Two years passed in a blink of an eye.

For the entire time, we had all worked with our heads down, towards a common goal: to perform on stage again for our beloved fans. We had finally reached that goal and were back on tour for our second album which was even more successful than the first one.

To see the sea of lights with fans making the waves was what we all lived for. Our concerts were like two-sided serenades between us and the fans. We serenaded them, they chanted their devotion back to us. The air was filled with love, and every night we drowned in it.

As if really seeing him for the first time, Taehyung on stage blew my mind. I had forgotten how truly amazing he was on stage. The man was a born performer.

His body was lithe and fluid, his movements were smooth and nimble, borderline erotic. When his eyes closed, just revelling in the pure pleasure of his body moving with the music, he took my breath away.

His body moved smoothly, gliding over the beats, breaking the movement sharply, exactly when the choreography demanded it, no sooner, no later. His sense of rhythm was exceptional, his deep, resonant voice captivating. He invited my gaze, and my gaze followed.

Effortlessly, his presence was pure sex; long gone was the playful little pixie that I remembered. Now, Taehyung was a force to be reckoned with -no man nor woman would be safe if Taehyung decided to have his wicked way with them, that much was clear.

We still played our little games but without anyone telling us, the rules had changed.

Suddenly everything between us felt different. Taehyung and the way he was with me felt different, and I didn't know why.

What I did know was that most of the time after speaking to him, I came out breathless and turned on, wanting more.

I felt like I was falling into his sticky, sweet trap.