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Once away from the crowds, Taehyung's hand slipped down from Amanda's shoulder to her waist and then down to her ass. He let his hand stay there, clumsily stroking and squeezing her as they walked unsteadily. As much as she wanted to stop him, it also felt nice. So she let his hands stay.

Their steps became slower and wobblier, and Amanda tripped onto the manicured lawn that was slightly wet with the jet sprays from the sprinkler. She dragged Taehyung down along with her, and he fell right on top of her. She felt the wetness on the back of her thighs and legs, and her skin bristled with the wet and cold contact.

He balanced himself up slightly and began stroking her silky thighs while seated right in between them, facing her. Taehyung slowly leaned in towards her and whispered in her ear, "I want to fuck you, Amanda." 

The smell of strong alcohol surrounded them both, and neither of them could think straight. Amanda couldn't reply coherently, and she nodded her head with a giggle followed by a string of hiccups. Unsteadily standing back up on their feet, they quickly made their way to the nearest room which she believed was hers. She somehow managed to open the door with the keys she discovered in the pocket of her shorts, thus confirming that it was indeed her room.

Once inside, Taehyung swiftly locked the door behind him, kicked his shoes off to a corner and pounced on Amanda, sending her to the bed. She lay on her back while he hovered over her and tried to attack her lips. Amanda held the fabric of his shirt and pulled him closer, making him fall on her, and his lips collided with hers.

Intoxicated way beyond their tolerable limits, they hungrily ravished each other's lips before the wet and urgent kiss cascaded into a frenzy of twirling tongues and clashing teeth.

Not in the mood to waste any time, Taehyung pulled down the zipper of his jeans and lowered it along with his underwear. He helped Amanda pull off her shorts and panties, too, and he spread her legs wide. Amanda was giggling all the while.

Neither of them were in their right senses, yet the part of their brains that sensed lust and need was working just  fine. Taehyung was hard yet not fully hard because of the alcoholic drowsiness. Leaning in closer and lifting her T-shirt up slightly to reveal her navel, he bent down and began kissing and licking around her sensitive skin, and that sent waves of tingles down her spine, exciting her nerves for the act. Her hand found his hair as she moaned weakly and grabbed a bunch, pulling him closer to her body; his lips attaching to her stomach.

Taehyung nestled himself closer and eased himself into her without warning. Amanda, fully intoxicated not just with alcohol but with Taehyung's masculine scent and her own lust, gasped and cursed. The pain shot in and her skin pricked, but she was too numb to feel it right then. He pushed in harder and faster and let out obnoxious expletives, none of which registered in their minds.

Her moans grew louder and his thrusts grew faster, harder and then sloppier, and he crashed his lips on hers, swallowing her moans and letting her silence his deep growls. With a few last weaker thrusts, he released deep within her, and he crashed on top of her; their half-naked bodies covered in sweat, still connected at the hips. Her thighs tightened around his body and then her body relaxed before she rolled over and pushed him onto the bed.

Unable to keep her eyes open any longer, she crawled over to rest her head on a pillow, shut her eyes tight and drifted off into a deep slumber while Taehyung had already fallen asleep.

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Taehyung

May 6, 2021

The loud noise of the blender running at full speed woke me up. Pulling away the comforter, I got out of bed, picked up my shorts that somehow ended up with Amanda's shirt on the floor last night and walked away into the bathroom. A surgery was planned for this morning, so I had to get ready and leave for work without my wife since she didn't have to go to work until much later.

Once out of the shower, I got dressed and headed to the kitchen to meet and greet my wife. She was gliding about making breakfast and humming a soft tune to herself. I quietly tiptoed and hugged her tight from behind.

"Morning, Dr. Kim!" She tapped the ladle on the tip of my nose, coating it with a thin film of sauce.

"I've showered already," I complained, resting my chin on her shoulder.

She swiftly turned around and locked her arms around my neck and looked into my eyes.

"I can help with that," she kissed the tip of my nose, softly licking away the sauce. "Mm... needs a bit more salt," she nodded to herself and turned around.

"If that's how you'll check your seasoning, I think I should give up my other plans and hang around cooking with you," I tickled her waist, gaining a giggle from her.

"Breakfast is ready," she announced and set the pot on the coaster that I placed on the table.

"Baby, what's the surgery today?" She asked me for the details, as she always did.

"It's an appendectomy. No pain or inflammation, no bleeding. It just showed up on a random ultrasound done for chronic constipation, and they are getting it removed electively," I informed her and scooped out my last bite of noodles.

"And how old is the kid?" She was curious once again as she casually picked up the dishes and headed towards the sink.

"A five-year-old girl baby. And you know what's the best part?" I asked her while taking a sip of my milkshake.

"This baby too wants to cuddle with you?" She giggled and turned to look at me over her shoulders.

I chuckled,
"No, no. Not this kid. This girl reminds me of you," I gulped down the remainder of my milkshake and moved closer to her.

"You know, with soft curls and big twinkly eyes and a smile so similar to yours... she's so much like you," I said softly and pulled down a loose curl that was misplaced from her pineapple bun, releasing and letting it spring back up thereafter.

"Mhm... Can I see her, too?" She asked me with a broad smile.

I nodded, "Yeah. I'll take you to meet her at the recovery ward," I kissed her temple and then checked the time on my watch.

"I'll leave now. Let's catch up for lunch and no matter what, today we are going to that Italian restaurant down the road, okay?"

"Okay, Dr. Kim," she chuckled, and I pulled her in for a soft kiss.

"The milkshake tastes good." She mumbled and licked her lips with a wink as we pulled away.

"Such a tease. You sure have your ways of tasting." I smacked her ass, giving it a light squeeze before proceeding to pick up my belongings and heading out for work.

  
Amanda

Walking down the marbled floor of the long corridor leading up to my consulting room, I bowed lightly and greeted the doctors and staff who walked past me. I usually felt a lot more confident after my hair-wash days since my curls looked straight out of a magazine cover shoot.

With curls like mine, there is always a fine line that separates whether the owner looks like a sizzling Halle Berry or a sinister Bellatrix—a dubious epithet that I earned during my teenage years where I didn't understand how curls worked.

Once I settled down in my chair, I powered on the desktop computer and began scrutinizing my list of appointments for the day. The first one was more than an hour later. Since I had nothing better to do, I decided to check my phone, and when I did, I found a text from Yoongi.

Yoongi:
Hey Mandy. Let's catch up today.

Me:
Yoongi, I'm free right now. You?

Yoongi:
I'm free too. I'm actually headed to your hospital right now.

Me:
See you soon

In about fifteen minutes, there was a knock at the door, and Yoongi opened it with a big smile.

"Morning!" I greeted him and got up from my seat.

He waved for me to come out, and I followed him out of my room to the coffee shop on the same floor, adjacent to the pharmacy.

Settling down with a cup of iced Americano for him and milk tea for me, Yoongi began,
"When is Taehyung's surgery?"

I checked my watch.
"He should be done by now. Do you want to meet him?" I took a sip of my hot tea.

He sipped his coffee and nodded, pursing his lips and exhaling slowly thereafter.
"Hmm... Has been long. I met him at the Shanghai conference last year."

"Yeah. I remember him telling me that," I nodded with a smile, clutching the cup between both my hands rested on the table.

"And, of course, there was your wedding," he smiled.

"Yeah, MC Yoongi. It's already been a year. Almost," I chuckled.

"Speaking of weddings, I heard something, and that's also part of the reason I'm here today," he added, leaning forward on the table.

My eyes widened, and I dramatically clapped my hand over my mouth.
"ARE YOU GETTING MARRIED?" I whisper-yelled.

Yoongi erupted into a fit of laughter, his face turning a bright shade of pink, and he shook his head vigorously. Slapping my arm sharply, he calmed down and said,
"I haven't even found the right person yet. But this is not about my wedding."

I quirked an eyebrow and leaned forward on the table.

Yoongi looked to both sides and then leaned closer to me.
"Dr. Hana is getting married," he whispered and eaned back in his seat.

"Oh, that's great. She's actually a few years older than you. So it's about time," I chuckled and emptied my beverage which had gone a bit cold by now.

"You want to know who she's getting married to?" Yoongi took the last sip of his coffee and took my empty cup and stacked it inside his emptied cup.

"Who? Hoseok? He was always into older women," I raised my eyebrows and giggled.

"Namjoon." he said with a straight face; his blank gaze fixed on me.

My smile vanished, my eyes widened, and my heartbeat accelerated hearing the one name which we didn't want to hear ever again. And the fact that he would be getting married to the daughter of the Chairman of the hospital that my husband and I worked at made a slow swirling nausea clench at the pit of my stomach.

Sensing my discomfort, Yoongi immediately dragged his chair closer to mine and held my suddenly trembling and cold hand in his own steady hands.

"I'm sorry, Mandy. But I thought it's better you know it beforehand instead of just you know bumping into him when he's here or even worse, him showing up in your room or something," he stroked my hand softly.

I let my head drop and nodded a few times.
"I get it. When did he come back?" I lifted my gaze to Yoongi's concerned eyes.

"I don't know when he came back. Chairman Lee and Namjoon's father have signed a deal last month end, and, as per that, Namjoon will be marrying Dr. Hana and taking over as the new chairman of this hospital in exchange for their ancestral hospital—the one that I work in, at Jeju-do," he informed me in a serious tone.

I let out an amused chuckle, mixed with repulsion and fear.
"Wow! I really needed that today, didn't I?"

"I'm sorry, Mandy. I didn't mean to upset your mood," he nodded regretfully.

I placed my hand on his hands that were shielding my other hand.
"It's okay, Yoongi. We all despise him," I smiled lightly. "So, you'll be working under Chairman Lee then?"

"Yeah, and that's why I'm here. To finish signing the formalities. He takes over next week," Yoongi finally let go of my hands and kept them interlocked on top of the table.

"I see. And when is the wedding?" I was curious.

"The wedding is later this year. But the formal engagement takes place next week, exactly a day before Taehyung's awarding ceremony. You'll be informed soon," he breathed out and leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms behind his head.

If the revulsion of facing Namjoon and having to work under him were not enough dose of negativity for the day, the prospects of being invited to his engagement party only added up as a cherry on the cake—the cake that I would never want to even look at, let alone cut and eat.

Yoongi pulled up his sleeve and checked his watch and let out a long breath.
"Alright, Mandy. I'm meeting your Chairman Lee, soon-to-be Chairman of the Shinna hospital at Jeju-do, in another ten minutes," he stood up and fixed the creases on his trousers. "I'll walk you back to your room," he extended his hand to me.

"Thank you, Yoongi. I'll be good on my own. You go ahead with the meeting. I'll see you some other time," I got up and gave him a friendly bear hug, and we parted ways to take care of our schedules.

Walking back to my room with a muddled up mind, I decided not to overthink about anything and make it obvious in front of my husband and get him worried, too. He already had a bad day this week, and I wouldn't want to be the reason he goes through another one of those days again. I would let him know when the time comes, and in the meantime, I would try to remain as calm as possible.

A couple of hours and three appointments later, my intercom line screeched loudly, and I picked it up.

"Dr. Amanda here."

"Wondering why Mrs. Kim is not hungry yet," came back the husky deep voice that has kept me captive for quite a few years now.

I chuckled softly, pressing the receiver closer to my ear. Dirty talking over the hospital line knowing fully well that our calls were being monitored or even probably recorded was making my adrenaline rush.

"If you're the meal, Dr. Kim, then I'm starving right now."

He exhaled sharply at the other end of the line.
"Meet me at my office in five minutes."

"I will!" I chuckled and replaced the receiver in its place. Powering off the monitor, I picked up my purse and headed straight to my husband's office on the ground floor.

With five quick knocks on the door, I pushed it open and entered his room, but he wasn't in his seat. I took a few steps, advancing in the direction of his table and froze on the spot when I heard the door clicking locked behind me.

Spinning around on my heels, I was met with the deep hazel orbs of the man that I loved to bits. With a soft squeeze to my waist, he lifted me up and made me sit on his table, pushing himself forward and nestling his whole body between my parted legs.

I giggled and pulled him closer, hooking two of my fingers into the waistline of his slacks.
"I thought we were having Italian for lunch today."

"How about you have Korean?" He winked and slid his hands along my clothed thighs.

"How did the surgery go?" I stroked his neck, undoing a few buttons of his shirt.

Taehyung nodded and spoke in his deep voice,
"The only wrong things I do are with you..." he unbuttoned my blouse and slowly outlined my soft flesh with his fingertip. "Doing all the wrong things the right way," and his lips attached to mine, silencing me completely.

Are the past and the present storylines easy to keep up with? Or is it confusing?

*kisses him aggressively*
Published on : 09/29/2021