Taehyung

Me:
I'll meet you tonight for dinner

Maya:
Sure, Taehyung

Maya:
I just reached home. Staying off from work today.

Me:
Rest well, Maya.

Me:
I have a lot to tell you.

Maya:
I will. I'm always here to hear out and help.

With that, I toss my phone aside and get ready for work. After more than three days of grieving in an empty house, I have finally managed to shave and groom myself and also take a much needed shower. I feel a lot more human today.

I haven't met my daughter in almost four days now, and this is the longest I've been away from her. It's killing me from the inside, and what's worse is that I haven't even been able to talk to her. Jang-Mi isn't allowing that to happen. Even when I tried to pick her up from school yesterday, she somehow managed to pick up our daughter before I arrived.

Life is depressing, but I'm hoping to get some positivity from Maya today.

Heading out of the house, I suddenly realize that I would have to meet up with Jang-Mi and attorney Cha on Sunday, which is the day after tomorrow. The thought of attending another fruitless mediation session makes me squirm.

Giving up on Areum is definitely out of the question.

I quickly decide to meet Maya right away and spend some time with her and also pour out everything that has happened. Together we would surely be able to decide what's best for everyone. Without second thoughts, I drive straight to her house and park my car a few blocks away.

It isn't wrong, yeah?

Yes. It isn't wrong.

I'm nervous, there's no denying that, and I don't even know why. In fact, I'm more nervous than I've ever been in my life, so much that my hands are so clammy and trembling right now, and they are struggling to find a proper grip of the steering wheel.

Making choices is hard. Talking about your problems is hard. And thinking about what Maya might say or how she would react to this situation is already giving me anxiety attacks.

I sit at the edge of the seat, tightly clutching the steering wheel at two and ten, as I press my forehead over the leather casing that encapsulates the steering wheel; my eyes squeezed shut and my heart beating at an unsteady pace.

It isn't wrong. Not when we both want it.
The divorce isn't wrong, and the love that I feel for Maya isn't wrong too.

I hope Maya doesn't give up on me.

Raising my head from the steering wheel, my eyes lift to look at her house which is surrounded by a pretty garden—definitely not as pretty as her mesmerizing eyes—filled with neatly arranged patches of various colorful flowers.

I definitely need this. I need her.

Shaking my head lightly, I hope to shake off the doubts in my mind as well. My hand loosens the necktie that's seemingly choking me right now, and I also undo the collar button of my shirt before I pick up my phone from the passenger seat and drop an email to work that I wouldn't be coming in today.

Turning my phone to mute and placing it inside the safety of my briefcase, I glance at the wedding band on the ring finger of my left hand, one which I don't even understand why I'm still wearing.

It is unbelievable how such a small piece of adornment can completely upturn a human life into such a mess as mine.

This ring means absolutely nothing to me at this point, it's just a piece of metal that I shouldn't be allowing to take control of my mind and emotions.

I don't think twice before taking off the ring and placing it inside the glove compartment on the passenger side. Never before have I done it on purpose, and never has its presence bothered Maya. But something makes me do it today.

Combing through my hair with my fingers, I pick up my briefcase and place it at the foot of the passenger seat and then step out of my car.

Locking the car, I take long strides and walk up to Maya's house while hoping that no one who knows me should spot me.

Never have I felt this way whenever I came to her house in the past, but my mind is definitely not in its best state now, and my luck is such that I am usually perfectly spotted by someone at a time and situation when I want to do something in secret.

Fortunately, I reach the front door to her house, literally covering the entire distance with an unnecessarily brisk jog, and as I stand collecting my breath at the door, I place one hand on the doorframe and lift a finger to press the doorbell.

The ten seconds waiting time before she could open the front door feels like a whole hour to me.

I also nervously turn around to check if there's someone around that is watching me from a corner.

Am I feeling guilty?

Taehyung, no!

Clearing my throat, I straighten my posture and at that exact moment the front door creaks open, and I find Maya at the other side with a bewildered look on her face.

"Hey!" I wave to her with a small, nervous smile; my chest still heaving due to a congregation of nervousness, anxiety, stress and breathlessness.

"Hey! I wasn't expecting you now, it's such a surprise. Come on in," she steps aside, and gestures for me to enter her house with the confusion on her face now replaced with a bright smile—the smile that made me fall hard for her, years ago.

I step inside and stand rooted on the spot without speaking a word, and she closes the door before getting closer to me.

"Are you okay, Taehyung? You look a bit...." she slightly tilts her head and dips her neck to take a look at my face. "Confused? Worried? Anxious? Is everything okay?" Maya places a hand on my shoulder, causing all my muscles to relax at once.

"Yeah, Maya, I- I just felt like being with you today," I close the gap between us and pull her to me, hugging her tight. "All day," I add, and she chuckles softly against my chest.

"It's your lucky day because I don't have to go to work today," although I already knew it, those words send a shot of relief through my veins.

"I missed you, baby," she speaks against my chest.

"I missed you so bad, Maya," I kiss the top of her head, holding her tighter against me, fighting my tears from falling.

Without having to say anything more, she slowly pulls away and unties my loosened necktie while I keep my arms wrapped around her waist and don't divert my gaze to anywhere but her eyes.

Sliding the tie off, she tucks my shirt out and unbuttons it with her perfectly manicured slender fingers.

Not wanting to waste too much time, I unbuckle my belt and slide it off, and she laughs softly seeing how desperate I am to feel her love.

I've been feeling shittier than I've ever felt before, and if there's anything that could make me feel better, it could only be Areum's hug or Maya's love, and Areum's hug isn't something that I could receive right away.

"What are you laughing about? You have no idea how much I missed you," I speak to her while I slide my arms out of the sleeves of my shirt, and she takes it carefully in one hand, smoothing out the fine creases by running her other hand over it, and then she collects my necktie and belt from the floor and walks away to her bedroom.

Checking once if the front door is properly locked, I follow her to her bedroom and watch how she neatly hangs my clothes inside her wardrobe while I remove my trousers and place it carefully on her dresser.

My heart aches at how all these years I've missed such a wonderful woman in my life—the woman who knows how to calm my storms while meticulously making sure that every little thing that concerns me is taken care of.

Everyone makes wrong choices, but getting married to someone other than her probably has to be the winner of the worst decisions in my life. She has never been the other woman in my eyes; she's the woman—the rest of my life is a mistake, a huge mistake that I'm desperately trying to undo.

Walking closer to me, she places her hands on both sides of my waist and gently urges me to occupy the bed, which I happily do. I lie my head on the pillow and watch her getting rid of her clothing—a T-shirt and a pair of shorts—along with her lacy inner garments.

She has just taken a shower, as seen from her half-dried hair, and I love the way she smells and tastes just after a shower. My erection grows harder just upon imagining how good she would feel against my body, and how her tender lips could easily silence even the voices within my head.

Crawling over on top of me, fully naked, she hovers above me with her arms on either side of my head, her hair hanging down and framing the sides of her face, and her big eyes fixed on mine, her legs astraddle.

Holding our gazes, I place both my hands on the curve of her hips and effortlessly pull her down, causing our bodies to crash, earning a soft giggle from her which is soon swallowed by my lips that attach to hers.

My eyes close while our lips mould into one, and my hands take hold of her ass cheeks that sit right over my lower half, igniting the fire within every nook of my body and brain. Squeezing the soft flesh in both my hands, I hear her moan softly when our tongues tangle and teeth clash; the kiss escalating much quicker than usual.

Even though it has only been a week, it still feels as if this is the first time that we're kissing, and I'm sure she too missed me as much as I did.

I grow harder than I already am against her bottom, and the way she's sucking on my tongue while tightly gripping onto a bunch of my hair is making my mind and body go crazy; the smell of her fragrant shampoo and the lingering soft scent of her body intoxicating my nerve cells beyond imagination.

Every other torment within my head flies out, and that is the power she has over me. Or should I say the power that I allow her to have over my mind? Either way, she is the one who knows the way my soul works.

Maya slowly pulls away from the lip-lock, and my eyes open to look at her as she lifts up her torso while licking her lips and pushing a few strands of hair behind her ears.

She slides further down my body, still straddling me, and as she moves, her hands crawl along my sides and further down she hooks her fingers inside the waistband of my briefs and pulls it down, setting me free from the restraints of the unwanted, overrated piece of clothing.

Sliding the garment further down my legs, she completely takes it off my body and tosses it onto a nearby chair before her eyes get riveted onto my erection. Taking hold of me in her soft hand, she tightens her grip a bit as she strokes me at a sensual pace, making my eyebrows come together, and my eyelids flutter shut.

Her lips repeatedly touch my tip in teasing, tender kisses while her hand never misses the rhythm of its stroking action, and then the tip of her tongue flicks me, causing a heavy gush of air to leave my lungs, along with a deep growl that leaves my mouth.

My hand finds her hair that's scattered all over my stomach, and I gather it all into a bunch in my hand while I watch her take me in inch by inch; her hand still holding firmly onto the base.

I groan when her tongue twirls around, and then she begins bobbing her head and hollowing her cheeks while I feel the softness and wetness of her warm mouth moving against me, arousing me, sucking me, making me utter vulgar profanities.

My hold on her hair tightens, urging her to go faster and push me to the edge, which she understands and obeys. However, I keep my hips in place and don't push along with her movements so as not to make her gag.

Pulling away, she licks a long stripe with her flattened tongue, the pliant muscle wetting me all the way from my balls to my tip, and then her mouth begins to work around my throbbing balls.

I completely lose it, my eyes roll back in sheer pleasure, and my hips begin bucking.

"Come here," I utter amongst my haphazard breathing, and she obeys, gradually weaning off her actions and climbing over me.

Holding her waist firmly on both sides, I quickly flip us over and hover above her; her lustrous hair which is almost fully dried by now spills over the pillow and makes her appear no less than a Greek Goddess.

I lean forward, pressing my weight on her, and I capture her lips in mine and kiss her with such passion and intensity like never before. My one hand lands on her breast, squeezing and massaging the softness, rubbing delicate circles over the tip of her hardened nipple with the tip of my index finger.

My kisses drop to her neck; she throws her head back giving me full access to her most sensitive spots which I have no trouble in locating. She smells edible, and my hormones have long gone haywire, making me want to bite into every inch of her pristine body.

Letting my teeth and tongue graze her neck, I leave a generous trail of love bites and kiss her further down past the little dip in between her collarbones, and over the top of her breasts before shrouding her erect nipple with my lips.

My tongue twirls around her nipple, and her chest heaves when my fingers play with her other nipple at the same time. Her fingers weave through my hair with gentleness yet with a tinge of dominance that makes her subtly push my head further down her body.

Kissing every inch of her smooth body past her stomach and her bellybutton, I slip my tongue out to lick stripes on her delectable skin as I make my way to where I need to be.

Sitting up between her thighs, I push them apart and use my fingers to open her lips. My mouth waters at the sight of her glistening core, and I sink down, taking her in my mouth.

My tongue works around her clit, licking it, sucking it and holding it in before I release her and run my tongue to trace along her wet folds, wanting nothing more than to taste her on my tongue.

Maya grows impatient as her moans sound louder, and her back arches when I gently glide and dip two fingers, knuckles deep inside her slick wetness; her insistent pull on my hair growing more intense with each push and pull of my fingers.

I curl my fingers, teasing and tickling her trigger spot and watching how her eyes struggle to stay open, as do her thighs. When I know she's close, I let my fingers slip out of her before I roughly grab the bottoms of her thighs in both my hands and kneel down on the bed.

Pulling her closer to me, I flick her wetness up and down with my leaking tip that I'm holding in one hand, and then I position myself and push in slowly, biting my lip and whimpering as I allow myself to be swallowed by her slippery warmth.

"God! You're so beautiful," I utter my words of praise. My thrusts are sensual and relaxed at first, but the way her breasts bounce, and the way her lips part makes me pound in harder and faster at an unrelenting tempo. I place her one leg over my shoulder and press down on her lower abdomen with my palm while my hips roll and slap against her body.

Lifting the back of her knee off my shoulder, I lick and kiss the sensitive skin there even as my hips keep rocking at an increasing pace.

Lewd slurs escape my lips when I feel the blood rushing through my lower back, making every inch of my body heat up. Neither of us make any efforts to hold back our moans, and the sinful sounds are further tightening the coiling tension within the pit of my stomach.

I am sweating, and her skin feels dewy with the film of sweat that's forming on her body. Her hands fumble around to get a hold of something until her one hand tightly grips onto the sheet beneath her body while her other hand clutches the pillow; her teeth now digging into her bottom lip and assaulting it.

Eyebrows furrowed, she moans out loudly when the tension in her lower abdomen snaps and her whole body convulses, her chest heaves heavily and her walls spasm and contract around me as I ride her through her orgasm.

Clenching my teeth and tightening my hold on her leg—the hold sure to leave visible marks—I keep jerking my hips and chasing my climax desperately in need of the relief which only she can give me.

When my thrusts grow sloppier, I could feel shockwaves gripping my body, making my skin prickle and savour the pinnacle of pleasure as I come fully undone inside her. My whole body shudders, my breathing shatters, and drop after drop of sweat keeps dripping down the sides of my face.

"I've been craving this for so long. Damn! You feel so good," I throw my head back and breathe through parted lips while I wait for my body to fully relax and step down from euphoria and return to reality.

"This was amazing, I missed you too much, Taehyung," she extends her arms to me, and I slump on her, our sweaty bodies entwined and still connected at the hips.

A short moment of silence follows, after which I pull out reluctantly, spilling over onto the sheets and ruining them. I wash up and help her clean up as well before we get back into bed and lie down with her cuddled up tight against my chest.

"Maya," my hand strokes her bare back as I plant a kiss on the top of her head. "There's something that I have to tell you"

This is the one-shot which didn't let me sleep, although it has been modified quite a bit since when I first wrote it.
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What do you think happens next? Do you still remember that she wanted to tell him something too?

Also, thank you so much for 6k reads!!
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Published on : 05/23/2022