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Amanda

"Mandy, do you want to go home with me?" Taehyung's deep voice interrupted me from entering into dreamland.

The lecture was so boring that I would have drifted off to sleep if not for Taehyung's hand that was stroking my thigh.

"Yeah. After this." I said, rubbing my sleepy eyes.

The past few days had been hectic for me. Namjoon kept calling me over the weekend, and I didn't return any of his calls. Yet, I knew that there was no escape from him when we were at college. Yesterday, as Taehyung and I entered the classroom, Namjoon blocked our way and insisted on talking to me alone. Taehyung flat-out rejected it, and they broke into an argument that could've easily led to a nasty fight if Jungkook and Jimin hadn't stepped in.

After Taehyung sent me home on Sunday after our argument about the reunion incident, he called me up that night and apologized, and I apologized, too, for making the most absurd comparison between him and Namjoon. I should have never done that, yet I didn't have the guts to ask him directly about his intentions, and he hasn't spoken anything about it these past two days. So I have concluded that he saved me only because I am his good friend. Nothing more.

Today, Namjoon was nowhere to be seen inside the campus, and it was a big relief for me, for us. After the boring lecture ended, we both sneaked out of our classroom and headed straight to Taehyung's house. 

The moment we entered his house, he grabbed my wrist, spun me around, pushing me against the door. Taehyung began nursing on my neck while his hands held my waist firmly on both sides.

I grabbed a fistful of his hair, breathing heavily, my head thrown back against the door as my eyes rolled back in the pleasurable feeling of his soft lips grazing my neck and jaw. He lifted me up slightly, and I wrapped my legs around his waist while his one hand held onto the back of my thighs and supported my weight. Taehyung's other hand grabbed my breast and massaged it. He was hard against my core, and I pushed my body closer to feel more of him.

'Damn these clothes!'

Gripping a bunch of his hair, I yanked his head back and started unbuttoning his shirt without moving my gaze from his. It was as if he stared into my soul, and that stare was all that it took to turn me on. Wildly. Taehyung didn't even have to lay a finger on me to get me in the mood. And it was the first time I was undressing him before sex, something that turned on the intimacy and urgency meters to work at full speed.

Wondering why the hell there were so many buttons in a shirt, I almost ripped out the last of the buttons and smoothed my hands over his shoulders, pushing the shirt down to the floor. He put me down on the floor and took off his belt while I removed my dress, and we headed straight to his room.

Taehyung discarded his remaining clothes, and so did I. I lay down, and he crawled on top of me. Pulling him closer, I let him rest his weight on me while I attached my lips to the spot below his ear and trailed my wet kisses to his neck and began teasing his sweet spots with my tongue.

He growled and squeezed my breast hard, grinding his hips against mine. My hand traveled down to his erection, and I held his twitching hardness in my hand, stroking him a few times firmly before guiding him to my entrance. Taehyung leaned in close and kissed my cheek, further dropping his kisses to my collarbone. He sensually traced my arm and hand with his long hand and laced his fingers through mine, holding it firm against the soft mattress beneath us.

With a few slow and steady thrusts, he invaded me and began moving in and out in my slippery wetness. I planted my feet on the bed and opened my legs wide enough for him to move freely, using my hands to feel the silky skin on his shoulders and back.

He leaned closer and moaned deeply; his baritone feeling like sinfully sweet chocolate to my ears. Taehyung damn well knew what he was doing and where he was creating friction within me. My nails dug into his flesh, and our moans grew messier with his every thrust that took us closer to euphoria.

Taehyung's thrusts as well as his breathing became out of rhythm, and his whole body tensed up. He was moaning and growling near my ear, and I let my hand slip inside his back locks, pulling him closer to me than he already was.

His chest kissed my chest, a layer of sweat began forming on both our bodies and the pressure in my lower abdomen was close to exploding when Taehyung groaned,

"Amanda.."

"Mmm..." I hummed back, unable to even open my eyes.

"I love you" he growled deeply. 

And my eyelids flew open, my hands on his body stopped moving.

"Taehyung?" I stuttered, and his movements came to a halt, too.

Taehyung

'Shit! Shit! Shit! I screwed up big time!'

"I- I'm.. Mand-" I stammered, my eyes wide with panic.

"Finish." She said and let her hands stay frozen on my body.

I raised my torso slightly and looked into her eyes—her stupefied eyes that demanded an explanation for what I just let out. I rested my weight on both my elbows on the mattress on either side of her head and swallowed hard. My forehead broke into a sweat.

'What if she walks out on me because of my greediness? Will she end this thing that's going on between us? God! How was I so careless?'

"You don't want to finish?" She raised her eyebrows.

"You mean what I said?" I asked her nervously.

'This is the end. I know it.'

"I meant what we're doing." She answered back, rolling her eyes.

"Umm..." I hesitated.

Amanda let out a long breath, her shoulders dropping.

"Get up." She gently put her hands on my shoulders to push me away from her.

Pulling out of her, I got up and out of the bed. She sat up and held her head in her hands while I just stood there for a moment, not knowing what to do.

"I'm so sor-" I began.

But then she slid out of bed and said,

"I'll leave now." And picked up her panties from the floor.

I nervously ran my fingers through my hair and took a step closer to her.

"Hey.. Mandy... I'm so sorry. I really mean it," I said softly.

She wore her underwear and breathed out, her gaze lifting to meet mine.

"You meant what you said?"

'What the fuck do I say now? Truth or lies?'

I shook my head. "I didn't" I lied. 

She let out a long sigh and nodded.

'What an idiot I am? I should've at least held back until we finished.'

I picked up my boxers and proceeded to wear them while she headed to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She usually never did, but today she closed it and locked it from the inside so that I wouldn't follow her inside the bathroom like I usually did.

I sat on the edge of the bed and smacked my forehead while I kept mentally cursing myself for confessing and putting her off like that. Out of nervousness I kept chewing my lips and repeatedly running my fingers through my hair as I wore my jeans and made my way out of the room to pick up my shirt that we discarded near the front door.

Amanda followed me to the living room to wear her dress, while I just stood and watched her get dressed. Once she was done, she scrunched her messed up curls and stepped closer to me, looking directly into my apologetic eyes.

I swallowed thickly.

"I won't make a big issue out of this. But today my mood just fizzled. I'm sorry. We'll meet some other time, okay? I'll get going now." She gave a small smile.

"I'm really sorry, Mandy. I didn't mean to. It just slipped out of my mouth." I apologized once again.

'I would apologize a thousand times to make her stay. If only she knew that I actually meant what I said...'

She sighed, "That's okay. I'll see you at college tomorrow."

Amanda walked past me to open the door, and I placed a hand on the door, stopping her. "Wait. I'll drop you home."

"Sure. I don't mind shirtless." She chuckled.

Just then I realized that I was actually standing with the shirt in my hand. Laughing softly, I proceeded to wear my shirt. The drive to Amanda's house was not uncomfortably silent as I anticipated it to be. She spoke and laughed as usual, but I was still feeling a bit nervous and foolish.

As I pulled over outside her house, she turned to look at me while unbuckling her seat belt.

"I'm sorry for ruining it today. We'll make up for it soon. Okay?" She smiled, holding up her pinky finger.

"I ruined everything. I'm sorry. And yes. I will make it up to you... I'm ready any time." I winked and linked my pinky finger with hers.

She tugged at my finger and giggled. I was finally able to relax a bit.

"Alright. Go back safe." She waved to me before getting out of the car.

I smiled and waved back, watching as she walked down the driveway to the front door and disappeared inside. I leaned back in my seat and my tense muscles relaxed as I still held on to the steering wheel in both my hands. Sighing to myself, I drove back home to occupy my bed while it still smelled like Amanda.

Amanda

As I walked down towards home, I knew Taehyung was still there watching me. I didn't turn back to look at him as I quietly proceeded to unlock the door and head inside. Once behind the locked door, I held my chest in my hand and slammed my back against the door.

'What the actual fuck? He confessed while we were having sex. And we didn't even finish because I grew so nervous. I knew he was nervous, too. But did he actually mean what he said? I really wished he did, but he dismissed it as a mistake. Heck!'

'Had he said yes, then I would've pounced on him right then and attacked his lips and let him make love to me until my legs dropped. Whoa... I wonder if I'll be able to just have sex with him like before. I really want to, but today I just felt as if I needed an honest confession, which I didn't receive. We were both so close to finishing, and I wanted to talk once we were done. But he hesitated, and even when I asked him if he meant what he said, he said no. That ticked me off big time, but again, didn't we intend to keep this as just a no-strings-attached relationship? Why the hell am I feeling depressed now?'

I headed straight to my room and threw myself on the bed.

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"Aaahhh... lying alone on this bed is so hard!" I grumbled to myself and tried to snuggle up to Taehyung's pillow.

I would've waited for him in the living room, but my back hurt a bit, so I chose to lie down for a while. It's time I stopped wearing those hideous heels and got rid of them for good. The rehearsal for the award ceremony took longer than expected and Taehyung was yet to return home after the dinner with Dr. Moon.

I wore one of Taehyung's huge hoodies and kept inhaling the smell from his clothes like a perverted creep and losing myself in the addictive scent when my phone vibrated on the bedside table. Assuming it could be my husband, I grabbed the phone eagerly. But the call was from an unknown number, and I usually never picked any calls, let alone calls from unknown numbers, since my phone's ringer would almost always be on mute. Yet, tonight, I decided to answer the call.

"Hello?" I answered casually.

"Long time, Amanda Kimberly." Said the man at the other end, and it took me no more than five seconds to realize that the voice belonged to the one person I never wanted to meet or talk to again in this lifetime.

I bolted up in bed; my eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.

"Is that you, Namjoon?"

"Ahhh... so good to hear my name coming from that pretty mouth of yours." He laughed wickedly.

I remained silent, contemplating whether to end the call or listen to whatever he was about to blabber.

"So... Dr. Kim isn't back yet, right? Why don't you open the door and let me in?" He asked, and my eyes widened in shock.

Did that fucktard just show up at my door when my husband isn't at home?

"I'm sure you're high on drugs." I replied calmly although I was internally panicking if he had once again done something to Taehyung.

"I bet you ran to the front door right now, didn't you?" Namjoon laughed, and my nerves burned with anger.

"Keep dreaming" I spat and was about to end the call when he spoke again.

"Taehyung isn't who you think he is. Do you think he's with you only? I bet you think so..." he spoke in a malicious tone, and I knew far better than to fall for his slippery, sly tricks.

"Namjoon, you should know better than to try these things with me. Taehyung and I know everything about each other right from important stuff like our email passwords to trivial stuff like his favorite brand of razors to more accurate stuff like the number of moles we each have on our bodies with such precision that we could point it out on each other's bodies even with our eyes closed. We've been together for 9 whole years, and it's not a joke. I don't need your testimonials on his character." I flexed our relationship in one stretch, and my chest heaved in anger and pride.

"Tsk tsk…" he sniggered. "Thank you for this TMI, Amanda. I guess you know by now that I would take over your pathetic hospital as the next new chairman. I'm eagerly looking forward to it." Namjoon said with sarcasm reeking in his tone, and I remained quiet, trying to formulate an equally sarcastic comeback.

He spoke before I could say anything.

"But I could always be a gentleman to you, Amanda. Taehyung has always been that third wheel we never needed."

I fumed at his senseless comment.

"Shut the fuck up, Namjoon. I don't care whatever the hell you are to the hospital. But to me, you will always remain as the useless, shameless pussy who never confronts like a man. One who runs away from the mess he made. You can never be even a light year closer to Taehyung. Not in this lifetime, not ever. Oh… And did you say third wheel? Well, I wonder why your super hot fiancée-to-be wants to seduce that unwanted third wheel?" I laughed gingerly, and he remained dead silent. "You better stop talking shit about Taehyung and go find better things to do." I ended the call abruptly and blocked his contact number at once.

He tries to ruin my family life? Then I will ruin his family life even before it comes into existence.

I lay back in bed, angrily fidgeting with the hem of the comforter and thinking of all the amazing sarcastic things I should've told him. Just then, I heard the front gates creaking open.

I got out of bed and sprinted to the front door—throwing it open, and the moment I saw Taehyung safely driving his car into the garage, my heart and mind calmed down. Stepping out barefoot onto the cobbled path outside, I walked up to the front gates and closed them before walking back to the front door and throwing myself into my husband's open arms. I snuggled up to his chest and listened to the calm beats of his heart, and instantly my mind attained a state of peace and relaxation.

I didn't have to tell him that I wasn't feeling great a while ago.

"Rooftop?" He asked as he softly stroked my shoulder and back, and I hummed in approval.

We spread out our bedding on the rooftop and lay down beside each other, and Taehyung took my hand in his. He was gently stroking and making soft circles with his thumb on the back of my hand. I turned to lie down facing him, and he turned, too.

Gliding my hand along his cheek, I softly brushed aside some hair strands from his forehead.

"Taehyung, I love you a lot. You know that I mean so much more than just those three words, right?"

Taehyung nodded and smiled comfortingly.

"I do. I know that it means a lot more. I love you a lot, Amanda." He got up and kissed my forehead before lying back down. "Did something happen?" His gaze had already ripped through my soul for answers, and the next moment I began narrating the call with Namjoon.

"I'm worried, honey. I'm really worried and scared..." I confessed to him and curled up to the warmth of his firm chest.

Wrapping his arms around me and snuggling me closer to his body, my husband spoke calmly, "Let's face him, Mandy. I know he's more powerful than all of us put together, but I will never run away and hide. I never did anything wrong, and I know that I have you by my side. I will face him. We will face him." He lifted my chin up, and I met his sharp eyes that sparkled in the moonlight—the eyes that held my entire world in them.

"Okay?" He asked and showed me his pinky finger.

I linked mine with him and smiled. "Okay."

I was extremely paranoid about everything ever since Namjoon showed back up again, and I was only hoping that everything went well until at least the award ceremony ended. We would, of course, have to face the demon himself at work, but right now I only hoped he wouldn't make a mess at the ceremony which meant a lot to Taehyung's career.

Happy happy birthday to the sweetest, the most irresistible, one of the sexiest men on the planet, and the one and only PARK JIMIN
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Our boy just confessed, but his timing!!
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Published on : 10/13/2021