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❝ I'm having trouble in believing
and I just started seeing
Light at the beginning of a tunnel but
he tells me that I'm dreaming❞

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CHAPTER FOURTEEN
"Work the art"

BRINGING THE COFFEE MUG closer to my lips, I sipped it slowly. The warm beverage soothing my sore throat, while my hands restlessly moved against the canvas, my fingernails dipped different shades of blue and orange. Sweat trickled down from my forehead, slight to the corner of my ear, then falling midway in between of my breasts.

I heard the sound of someone entering the passcode into the lock. I was well aware of the fact that who it must be.

"You're here?"

I asked with amusement, as I turned to find Taehyung standing in font with some bags in his hands what I assumed might be dinner.

"I bought Thai food I hope that's
okay-"

He stopped abruptly as he saw me sitting on the floor with oil cloth spread all over, with paint all over me.

"You never told me that you could paint."

He murmured and the way he said it had my whole body shiver. His jaw suddenly clenched as his eyes scanned over me. Almost as though he was savouring the sight before him.

"I-uh," I mumbled then mumbled no more.

It was like I forgot how to speak, my heart rate matching my blinking eyelids. As the man stared at me, he walked forward running a hand past his jaw. Crouching down sitting right across me, I flinched when his hand came up to my face not because how of gentle the touch was, but because of the electric heat that zapped right through me.

"Paris."

He spoke almost tongue twisted, I sighed at the sound of his voice, the touch his skin, the scent of his shampoo that drifted in the air like liquid smoke.

"I am an artist. I paint "

I said slowly as for a minute his face looked lost, as his eyes watched the movements of my lips.

"Can I see them?," he asked taking me by total surprise when he tugged his thumb inside my mouth. His thumb examined the inside of my mouth as he dabbed it, my body moaned in pleasure as his other hand escaped under my shirt.

"Taehyung."

I spoke releasing the breath, I didn't know I was holding when his thumb left my mouth. My eyes widened as he brought the thumb closer to his mouth and sucked it as if it was his food.

"The paintings they are kept packed let me go bring them."

I spoke as I stood to my feet and rushed past through him. And I knew for the fact that he did not buy my silly excuse for escape as I heard the man laugh,

His laugh sounded so lethal that I shuddered.

Sweet Jesus

What was happening to me? It's not like this was the first time he touched me then what was that.

Why was I scared by his touch like I would break.

Shrugging the thought away I opened the cabinet, as I tried to take out the brown cardboard carton. It was heavy.

Standing on my toes I tried pulling it out by force. Taking in deep breath I tried once again but shivered when a strong muscular arm came around my waist as Taehyung stood close to me, his body pinned against mine. And with his spare hand he managed to pull out the carton.

"Thank you."

I mumbled softly as I moved farther away from him, the awkwardness making us aware of it's presence. We walked back to the living room, with I walking ten feet away from him, whilst the man held the carton.

"Put it here."

I said as cleared the coffee table and then positioned myself on the coach as Taehyung did as I asked him so.

Nervously biting my lips, I soon found him going through the paintings himself without hesitation as his eyes examined the work.

After he was done, I dared to ask,"So what do you think of them?"

"They are good."

"What did you not like them?"

I whispered as he looked up to meet my gaze, his eyes moved over my face as his hand came up towards mine as he held on them.

"They are beautiful it's just that they have no person, anyone in them, all of these pictures are of dark empty places."

He spoke with such profoundness that I felt amazed, no one have ever confessed that not even myself. But he did like he was aware of my life, my sufferings.

"I don't like painting humans," I spoke loud enough for him to hear.

My eyes getting numb as I let go of his hands. He moved restlessly as I walked away into the kitchen area his gaze following my moments.

"I'm hungry do you want to have dinner?"

I asked, as I already started serving the plates, Taehyung nods his head in acknowledgment sending me a swoon worthy smile, that flattered my heart and just as quick was that I averted my gaze.

Occupying myself with extra work as I washed each plate almost three times so that it takes longer.

He almost had me their, I could not let him find out. My past he can't know anything about it, I feared that what if he might leave.

After all everyone leaves no one stays.

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"How was the food?"

He asked as I washed the dishes after the dinner was done. His steps followed me where ever I go.

"It was good but would have been better if it was less spicy. "

I spoke as I cleaned the table. While Taehyung poured himself some more wine.

"Are you not going home today?"

I asked as I turned to find him standing so close to me. So close that I could taste his mouth on mine.

"I'm staying tonight. "

His face looked rather disheveled, a subtle look across his jaw, made him look even more handsome and in that moment I felt my breathing hitching seeing him take a step forward.

A large hand pushed my hair away from my face and soon my chin was taken in between his fingers as he titled my head up to look at him. And that's when I forgot what was happening around the only thing I could see were his eyes.

His hand went lower my waist as he strangled to hold me in place. My arms locking around his neck in support as my legs went flying through the air, he held me up, then slowly he marched towards the bedroom.

We entered the bedroom and he gently placed me on the bed. Lying there I watched as he removed his shirt, revealing his powerfully built chest and macular abdomen.

Before I had the chance to fully admire him, he climbed on the top my body looking at me with his burning gaze.

And before I had time to breath-barely his mouth came down on mine. And it was good thing I did, because it didn't feel as if he had any plans to release me until, oh, the millennium.

But then, abruptly he drew back, his large hand cradling my face. And he looked at me.

Just looked at me.

"You're beautiful," he mumbled as he laid next to me, his hand circling around my waist in a protective hold.

"Taehyung?"

The warmth of the duvet envelops us, I slide onto his lap and the touch of his warm skin, his arms and legs wrapped around me, forces me to begin to relax. Hugging me tight he buries his face in my neck.

"What are you just gonna cuddle?"

I ask, my laugh hysterical as he hugged me tighter, I felt like a teddy bear.

"Cuddling is my thing, Angel face enjoy till it lasts. "

He muttered as kissed my nose then pecked my lips before burying his face in the nape of neck again.

TO BE CONTINUED

author's note

I hope y'all are doing fine and enjoyed reading this chapter.

Frankly speaking I don't know if you guys liked it. Took me a lot of time to write Lol.

So Paris has a past that could harm their relationship but since you guys have been reading did any of you noticed that no any of you still knows about Taehyung?

Like he owns a club but what
else could it be?

Stay precious as you are to me,
keep believing in your dreams work harder to achieve them♥

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