrounded by warmth, feeling Taehyung's chest rise and fall against my back as he gripped my waist firmly.

The electric current between us was so strong; it ricocheted off the walls like a ping pong ball.

When he tightened his grip on me and nuzzled his face into the back of my neck, I slowly opened my eyes.

That was when I realized I had fallen asleep.

I gasped, lifting myself up on my right elbow and looking behind me to his clock.

Shit. It was going on seven in the morning.

And my boyfriend would be waking up any minute.

I cursed to myself, trying to pry his death-gripped fingers from my waist. It took about five minutes to succeed, and as soon as the contact was lost and his hands fell to the sheets, I felt depressed.

I didn't feel complete anymore... not without him holding me.

I ran around the room and gathered my towel and his pants. Biting my lip, I quickly re-dressed him, just in case someone like Jennie climbed in bed with him and wondered why he wasn't wearing any clothes.

He never woke up.

I wrapped the towel around me, tiptoeing toward the bathroom door.

But when I got there, I froze, the emptiness taking me over.

That was when I turned around and ran over to him, bending down to kiss his head.

"I love you so much Taehyung," I whispered through a sniffle and a shaky voice, as the heaviness in my chest began to overtake me, and the tears fell from my eyes. I didn't want to leave him. Ever.

No one would be able to make me feel like him, and last night proved it.

But I couldn't stay here with him... not today.

Not now.

I reluctantly pulled myself away from him and turned around, walking toward the bathroom. I closed the door behind me and leaned against it, gathering my breath.

After a few minutes to regain my composure, I splashed some cold water on my face and walked over to my side of the bathroom, opening the bedroom door. Yoongi was in the exact same position, lying on his side facing the A-frame window, still asleep.

I closed my eyes, refusing myself the allowance of feeling guilty for cheating on him yet.

Not until after you wake up, I told myself, so just enjoy and remember the time with Taehyung... just in case it was your last.

I took a warm shower and threw on some pajamas, climbing into bed carefully beside Yoongi.

I curled up in the covers, but the bed felt cold and bitter. Desolate.

Not warm and inviting, like Taehyung's.

I closed my eyes, allowing one tear to escape due to the loneliness I felt being away from him.

I reflected on all the different smiles he gave me, all his different touches and words and caresses and tingles he gave me.

And the more and more I thought about him, the easier it was for me to fall asleep.

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A/N
Chapter seven complete!
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