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Amanda

Me:
Sooya... listen I have something v.imp to tell you

Me:
Call me when you're free

Me:
I might die if I don't tell 'ya abt it

I threw my phone aside and lay down on the bed, curled up to my pillows since the amalgam of cramping, the uncalled for horniness during my period and the excitement of revealing my secret to Sooya was all stomping down on my abdomen.

She called in a short while, and I answered her call with trembling hands. Letting out a long breath, I began speaking.

"Sooya... listen up and don't talk until I finish. Remember the night that Taehyung and I had a drinking battle and passed out in our room? Umm... God! We actually had sex that night and never realized it. It was the first time for the two of us, and yet neither of us have any memories of what happened. It just happened in our totally inebriated states, and so we spoke about it when we were sober and decided that we would make it a proper first time. It's not that I regret having slept with him.. he's super hot and all that, and I mean, I gave my first to him, so it won't hurt to make it a memorable first time right? So...." I paused for a moment and cleared my throat. "Right now I'm on my period, and we've planned to do it on Friday. I just couldn't not tell you this, and I'm really, really sorry for not telling you earlier. I know you're really mad right now. But I myself was so confused and flustered, and so was he. So, yeah... that's what I wanted to tell you." I spoke nervously in one long stretch and let out another long breath of relief.

It took me a few more seconds to realize that Sooya remained dead silent at the other end.

'She must be processing this shocking information, and her brain probably glitched.'

"Soo-"

"That's such an interesting piece of information," said a male voice at the other end—one that sounded smooth and silky.

My mouth gaped, and it literally felt as if a missile just struck me on my face.

I bolted up in bed and spoke with wide eyes,
"H-hello? Who the hell are you? Where's Sooya?"

The male at the other end laughed helplessly, and my confusion grew wider.

"Stop it!" I hissed irritatedly.

'The hell? Did I just confess this to some random guy?'

Furrowing my eyebrows, I glanced at my phone's screen to check if I had called Sooya or someone else by mistake, and I confirmed that I had, in fact, called her only.

'Then who is this guy?'

I waited anxiously for the male to stop laughing and start speaking. Pessimistic ideas about what possibly happened to Sooya began eating through my mind, and, as I was growing increasingly paranoid with each passing minute, the male finally decided to calm down and talk.

"Jimin here" he said, trying hard to collect his breath.

'Oh no! Did I just expose us to Jimin?'

My mouth went dry, and I was at a loss for words. However, I managed to ask him about Sooya.

"Where's Sooya?"

"She is in the washroom, and I was having her phone and saw your texts. I thought it was something life-threatening and called you immediately." He let out an uncontrollable giggle even before he finished speaking coherently.

I facepalmed myself and continued,
"How indecent of you to read her texts? And what are you doing with her? Where are you both now?"

He let out another amused chuckle and scoffed, "Indecent? Wahhhh... look who's talking. And we both came out for coffee."

"Alright. Jimin, please tell Sooya to call me when she's back," I said, trying to sound calm.

"Hey, hey, Mandy... hold on. So are you both planning to be friends with benefits?" He asked in a surprisingly calm tone.

"What? No, that's not how it is. It's just a one time thing," I protested, and I was more than embarrassed to talk about this with him.

He laughed again, and I actually wanted to slam my phone against the ground.

"What's so funny?" I asked him in an annoyed tone, also feeling slightly helpless.

"Wait... so now that I know of this super secret, what do I get to keep it a secret?" He questioned me curiously.

"Jimin... please. Don't tell this to anyone. We'll talk about it later, okay?" I almost pleaded with him, and I hated myself for letting out everything without even knowing who was at the other end of the call.

'But how could I even guess that he'll pick up the call? And why is Sooya living in the toilet?'

"Yeah, yeah. I will meet you both after your Friday encounter. Sounds good?" He sounded malicious and naughty at the same time, and I couldn't do anything right then except to agree to his offer.

"Sooya is here," he said and handed the phone to her.

We both spoke for a bit and then ended the call with me feeling completely drained of all my color and energy.

'This involves Taehyung, too. How would he react to this?'

I decided that it would be best not to let him know until we meet Jimin sometime that weekend. Added to the misery of my stomach cramping, the pain of handling this issue with Jimin almost made me want to tug at my hair and pull it all out.

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May 7, 2021

Wincing at the zipper that got tangled in my hair and almost ripped the locks out of my scalp, I tried to detangle the mess.

"Ugh! This zipper!" I groaned.

After a few seconds of struggling with the zipper and my hair, a part of which ended up looking like a crow's nest, I finally managed to slip on the dress and zip it up. Fixing the ruined ringlets with some water, leave-in and gel, I let them dry and walked away to the kitchen where my husband was meticulously piping sweetened whipped cream on top of the pudding in the small individual ramekins.

I tapped his shoulder gently.
"Baby, go wear a shirt. I'll take care of this."

His eyes lifted to scan me from top to toe, and he nodded in approval.

"You're wearing this granny dress after ages. But it still looks so good on you," he turned around fully to study my appearance.

I winked and reached out for the piping bag in his hand, but he pulled his hand away.

"Nope. I still don't know how it tastes."

"That's fine. I've added enough sweetener," I said and reached out again, but he moved his hands to his back with a devilish smirk and leaned back.

I gave up and crossed my arms under my chest.

"What are you trying, Dr. Kim?" I tilted my head to the side and questioned him.

Without a word, he kept moving forward and coming closer to me, making me step backward until my back hit the refrigerator. He brought forward his hand with the piping bag and fixed his eyes on mine. Bringing the tip of the nozzle close to my face, he piped out a dollop of the cold cream on the tip of my nose.

"What the-" I began, but he discarded the piping bag in a corner and crashed his lips on mine while his hands cupped my cheeks, tilting my head to one side, locking our lips tighter. My hands clutched onto a fistful of fluffy hair at the back of his head, and I let out soft moans as his shirtless body collided with mine.

Pulling away, he softly licked away the cream from the tip of my nose and licked his lips with a soft nod. I burst out laughing when I saw that the tip of his nose was also covered with cream. I pulled him closer and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"How does it taste?" I searched his eyes for an answer.

"Not as sweet as you," he smiled big, and I leaned forward, licking off the cream from his nose.

"Definitely not as sweet as you," I mumbled, and just when he stretched out his hand to reach for the piping bag that he discarded a while ago, the doorbell rang.

Letting out a defeated sigh, my husband's head dropped into the crook of my neck.

"Min cockblocker is here." He announced and let go of my hips before walking away to the bedroom to wear a shirt.

I laughed to myself and skipped to the front door, throwing it open to find Yoongi standing there with a small bunch of fresh flowers in one hand and a sweet smile on his lips.

"Hey, Yoongi!" I welcomed him with a big warm hug, and when we pulled away, my eyes widened seeing who had accompanied him.

"OH MY GOD! HOSEOK IS HERE TOO!!!?" I shrieked and squealed, throwing myself into his welcoming arms. He laughed and hugged me tight.

Pulling away, I held their hands in mine and dragged them both inside, closing the door shut behind us.

"Wow, Yoongi never told me you were coming along. Such a surprise to see you, Hoseok. How are you? Been almost a year since we met," I said excitedly.

"Yeah, Mandy. I wanted to surprise you, and when I met Yoongi today and he told me about the dinner, I thought it is the best occasion. Don't worry about extra food, I don't eat much anyway," he chuckled and settled down on the couch beside me.

"Ahh... Come on. I've made extra portions as always. I just can't cook smaller portions," I giggled.

"Oh, I brought something for you. Here," he handed me a bag with a bottle of honey. "It's from my mom's apiary," Hoseok added with a bright smile.

I took the bag from him and smiled.
"Thank you, Hoseok."

"Wow! Hoseok is here, too? What a surprise!" Taehyung walked in to the living room with his trademark big square smile and his arms open to Hoseok.

They greeted each other with a warm bro hug, while Yoongi chose not to hug. He only waved to Taehyung, who anyway side hugged him, making him scrunch his nose and fight for escape from my husband's strong hold.

After a while of laughing and catching up on a lot of things and all four of us excitedly talking at the same time only to end up laughing again—we had an amazing time together after a long time. We continued talking and laughing over dinner, too, and I was more than happy to see my husband relaxing totally.

Yoongi had brought in a bottle of wine which we had along with the rice and stew and other dishes that Taehyung and I had cooked together. The food was plenty, yet we emptied most of it, and Hoseok offered to take back a box of stew for his mother.

After dinner, the men settled down in the living room couches. I served them all their desserts and settled down beside Taehyung with my own cup of pudding.

"Uhm guys... I have interesting news to share with you all," Hoseok said as he took a spoonful of pudding and slowly gulped it down.

All eyes were on him as we all kept eating and waiting for the interesting news from him.

"Don't look at me as if I've murdered someone. I might be getting married soon," he giggled and blushed furiously.

"Huh? Hoseok, you traitor! Is this for real?" Yoongi was shocked as he turned to face Hoseok and gasped dramatically.

Hoseok giggled.
"Yeah, for real. I proposed to her last week, and she said yes. We've been dating for over two years now," he stated and set down his empty ramekin on the coffee table.

"Oh my God! I'm so happy for you guys," I clapped in excitement.

"Yeah, we're super happy for you, Hoseok, and who's this she?" Taehyung quizzed him curiously while Yoongi kept whining about how he was still single and ready to mingle, yet not stumbling upon anyone ever.

"Her name is Jiwon, and I met her through an old mutual friend," he informed us, and we all congratulated him with hugs and pats. Yoongi, too, reluctantly hugged him while still sulking about his single status.

Before the guys left, we clicked some photographs together, and then they bid their goodbyes. Standing at the front gate, Taehyung wrapped his arm around my shoulder as we waved to Yoongi and Hoseok who drove away and out of the dark street. Taehyung closed the gates, and we both went inside the house after turning off all the lights, flipping down on the couch together.

"Aaahhh the dishes!" I whined.

"Don't worry, ramen. I'll ask one of the servants to come here and get it done tomorrow morning before we leave to the resort. Just relax, okay?" He kissed my temple and pulled me closer to him.

"Did I ever tell you that you're the best?" I leaned on his chest and snuggled up to his warm, clothed body.

He chuckled softly. "Amanda…" 

I hummed in response, and he held my hand, softly stroking the back of my hand with his thumb.

"I love you," he said in a deep whisper, lacing  his slender fingers through mine, and I held his hand tighter.

"I love you more, Taehyung," I whispered back and brought our intertwined hands to my lips, planting a soft, lingering kiss on his hand.

"Are you tired?" He asked me as he delicately traced the tip of his index finger along my upper arm.

Getting the cue, I quickly responded with a soft chuckle,
"Never too tired for Taehyung's love."

Soon enough, we were in bed with Taehyung hovering over me, his dark eyes trained on my bare body as he slowly lowered himself into my wetness, rolling and grinding his hips against my pelvis while letting out a string of lewd expletives and sensual moans.

My lips found his, and our tongues tangled, as did our bodies that danced in a perfect rhythm matching his thrusts. With a few more sloppy thrusts, a few sexy and sweet words that escaped my mouth, we both came undone at the same time, letting our hot and uneven breaths mingle in the little space between us.

A few beads of sweat dripped down from his forehead onto mine as he bent in for a painfully slow smooch, letting his weight drop on my body.

His love is the drug of my choice, and I can confidently state that even after years from now, I would still never be able to get enough of him. Call me a glutton, yes I am—always a glutton for his love.

Lust coming up next. You may or may not need a few buckets of Hobi water...just in case.

Also, would they succeed on Friday? I'm excited for Friday, and you?

Published on : 10/02/2021