It had been a week, and you hadn't seen the girl since.

That wasn't surprising, since you hadn't seen her before that either, despite having frequented the area for the past few months. At the beginning, you had been uneasy at the thought of somehow seeing her again, but then the uneasiness had faded to a vague feeling of dissatisfaction. Later, you found yourself wondering if she had even been real, or if you'd just made her up. Maybe the stress of the relationship had been getting to you.

But you couldn't say that that was the reason, because the relationship in question had only been smooth sailing with no high tides. Taehyung had been sweeter than honey to you, and Jimin hadn't made a shot at him for a surprisingly long time, given his lack of self-control when it came to insulting your boyfriend.

In spite of all the show of perfection, you were hungry. Taehyung was sweet, no doubt about it—too sweet. All the kisses had been short and unfulfilling, and it wasn't until this lack of physical contact that you realized how much you craved it.

When the two of you had only been dating, you had had Jimin for that. Which, in retrospect sounded like you had been using him, but you were fully aware that it had been a two-sided thing unlike most of your previous (pubescent) fantasies. And that sounded even worse.

Recently, though, things had been different. There had been a darker look in Taehyung's eyes every time you pulled away, a look that you knew very well after your many sexual experiences with your roommate. You tried to tell yourself you should wait, that a relationship built on genuine affection instead of skinship was stronger, but a sexually active girl could only wait for so long.

Unfortunately, you didn't know what you wanted even when you thought you did.

The long-awaited night came after the two of you had more than a couple of caffeinated drinks at your apartment, and you had only just gotten up to get something to eat when he had pulled you back to the couch—forgetting about coy kisses and slow glances and instead, pressing you down against the back and attaching his hot mouth to yours.

This wasn't like the previous kisses you'd shared, though. It was deep, fast, and burning with desire.

You surrendered easily, heartbeat spiking at the beginning with the thrill of the new, the wanted, the needed.

Unlike his usual self, Taehyung didn't bother to restrain himself, gripping your hips and pressing his lips hard against yours, tasting like buttered popcorn and something bitter, and you were eager to respond. In no time, his shirt was half-unbuttoned, the hem of your t-shirt having ridden up your stomach, bare to his touches.

"I missed you so much." He licked his lips, opening his mouth against yours as he increased his pace. The sentence sounded out of context, but you didn't question it, assuming he meant the intimacy you had shared earlier.

The touches you left on him were slow but steady, every other movement eliciting a soft groan from his parted lips that sent a current down your spine. You didn't even realize when the mood shifted—one moment, the kisses were fast and easy, and the other, they had turned into revelations of the burning passion that leaked from the cracks in his calm façade.

Taehyung's fingers dug harder into your skin, sure to leave bruises, and his gentle nips had turned into harder bites, the feeling that made you buck against him every time his teeth came in contact with your jaw. You placed your unsteady hands on his chest, surprised and a little disturbed.

Then his hands reached your bra.

Wait, wait, wait, back up.

The touch was like a splash of cold water in your face, and the adrenaline that flooded your blood was because of a newfound feeling of fear.

Taehyung slipped his tongue inside your mouth, his hands gripping your waist tightly. Your eyes fluttered shut, gut twisting because of the feeling.

It shouldn't have been a big problem. All you had to do was tell him that it was too fast, that you weren't ready for all of that yet, that you needed to be more comfortable with him for that kind of thing, but your mouth shut and your ability to speak disappeared when you tried to exercise it.

Your mind went blank.

"Taehyung!" You gasped, breathless as his teeth bit into your skin, leaving purplish red marks. "God—"

"Hey! What are you doing?"

At the sudden voice, you froze, not sure if you were relieved or frightened. Jimin stood at the door, bulging grocery bags hanging from both of his arms, one hand still on the doorknob.

You could almost feel the vibrations of the low, annoyed hum that left your boyfriend.

Taehyung let go of you, his eyes moving to the source of the voice. "Jimin." He chuckled breathily, but you noticed his pupils were still dilated. "Don't be a cockblocker, man."

"I'm not." Your roommate eyed you carefully, walking towards you. "What were you doing?"

"What we're supposed to do, Jimin," Taehyung spoke, his eyes narrowed as he tried to mask his visible infuriation. "What we're allowed to do."

"Well, not on my couch," Jimin bit back, tapping his foot. You were caught so off guard by his entry that you didn't even care about your bare abdomen. "If you're gonna do the deed, do it somewhere else."

"We weren't—"

"Out." Jimin snapped his fingers, jerking his chin towards the door, keeping his eyes on the boy still hovering above you. "It's already late, and I'm pretty sure you have a project to submit before midnight."

Taehyung tensed, and you held your breath. Then, with a sigh, he got up, shooting you an apologetic look and buttoning up his shirt. The unabashed way his exposed his chest to your roommate would have been kind of funny if you hadn't been so out of your wits.

Jimin maintained his annoyed glare until the time the ravenet was out of the door, then turned his eyes to you. The look in them was surprisingly soft, and you could barely look him in the eye as you say up and fixed your messy appearance.

"What happened?" Jimin asked gently, worried gaze fixed on you.

"I'm fine." You managed a weak smile, still unsure of what you felt. "I just..."

Unable to continue, you trailed off.

The silver-haired boy opened his mouth, looking like he wanted to say something, but closed it, perhaps sensing your walls coming up. You still didn't know how he had gleaned what was going on from a single glance, or how he had come back almost an hour early, but you were relieved that he had shown up.

But Jimin didn't speak, remembering the night when you had first come back from your date. He wasn't going to yell again, not when you were in such a fragile state.

So he sat down next to you, offering moral support instead of advice this time. "Go to sleep," he said. "It's late, and you need to rest right now even if you wake up late tomorrow."

And you agreed.