Chapter twenty-two:
"Lingering on"

Luna POV

"Luna," an angel's voice said softly. "Baby...wake up."

I smiled, nuzzling the left side of my face into the warmth. The intoxicating smell of mints and cigarettes and 'Man' cologne... it filled every single one of my senses delightfully.

"Come on, pretty girl," he chuckled, swiping some hair off my face. "Time to wake up."

I shook my head, throwing my arms around him carelessly. I listened as rain powered down heavily on top of the roof of the car, movement shuffled around me, horns honked... Then a door opened... followed slowly by another door... I took a deep breath, longing for my warmth again.

Eventually, arms were around me once more. I was in and out of consciousness throughout the night, and easily falling back into my somber. My mind told me that I was still in my dream of Taehyung and me around a waterfall, but my body told me I was out of the car now. Rain was lightly hitting the top of my hand, but nowhere else. Or was that from the waterfall? Something was covering me, regardless. Shielding most of my body from the wetness.

"Good evening, Mr. Kim!" a man shouted.

"Good evening, Tommy. There's five bags in the trunk, two behind the seat, and a duffle bag in the passenger seat. Also that binder. I'd offer to help, but I have to get my fiancée inside before she catches pneumonia."

"Fiancée?! Well, don't you worry about that, Sir. We'll get this taken care of for you. We'll also send up for some fresh warm towels, and heated robes."

"Thank you, Tommy. Here's an extra tip for your troubles."

"No troubles, Sir. Get dry."

"You as well, Tommy. I don't want you getting sick on my account! Thanks again!"

My dream of the waterfall crashed over me, and then I heard Taehyung in the present... then the dream... then Taehyung again... I could hear movement around me, and felt cold air hit me fast. We were inside something. Was it the water from the falls? Or is this my present?

I sighed, pushing myself into his chest.

Taehyung in my dream... Taehyung in the present... Either way, I was content.

"Good evening, Mr. Kim."

"Hey Addy."

"Back early?"

"Yes ma'am. Jennie should be here the day after tomorrow, on schedule. Any messages?"

"Yes sir, here they are... Is she okay?"

"Yes, she's exhausted. It's been a long trip."

I could feel him tossing me higher in his arms, holding me more tightly. Images flashed of him carrying me inside the waterfall, and I smiled. I had no idea where I was.

"I can imagine, Sir. Would you like us to send up some dinner for... you and your guest, this evening?"

"My fiancée, Luna," he quickly but soothingly corrected her. "Send up some menus with the robes, please, Addy."

"Will do, Sir. Anything else?"

"Oh, and no guests, please. I stress this heavily. No calls, no guests, and make sure if Jennie shows early for some reason, that you buzz me first."

"You've got it, Mr. Kim."

"Thanks, Addy."

"Anytime," she giggled.

I nuzzled deeper into his jacket, as dings of a doorbell type surrounded me. It was silent, but the warmth of Taehyung's hands, as he massaged the back of my neck and held me with the other one... it was comforting. The dinging went off again, and we were moving. Traveling.

Somewhere. Anywhere.

I didn't care.

I had no worries at all.

"Hey Spendor!" Taehyung joyously whispered. "How you doing, boy? Did Tommy take good care of you?"

I could hear whimpering, slightly, in the furthest of my mind, and then it faded away as quickly as it came. I listened to Taehyung's voice echoing... from the waterfall, with his laughter as he swung me around, to his hushing and comforting tone, here. It felt like Heaven, and I didn't even have to open my eyes to be in it.

"Spendor, off the couch," Taehyung hissed through a whisper as he moved us around. "You know better. Jennie will have your ass. I know you're excited to see me. Where's your sister, huh? Where's Cora?"

More whimpering. Taehyung placed me gently on something, presumably a couch. My mind was slowly leaving the dream, and it made me sad. More hair was moved from my face, and the garment shielding me from the rain was removed.

"Luna," he whispered. "Wake up."

I smiled, stretching out my arms.

A hand touched my face, fingertips caressing beneath my cheek, "Open those caramel eyes so I can see you."

Slowly, my lashes fluttered open, and I blinked. There he was, my personal, God-like creature. His hair, still spiky, was wet. He was wearing a black button-down shirt, sleeves rolled toward the elbows. Dark jeans, dark shoes.

Seeing him forced my grin to widen enormously. "Hey," I said, my voice barely over a whisper.

I must have been sleeping a long time.

"There you are," he whispered. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine," I smiled. "You?"

"Good. It's raining outside. Pretty profusely."

I reached up, running my fingers through his copper, damp hair, "I can see that."

He smirked, pressing his face into my open palm.

I stroked my thumb beneath his eyes and down, across his bottom lip. He was so beautiful. There was no other way to describe him. Handsome, gorgeous, dazzling, charming, exquisite... All those things applied... but beautiful was most accredited when it came to Taehyung.

I turned my head to the left, and furrowed my brows. There were windows stretching from the ceiling to the hardwood floor. The sky would flash tints of yellow and blue, and the night was lit up from beautiful, tall buildings in every inch of the glass.

Sitting up, I suddenly felt nervous, "Are we... in Seattle?"

"Yes."

"Wow... I must have been sleeping a long time."

"You did. It's good for you, though. Being at the hospital probably wore you out."

"You must be exhausted," I replied, grabbing his hand. Poor guy. I made him drive the entire trip. "I'm so sorry."

"I'm fine," he grinned.

After Taehyung and I left the cabin, he made me go to the hospital for a check-up. He wanted to make sure the hit to my diaphragm didn't do any damage, which it didn't. I never told him about his dad. Taehyung and I hit the road after that two hour visit, and he'd been driving all night, day, and night again.

I felt bad for that. I slept through three-fourths of the trip.

I turned back toward the breathtaking view in front of me, "Why... did you get a place for us to stay? We could have gone to my house... or your apartment. I doubt that anyone would have fou-"

"This is my home."

"Huh?"

"My place, my apartment," he replied. "You're in it."

I quickly found my feet and stood up, backing away from him, "What?"

"What?" he asked, standing up with me. "Are you okay?"

I shook my head, walking past window after window after window of blue-lit, night sky, rain coming down... "This is your place?"

"Yes it is," he humored me.

"B-But you said you lived in an apartment."

"This is, sort of. I pay rent."

"Taehyung, this is not an apartment," I chuckled, throwing my hands in the air. "An apartment does not go... however many stories high we are."

"This is the thirty-second floor." He chuckled calmly, looking quite amused by my shock. I watched as he stuck his hands in his pockets, leaning back on his heels, "Well, it's home to me and Jennie."

I coughed, covered my mouth, and traveled around the living room. I had never seen anything like this before. It was perfectly matched and designed... Some dark pieces, such as the couch, coffee tables, television... Some light pieces, such as the lampshades and pillows... dimly lit, red accents, designer rugs, more and more and more windows and stunning dark, blue views... Expensive dining room table... Chandeliers. I gasped when I entered the kitchen. It was huge, with bar stools on one side of the island, cherry oak gloss cabinetry, crystal and blue backsplashes, matching appliances, hardwood floors...

Taehyung was silent, following me around, looking amused still.

Now, I was extremely nervous. I chewed on my thumbnail, turning to face him. I refused to explore anything else, like bathrooms... or his bedroom.

"We, uh," I stammered, making sure there was a safe distance between us, "we have very different lives."

"How's that?"

"Look at this place!" I replied, spinning around, arms out, palms up. "This is... my God, is that...? I can see the Space Needle building."

"Yes," he chuckled.

"Taehyung, my house could fit inside of your... house."

He scratched his head, shrugging, "It doesn't matter."

"It does matter. We're on opposite sides of the spectrum!" My heart was beating rapidly, while more butterflies entered my beneath my ribs, "...This is like high school all over again."

"This is nothing like high school."

"Yes it is," I whispered. "Away from the cabin, no more vacation, back into reality... Things hit my face that show just how much better you are than me."

"Luna!" he exclaimed, looking somewhat angry, which caused me to frown. "Stop saying that. Jesus. None of this shit matters, but you and I."

"And your mansion compared to my shack. I feel like we've played two games of MASH, and I lost."

"This is an apartment. And I saw the outside of your house... Well, what I remember of it. I wasn't really paying attention. But you live in a beautiful home, not a... shack."

"This is a skyscraper," I argued, laughing sarcastically. "Don't you see this?"

He shrugged, frowning more, "So, what? ...Do you want to not marry me because I live up here and you live somewhere else? Because we're different?"

"No," I exhaled, slouching down as I strolled over to him. "Don't be stupid. It's just... your place overwhelms me. Your life overwhelms me. I should have noticed when you had the Porsche Carerra."

Taehyung pulled me into him, intertwining his fingers behind my back, "I still have my old car."

"I know."

"I'm still Taehyung."

"I know. ...That makes me happy."

"It better," he chuckled. "But... I mean, yeah, I like nice things. But... none of this stuff matters. It doesn't make me happy. You do. My life, the thoughts I had on the way here, about where my life would turn now that you're back in it... those ideas make me happy."

I inhaled his scent, trying to relax.

Being back here, in real life... no more vacation... no more protective, knowing, shelter... It made me nervous.

I felt like we were on a first date.

"Are you cold?" he asked, rubbing my arms. "I can turn down the air."

"I'm fine," I shook my head. "Just nervous."

"Why are you nerv-"

Ding!

He sighed, pulling away from me, "That must be Tommy. Stay here." I watched as he ran out of the room, and then gasped, when I saw the most adorable, spunky, tiny dog run and slide across the hardwood floor toward me. His tongue was hanging out. He was fluffy, with white legs and neck, gray and black toward the back, tints of copper on the tip of his head and tail. His eyes had black around them, and he had the cutest black nose. He was such a fluffball!

I squealed, squatting down. He panted, losing control and sliding to me. He looked so adorable and feisty and mischievous!

"Hey boy!" I giggled, scooping the soft, fluffy creature in my arms, "How are you?"

He panted, licking all over my face. He knocked me over, jumping and lapping at my face. I giggled, falling back on the ground as he continued his friendly, welcoming assault.

"Say hi," Taehyung laughed as he jogged back over, quickly laying white towels and robes on a chair. He bent forward, picking him off of my chest. The dog quickly began to lick on Taehyung's neck. "Luna, this is Spendor. He's a full-blooded, Miniature Siberian husky. He's three months old. I just got him before this trip."

"He's a miniature?! I didn't know they existed!"

"They do. Sometimes they're confused with Alaskan Miniature Husky, or an Alaskan Klee Kai. But they do exist, as he does."

"How much will he weigh when he's full grown?"

"Probably about 30-35 pounds."

"Wow. He's so cute!" I squealed, standing up to pet him. "He reminds me of that dog, 'Bolt'. I love him so much!"

Spendor took turns licking from Taehyung's neck to my cheek, causing us both to laugh.

"He loves you too."

"Oh my goodness, you're adorable!" I cooed, stealing him from Taehyung's arms. "Come here."

Taehyung laughed, tossing his arm around me and Spendor, "I have another dog. Would you like to see her?"

"Yes, I would."

"She's most likely around my bed. She sleeps there when I'm not home... Waits for me."

"Aww, I'm jealous," I teased, nudging his arm.

He reached beside me, swinging open a large, black door. Taehyung's room looked something out of a magazine. Dark chandelier above his dramatic black covers and red pillows, one side had the full window to ground length windows with the breathtaking view of the city, while the other side had a couch and two chairs surrounding a coffee table, and more windows. Taehyung's room was positioned on the corner of the building, so he had the most windows of any room. He had a full wrap-around balcony, and a leather chase with a green pillow beside it.

"You can tell you were a bachelor," I chuckled, looking at all the dark furniture and leather.

He smirked, snapping his fingers.

Instantly, a white head popped from the opposite side of the bed. She got excited as soon as she saw her Daddy, and scrambled up on top of the bed, and off the other end, toward us. She was gorgeous! All white, head to toe, with some light tan color. Fluffy, with folded ears, big dark eyes, bushy tail.

She jumped and yelped at Taehyung's legs, until he reached down for her and picked her up, groaning, "Luna, this is Cora."

"Hi baby!" I said, petting her soft fur. "She's beautiful!"

"She's a four month old, Alaskan Malamute."

"You love Alaskan dogs, huh?"

"They're the best when you live close to Canada. Cold weather, and all."

"Yeah," I smiled, as she and Spendor fought for ownership on my face. "They're beautiful, where did you get them?"

"It took me two months to find Spendor. He's rare, so I actually had my mother put in a call to her friend, who breeds them. He kept him for me. And Miss Cora was adopted. The previous owners put an ad in the paper, saying that if no one could take care of her, she was going to the ...you know where... and I wasn't having that. She's amazingly well-trained. Very smart. While Spendor is... ornery."

"They're amazing. They love you very much."

He smiled, sitting her and Spendor down. "They're good dogs."

"Well... that means they have a good daddy."

Instantly, his hand went to my stomach, and he curled his fingers beneath the waistband of my jeans, brushing his knuckles along my skin lightly.

I bit my lip.

"We're gonna be okay," he whispered, watching his hand breeze across my stomach.

I gripped his biceps, and took a deep breath, before I lost it all when I looked back up at him.

"I know we are," I replied reassuringly.

-

Jimin POV

Groaning, I rolled over, tossing my arm back over Yoona's body. I had taken a nap on the couch, and somewhere between, she must have climbed up here with me. Not that I minded. She used to do that shit all the time back in Seattle when I came over.

"What time is it?" I asked, stretching out my arms.

"Shhh. It's ten-ish, I think. Please don't wake her up."

I looked over Yoona's shoulder, to find Luna's mother curled up on the rocking chair. Her neck was bent all funny, and the cover she was curling up with was hanging more than half-way off her body. She and Ron got into a blowout exactly two minutes after Yoona made her dramatic show about going upstairs and discovering her sister and Taehyung ran away.

Of course, everyone flipped out, but Luna's mom took it the worst. She started slapping her husband on the chest, blaming him for everything. She said Taehyung's parents and herself all were involved because of Ron's inability to accept Taehyung in Luna's life, or vice versa. She blamed him for losing Luna in hers. I guessed she didn't think Luna would actually leave. She must not have known Luna like she thought she did. Luna doesn't choose anyone over Taehyung.

Ron took off that same night, and hasn't come back or called. Taehyung's dad went out to find him, but came back a few hours later, empty handed.

"Ron never showed back up?"

She shook her head, frowning. "I tried calling Dad numerous times. He's not picking up. Fucking stubborn ass."

I nodded, burying my face into the white fabric covering her soft shoulder. Then my fucking phone started buzzing down the middle of the coffee table.

"Shit," I groaned, reaching over her and grabbing it.

"Do they ever stop calling you?" she huffed, changing the channel on the television.

"Fuck no," I scoffed. It was my co-worker and buddy, Paul. Giving me the update on the stocks.

I told him to schedule a meeting for me at nine-am on Wednesday, and not to call me again unless he was on fire. He didn't find it as humorous as Yoona did, needless to say.

Tossing the phone on the table, I buried my face into the back of her blonde head. She smelled so delicious. I pondered all last night and today, trying to figure out whether or not I should let her know how I felt. She seemed so oblivious to my feelings. It pissed me off, because, why the fuck couldn't she just make it easy on me?

Oh, right. Because she was Yoona and I was Jimin and nothing was ever easy when it came to us. We were the second 'Luna and Taehyung', when it came to fucking relationships.

I lifted my head, looking around the cabin. Jennie and Taehyung's mom were in the kitchen, washing dishes. Jungkook and Taehyung's dad were playing pool. Yoongi was reading a book that he looked quite interested in. We were on strict orders from all the parents that, if Taehyung and Luna called or texted, we must tell them. Like we'd ever actually do that, but it's funny to watch their heads snap toward us when the phone rang.

Yoona elbowed me in the ribs, silently asking me to stop squishing her into the couch.

I apologized and laid back behind her, pushing one arm beneath her and my other arm around her, pulling her into me. I could feel her moving around, as she nestled into my warmth. Normally, I'd be aroused and trying to hide my reaction to her. But tonight, surprisingly, I wasn't. I was more than happy just enjoying her company.

She and Jungkook talked every once in a while, and even cooked dinner together earlier. Steak, of course. Taehyung and Luna missed a good meal, to say the least. But that was the most interaction they had, except for when arguing about whether to watch football or a movie earlier. Jungkook spent most of the night last night catching up on sleep, and most of the day today hanging out with Taehyung's dad. It amazed me, how much he changes his mood. He can go from being a professional doctor telling me about seizures, to an overprotective father when it comes to Taehyung and his choices, to a fun, cool, dude when it comes to hanging out with the guys. Watching him laugh slightly and drink beer with Jungkook was quite funny. He seemed like such a kid, though he was wearing a fancy sweater and slacks. He didn't seem as worried about Taehyung as his mother did. His reason to Jungkook earlier was, "This isn't the first time Tar has avoided things by taking off. He'll come around."

Yoona turned slightly, looking up at me as she lay on her back, "Jimin?"

"Yeah?"

"How would you rate our friendship?"

"Huh?" I laughed.

"One through ten?"

"Point zero, zero, zero."

She frowned.

I sighed, shaking my head, "What do you want me to do?"

"Make me a glass of iced tea?"

I pondered on that, sucking in my lip, "Okay, and what do I get out of this?"

She fought back a smile, obviously joining me in the gutter, "What do you want?"

I grinned, "A... kiss?"

She quickly shook her head.

"Okay," I replied, lying back behind her, "get your own glass."

"Jimin!" she pouted, turning around all the way to face me, throwing her leg and the covers over my body, "Please."

I puckered my lips to her.

"No!" she hissed, punching me in the chest.

I shrugged, and closed my eyes, "Careful, I'm fragile now. Don't want to put me back in the hospital."

"Please!" she cried, tossing her feet against mine pouting, "I don't want to go in there with Taehyung's mom. She kept asking me about Luna and I don't want to be in the kitchen for an hour."

"Hush woman, you're gonna wake up your step-mother," I teased, keeping my eyes closed.

It was silent for a while. Then she scooted closer. "I don't want to kiss you," she gritted silently though her teeth.

"Why not?"

"Because we're friends, and Jungkook is right in the other room."

"He's your ex."

"That's not fair."

"Sorry blondie, my offer sticks."

"Please," she continued to beg, getting even closer to me. "Please, Jiminie? I love you."

"Not happening, and don't use love for bribery."

"You look very handsome," she said, stroking me through my hair.

"Compliments are wonderful, but not going to help your situation."

"Dammit, Park!" she hissed. "You're such a... jerk."

"Thank you." I still didn't open my eyes. I felt her hand massage my bicep, and grinned. She was so trying to play me. Fucking beautiful woman. "women," I whispered, pushing her away from me playfully, "stay away from me. Lady, mama let me be. Don't come kn-"

"Quit it!" she laughed, as I began to tickle her ribs. She started kicking, laughing even louder.

I noticed Taehyung's dad and Jungkook turn their heads in our direction, but I didn't stop, just covered Yoona's mouth from her contagious loud laughter, "Shh, you're gonna wake her up!" I gripped her wrists when she tried to swing at me, and continued my assault.

After awhile, she caved in. "Okay!" she mumbled beneath my palm.

"Okay, what?"

She huffed, slapping my hand away, "Fine. One kiss. Make it quick."

I shook my head, "No dice."

"Ugh! Bu-"

"No dice unless you want to do it."

She glared at me, pursing her lips. Then she turned and cocked her head, looking behind us toward the two playing pool. She was worried Jungkook would see us.

I rolled my eyes, laying the side of my face on top of my extended arm beneath me.

She turned toward me, curling her arms between us, "I'm afraid it'll hurt Jungkook's feelings," she whispered. "Even if... you know... we're not together, that's kind of rude."

"People do it all the time when they break up. They move on. Luna and Taehyung had no problems fucking macking in front of Yoongi and Yeri."

"I know," she frowned, plucking her nails against my white t-shirt.

I licked my lips, pressing her hips into me. "Let me ask you something," I whispered. "If Jungkook wasn't here and didn't know... would you kiss me?"

She thought about it for a second, taking a deep swallow. Then she met my eyes, and nodded slightly.

Instantly, the stupid girly butterflies hit my stomach. "And... what if Jungkook suddenly left the room?" I asked, looking over her shoulder.

She shrugged, whispering, "I guess it'd be okay."

"Guess what."

She looked at me, confused.

I smiled, "Jungkook just walked into the bathroom."

She twisted her head around as fast as lightning, and saw he wasn't there. Then she twisted around, "Fine, hurry up."

"With tongue."

"Okay, okay, hurry," she said, motioning me with her hands.

I smirked, pulling her face to me. My thumbs caressed her cheeks, and she parted her mouth, giving my tongue much desired allowance. I swept it in delicately, massaging the top of her tongue with mine lazily. Her fingers found my hair, tugging it tight as she inhaled me. Her soft little hum caused my body to react. I couldn't help it. I pushed her tiny body as far into me as possible, then slid my right hand behind her neck, to help support her head. She tasted so good, so sweet against my mouth. It amazed me, with as many women that I've kissed... no one's lips matched mine like hers did. I pulled back to give her some oxygen, but she shook her head, pushing me back into her. I laughed, and felt her tongue push back into my mouth. After a few seconds, I began to suck on her bottom lip, and she pushed into me more.

We heard the bathroom door open, and she quickly pushed herself away from me. Reluctantly, I released her, because I didn't want to put any pressure or guilt on her. Her eyes had darkened into a beautiful shade of lust, and her pink lips were swollen slightly. I gave her my best soft smile, licking her taste off my lips. I felt like we were making out on her parent's house in high school, and her dad just walked in the room. We knew a secret. We held that secret.

She smirked, closing her eyes and shaking her head, "Go get my tea."

Rolling my eyes in my head and groaning, I pushed myself over her and off the couch. I quickly readjusted Luna's mom's neck to where it didn't look broken in the damn chair, and dragged my feet all the way into the kitchen.

"Hey Jimin," Taehyung's mom smiled slightly, drying off a glass with a towel.

"Sup," I replied, pulling the pitcher of tea from the fridge.

"I saw that," she whispered with a smirk that looked slightly like Taehyung's, as she nodded her head toward the couch.

I grinned at her, pouring Yoona the glass. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," she said, leaning her elbows against the counter. "You two make a beautiful couple."

"Thanks," I replied, putting the pitcher back, and pulling a few lemons out of a plastic bowl.

"How long have you two been together?"

I shrugged, cutting the lemon slices down the middle and sticking them on the rim of the glass, "We're not, really. I mean, maybe one day."

"You two have a lot of passion," she said with a tender smile. "It'd be a firecracker relationship, I think. Very loving, passionate, fire..." She seemed like a very nice woman. Perhaps, a little lonely, or maybe just a knowing woman. An old soul? Regardless, I liked Taehyung's mom. She reminded me of those TV-moms you see on television. Always beautiful, always cooking something or cleaning something. Warm smile on her face.

"When it happens," I said, grabbing Yoona's glass, "I'll let you know."

"It'll happen," she replied.

I gave her a nod, before re-entering the living room and sitting the glass on the coffee table, "Your majesty."

"Thanks!" she said, stealing it away.

I turned behind me, looking at the ridiculous image of a distraught mother with an extremely sore neck.

"What are you doing?" Yoona asked me, as I picked up Luna's mom from the chair.

"Shh," I whispered. "I'm gonna put her to bed. No sense in her being out here with the loud television and bright lights."

"I'll help you," she said, jumping off the couch.

Yoona followed me down the narrow hall, down the steps, and into their bedroom. She tucked down the covers, and I gently laid her stepmother on the bed, turning her head so she didn't make her neck any worse. Yoona watched as I covered her up, and turned on the ceiling fan.

She had a smile on her face.

I rolled my eyes at her, and adjusted the pillow for her. Then we turned out the lights, and closed the door behind us.

"You know," she said, nudging me in my arm as we headed back, "you're really sweet when you're not in 'Park is Back' mode."

"Don't knock my slogan," I replied.

"I'm just sayin'," she giggled. "You're a good guy, Jimin."

I stretched my arms up in the air, not failing to notice her eyes trail to my now exposed stomach, "Yeah, well, don't tell anyone. I'd hate to ruin my reputation."

She shook her head, smiling, "You're a trip, dude."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"Please do."

-

Taehyung POV

Luna took a long, hot shower in my bathroom while I took the dogs for their walk.

It was raining, so of course, Cora was frightened, while Spendor tried to take off in it. He was a water hound. Cora always hated being out in storms. I reckoned it had to do something with her previous owners, the stupid dicks. I could never understand how people treated animals unfairly, but was thankful she was with me now.

Once I was back inside, and the dogs were running around the place, I found Luna soaking wet, wrapped up in a small, white towel.

She had music playing on my surround sound. Luna was in every thought I had in my mind.

Her hair was dripping water down her shoulder. She looked fucking... dear God.

I smiled, walking over to her, saying huskily, "Don't you look beautiful..." as I pulled her into me.

She blushed, looking down to the ground, "Stop it."

"Stop what?" I asked, licking the water from her shoulder slowly, all the way up her neck.

She squeezed my arms, resting her face in my shoulder, "You know what."

"Mmm," I hummed, trailing my hands down the towel, and up, under it. I squeezed her bare behind in my palms a few times, "You smell so good. Strawberries and Peaches."

"Stopppp," she said, her fingers gripping my shirt.

"What am I stopping?" I teased again, caressing the back of her thighs as far down as I could reach.

"Taehyung," she sighed, her fingers almost ripping through my shirt, "I thought you said that we were going to go out to eat."

"We are," I mused, sucking the bottom of her earlobe between my lips.

She attempted to clear her throat as I pushed her into my hips.

I released her ear, and began to nibble and bite on the sensitive skin beneath it, "You taste incredible."

She shivered, not trusting her hands to roam around on me, "A-aren't you hungry?"

"Yes."

"Don't you want to eat then?"

I smirked and closed my eyes, licking her skin, "Of course, dear."

"Well, if you release me... I can get ready... and we can go."

"Or," I whispered, tilting her head back. I licked underneath her chin, around her neck, to the other side, "I can eat here, first, and then we can go eat afterward..."

"What do you..." she stopped talking, and gasped, burying her face in my chest, "Taehyung, you did not just go there."

I laughed, nodding into the crook of her neck, "I did."

"You're making me blush," she giggled.

I gripped her ass tightly and pulled her against me, off the ground, and up my body.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, and her hands behind my neck. Then she extended her arms, arching her back so she could look at me, "You are being very bad right now."

I grinned at her, pushing a few canisters back from the top of my kitchen isle. Then I lifted her up in the air, placing her bare ass on top of it. Mmmm. She did NOT want to know the delicious thoughts that ran through my mind at that very second.

"What are you," she looked around all the windows in my place, "Taehyung, no."

"Yes," I said, untucking the towel from her breasts. She tried to grab it from my fingers, but I wasn't allowing it. I pulled it from her completely, and tossed it behind me. Cora ran and grabbed it, before taking off out of the room. "Uh oh, you're in trouble now," I chuckled, "Cora loves towels. You won't be getting that back."

"Taehyung," she gasped, pulling me to her as a shield, "I am not going to be naked in front of all these windows!"

"There are windows everywhere. There's no escaping them."

"THAT'S MY POINT!"

"Luna," I chuckled, enjoying the sound of her ass sliding toward me on the granite countertop, "please relax."

She bit her lip, shaking her head. She seemed nervous as fuck. There would be none of that in my house. Especially when she looked this damn sexy.

I ran my hand up her back, and massaged behind her neck, "Luna."

"Hmm?" she shivered.

"I'm going to lay you back now."

"Mmm, no," she whispered, rolling her eyes in the back of her head when I hit a secret hot spot between her neck and spine.

I spread her legs, and stepped between them. Then I began to massage her inner thigh with my left hand. I knew she wanted me to do it; her body was reacting just as quickly as mine was. But those damn nerves... I trailed my index finger around her belly button, then down, between her legs, to her sweetest spot. Tapped it teasingly.

"T-Taehyung," she trembled, keeping her eyes closed, "we can't do this here."

"We can do this anywhere we want," I whispered, kissing along her collar bone.

"Mmmm, but people could be watching..."

"Most likely," I said into her skin.

"I can't..." she gasped, clawing at my shoulders.

"Your body is saying differently," I said, stroking her extremely slick, delicate folds with my index finger. "Very differently."

"Stop teasing me and it wouldn't be," she hissed at me.

I looked up at her, and she gasped when I did. I'm sure my eyes were dark and lusted, and my pupils dilated. That's what she did to me. Turned me on with the drop of a hat. I licked my lips, and then bit my bottom one, grinning at her. "I'll make you a deal."

"W-What?" she panted, as I teased her entrance.

"I'll bet... that I can make you come in under a minute and a half. If I can't do it, then we'll stop, and continue this later."

"Tae-"

"And," I continued, as my fingers sought around her lower body, "if I can do it in under a minute... perhaps around thirty seconds, and you come really hard, then you never argue with me about windows again."

She shuddered, her face flushed in a beautiful, dark pink blush, "and... if you can't?"

"Don't you worry about that, beautiful," I whispered. "I know I'll be able to do it."

She swallowed, closing her eyes, "And how are you so sure?"

I licked my lips, pulling her face closer to mine so I could speak against her mouth, "Because it's what I'm good at."

She hesitated, but didn't argue when my hand found her collar bone. I pushed her back, against the cold top. I slid her all the way to the edge of it, and began to massage her hips, with more of my secret hot spots. Especially the ones an inch of each side of the hip bones. Those were the best. After that, I grabbed the remote on the second counter of the island, and put two minutes on the timer, before handing the remote to her.

She didn't open her eyes, seeming too bashful.

I grinned, placing her thumb over the red button, "Just press down when you want, and we'll start the bet."

She shook her head, blushing more as she covered her eyes with the back of her free arm, "I really hate you right now."

"No you don't," I smirked.

"Yes, I do."

"Well," I said, enjoying the goosebumps trail her skin while I blew on it, while I continued to massage those pressure points, "you won't hate me in two minutes... Press the button."

"Taehyung," she exhaled, as her body engulfed in trembles, "I don't know if I can do this. I want you to, God do I, but..."

"Shhh, my love," I whispered, kissing her inner thigh, "trust me, please."

"I do..." she stated.

"Then press the button."

She argued with herself internally for a moment, then re-covered her face, and pressed the button, before dropping the remote behind her head.

She was so sexy.

I smiled at that thought, and then lifted her up in my hands, for a better angle. The one thing I've learned about women is, it isn't the speed of my motions, but about details of her. If a leg or foot twitches, you've hit a spot. Paying attention to the different sounds she makes, or the way she tugs on my hair, or the way she trembles... those are all perfect hints.

She was incredibly wet already, so I took that at my advantage. Because she was so aroused, I could give her what I knew would work; a G-Spot, clitoral mixture orgasm...

I started with a wide tongue, opening her up gently and slowly. She tasted fucking fantastic on my tongue. Luna moaned, instantly arching her back to me. I drug my warm, wet tongue up the length of her, and pointed my tongue when I got to her bud, then circled around, and grazed down again. Repeatedly. While I was doing that. I inserted two fingers in, and they fit without complications. She was highly aroused, which made me smirk cockily against her skin. She was feeding my ego tonight. I curled my fingers up, and found that spot a few inches inside that drove her wild. I began to massage it quickly, stroke, after stroke, after stroke, applying more pressure each time.

Luna's shutter intensified when I started to increase my tempo. With my free hand, I held her onto the countertop, so she'd stop squirming as much. She threw her legs over my shoulders, which spurred me more. Her right hand was right above her breast, while her left hand clutched the skin on my arm aggressively. She moaned loudly, begging me to not stop. Like I would. Using my top lip, I managed to push the hood from her clit, and after a few more rolls of it around my tongue, I sucked it in gently between my lips. I worked both my suction and my tongue on it, while my fingers massaged her G.

"FUCK!" she gasped, arching her back so high in the air I thought she'd snap her spine.

She glanced down at me for a second, and our eyes connected, before she threw her head back. I caught a quick glance of the clock, and then continued. Anytime she began to gasp for air and try to move away, I held onto her tighter with my free hand. I made damn sure she didn't go anywhere.

I loved hearing her shout and moan my name, especially those girly, seductive moans, shouting, "Mmmm, Taehyung...don't stop," as she yanked and tugged my hair. She lifted her hips up for more friction, which I allowed, because I wanted to win.

Ten seconds after that thought, I did.

Luna's double orgasm hit strong and hard, and she came powerfully, shaking and rocking and gasping and moaning and everything else. I could feel her muscles clenching around my fingers, and I loved it. I held her down and continued, despite her struggles to get away from me after the orgasm washed over. I still had over a minute to go, and I was going to use my time up.

"Taehyung," she cried, tugging my hair, "I can't... y -you can't... ungh... wait!"

I removed my fingers, and replaced them with my tongue. One glance down at me, and she threw her head back, as another orgasm washed over her. This time, that muscle tightened against my tongue, and I fucking loved that feeling. They kept coming, just as she did. Over, and over, more intense and strained than the last.

I kissed along her like I'd kiss her mouth, licking and suckling, and humming vibrations. By the time the buzzer went off, Luna was so spent, she couldn't even grab the remote. I smiled, leaning over her. After muting the alarm, I kissed down her stomach, heading back toward my favorite spot.

"You can't," she panted, tugging hard on my hair, "it's too sensitive. Everything is."

"Everything?" I asked, caressing her hips.

"Mmm."

If she opened her eyes to see my fucking smug ass grin, she'd probably smack it off my face.

This entire building couldn't hold my ego at that moment.

"Mmmm," she moaned again, brushing her fingers through her still-damp hair. "You win. You win, you win, you win."

I smirked. Fucking brilliant.

I pulled her limp body off of my countertop, smiling wide at that sound of skin on granite. She threw her arms around my neck, and I walked around Spendor, who took it upon himself to take a nap in the middle of the kitchen floor.

"Where are we going?" she asked, clutching me tightly.

"Shower. I need one, and I thought you'd like to help me before we go."

"I'd love to," she said as I sat her down inside of it. She quickly helped me strip, throwing my clothes outside the glass door. Then she pulled me to her, attacking my mouth with her lips and tongue.

"Mmm, whoa," I chuckled, jerking her to me with my right hand as I turned on the water with my left.

"Can we do it before we go?" she whispered, almost bashfully, but so adorably.

"Do you want to?" I asked, as we got soaked from the spray.

She checked me out, her eyes trailing down my body. Then she looked up at me, and nodded.

I grinned, pulling her tightly to me, "Okay. Sounds good to me."

Luna twisted around, and bent over, placing her hands on top of the seat in my shower, before turning and looking back at me, "Can we do it like this?"

Seeing her body, glistening wet, in that position... I cleared my throat, coming up behind her, "Anyway you want to, love."

"Like this, please."

...Any other time, I'd be embarrassed to say that it didn't take me that long to get mine. But can you really blame me?

The sounds of our skin slapping against each other, and our moans and pants combined and echoing through the bathroom walls... Yeah. Enough said.

-

Jennie POV

I walked over, handing Jungkook and Taehyung's dad their fifth beer, then plopped down on Yoongi's lap. "Whatcha reading?"

He turned the page and curled his arm around me, but didn't lift his eyes from the book, "I am reading, 'Nathan Bedford Forrest: An Autobiography', by Jack Hurst."

"What's it about?" I asked, turning the book a bit so I could see the cover.

"It's about Nathan Bedford Forrest. He was the only soldier to rise from the rank of private to general during the U.S. Civil War."

"Interesting," I lied, rubbing the top of his head, "do you like it?"

"Pretty damn interesting indeed," he said, still not looking up at me.

I lifted my eyes to see Jungkook laughing, pointing and making fun of Taehyung's dad. That man had a huge laugh. Must be from all the muscles.

Yoongi huffed, readjusting me on his knee.

"Am I bothering you?" I asked.

He shook his head, "No, but you have a bony ass and it's digging right into my leg."

I giggled, pushing down harder on him, "How about there?"

"That's... gonna cost you later," he said, readjusting me once more. "Stay."

"Ugh, I'm not a dog."

"So?"

"So don't make commands at me."

"Fine. Jennie, my sweet, caring, beautiful girlfriend, will you please stay still, so I don't have to go to the hospital just to have your tailbone removed from my thigh?"

I sighed heavily, "I guess. But I have gossip. Can I tell you later?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to hear gossip. I'm a dude, J."

"But... guys gossip more than women."

"Can't you tell Yoona?" he chuckled, massaging my knee.

"No. She all ready knows."

"So go tell Jimin."

"He... partially, sort of, but not really knows..." I shrugged. "But I can't tell him because I can only tell you."

"Why's that, sweetheart?" he asked, turning the page.

"Because you're my boyfriend and if I told anyone else it'd be like, a breach, or something."

He smirked, shaking his head, "You are relentless, Jennie."

"That's what they say."

"Yo, Jennie!" Jungkook shouted.

Sighing, I lifted myself off of Yoongi's lap, and headed toward the pool table, "Yes?"

"Who's better at pool, Mr. Kim or me?"

"Mr. Kim," I smirked.

He glared at me, while Taehyung's dad rubbed my back. "That's my girl," he chimed. "You're the daughter I've always wanted."

I smiled up at him.

"FUCK NO, everyone knows I'm better," Jungkook scoffed. "She's just saying that because you're the adult and she wants to suck up." I threw blue chalk at him, while Taehyung's dad called him a sore loser.

As they got back into their game, I noticed Jimin in the pool room, smoking a cigarette. Pursing my lips, I went in there, and found him sprawled over a lounge chair.

"Hey Jimin," I said, sitting beside him. "Whatcha doing in here?"

"Enjoying the quiet," he replied, exhaling smoke.

I smiled at him, curling my legs up beneath me, "Sucks that I'm here then, huh? I'm never quiet."

He turned at me, and grinned, "At least you know who you are. Most women don't."

I bit my bottom lip, examining his wardrobe. Dark jeans, faded. Expensive. White plain t-shirt. Belt. Dark shoes, and his hair was fixed sexy, short, dark, like on New Year's. Sexy, fair complexion. "You have a lot of experience with women, dontcha Jimin." It wasn't a question.

He smirked, "Somewhat."

"Humor me. What's my best feature?"

He furrowed his brows, taking a deep drag as he looked me over, "Seriously?"

"Yeah."

"Physically or-"

"All."

He sighed, checking me out, "Physically... You have sexy lips. The bottom lip is fuller than the top. I like that. And in general... I like how outgoing you are. It's so much hotter than when a woman is all secretive and shy. Not that that is always bad, but... I like confidence."

"Do you want to know what I think is your best feature?"

He grinned, sipping on his beer, "Do tell."

"In general, your arrogance. It's hot, I'm not going to lie. And your voice. Plus you've got a kickass paying job. And the whole dark and brooding thing going for you. My favorite physical quality is... your mouth, probably. Your facial hair, with the whole 'stache, goatee thing... full lips... it's nice."

His grin grew wider, "Thanks."

I nodded, stealing his beer and taking a sip, "What's Luna's best physical quality?"

"Her boobs."

I giggled, "Really?"

"Yeah. They're perky. I bet Taehyung's got one beneath his chin right now."

I slapped him on his leg, and he stole his beer back from me. "What's Yeri's?"

"Her ass."

I lowered my brows, "Really? That's... she doesn't really have an ass..."

He turned slowly, and bit his lip, nodding.

From the look of his eyes, I got what he was saying, "Ew. Ewwwww Jimin! Really?! She let you put it i-"

"That's probably why Taehyung kept her around so much."

I gagged, shaking my head and waving my hands, "No more, ew, stop! I'm gonna get sick."

He laughed, shrugging nonchalantly.

"What about Lisa?"

He stared into the water, shrugging again, "She could ...suck a mean one."

I covered my heated face, closing my eyes, "You're very honest, aren't you?"

"Why not? What's the point in lying?"

I sighed, choosing not to answer that. "What about... Yoona's?"

I watched him swallow hard, and then light another cigarette.

He suddenly acted disinterested in continuing this conversation.

"Jimin? What's hers?"

He took a sip of his beer and another long drag, "Honestly... I like everything about Yoona. She's got the perfect body, perfect face, perfect... everything."

My heart began to pound as I listened to him talk about her. I didn't know why. Normally it only did that when I knew a secret, or when Yoongi was around, or when I saw Taehyung and Luna together. "What about Mr. Kim?"

"Taehyung's mom?"

"Yeah," I giggled.

He laughed, "Uh. I'm gonna have to say her... legs. Damn, sexy legs. Perfect calves."

"What about Luna's mom?"

"Dude, she's like my mother."

"So!"

He sighed, scratching his head, "I guess her eyes. Big eyes."

I nodded, stealing his beer back and drinking more of it.

"What's Yoongi, Taehyung, and Jungkook's best physical quality?"

I bit my lip, thinking, "Jungkook has dimples and broad shoulders. He can toss a woman around in the bedroom, and that's hot to fantasize about. Plus he's a teddy bear when you get to know him. Um... Taehyung's is... probably that hair, or his jaw. I think he has a sexy jaw. Nice lips too... Um, Yoongi's is... I mean, I love all of him, but most importantly, his..." My voice cut off as I giggled, "Can I say his tongue?"

Jimin laughed, throwing his head back, "Dear God, you did get corrupted in this cabin." I started to question him, but he answered before I could. "I heard about the whole oral sex thing. Congratulations."

I blushed, biting my lip hard, "It's nice."

He smirked, shaking his head, "Most women would agree with you. From what I've learned, getting eaten out is the best thing."

I shrugged, trying to act nonchalant, "Do you, uh, like to do that? ...To a woman?"

He turned at me, licking his lips, and looking cocky, "Do I like to eat pussy?"

I looked away, laughing and covering my face. "God, Jimin, you're freakin' vulgar."

He snapped his fingers in front of my face, laughing, "Jennie, look, I'm over here. Don't turn away."

I turned toward him, and peeked at him through my index and middle finger that was covering my face.

He smirked, leaning over and pulling my hands down, then looking me directly in the eye, "Yes. I love eating pussy."

My blush grew hotter. "That's... good."

He nodded, sipping his beer. "Do you like to suck dick?"

I couldn't stop laughing, I was so embarrassed, and I don't know why, because I'm not normally this bashful. "...Yeah..."

"Are you good at it?" He asked that like it was as simple as breathing.

My eyes bounced to his, and he was silent, patiently waiting on my response. He looked so laid back, so confident and cool. Like he didn't have a care in the world.

I nodded.

"How good?"

I bit my lip again, "Have had no complaints yet."

He grinned, holding his fist out to me. I pounded my knuckles against his, as he stole his beer back.

"Jimin, can I ask, like, a personal question?"

"Yeah."

"Uh... what's it like, for a guy, when he... does that... you know... gives head? Like, is it...? I don't know... what's it like to do that?"

He took a deep breath, shrugging, "Women are beautiful naked, and to truly respect a woman and show her what she's about sexually, the man should be more than willing. I mean, think about it. Men have entirely all the control during sex at that point. You have this woman, completely vulnerable and at your disposal... It's an amazing rush to know that any tiny bit of movement can drive her crazy when she's like that."

"Have you ever done it to a woman that wasn't... taken care of well?"

He about spit out his beer, coughing, "Fuck no. Thank fucking God."

"Just asking," I giggled.

"The women that I meet take care of themselves. I don't worry about that shit. I keep myself clean, she keeps herself clean, we fuck at some point, and sleep later. No big deal."

I laughed, shaking my head, "You seem to have women all figured out."

He sighed, leaning back in the lounge chair, "...all but one."

"Who's that?"

He didn't remove his eyes from the water, as he ran his finger around the rim of the bottle, whispering, "Someone who... thinks I'm invisible, I guess, unless it's at her convenience."

I twitched my lips, leaning back in my chair as things started to make sense about Jacob to me, "Hey, Jimin. Have you heard of the story of Alferd the ghost?"

He shook his head, looking... pretty damn miserable, suddenly.

"Well," I said, trying to keep up the high spirit, "Alferd was a ghost who thought he was invisible, that no one could see him. He tried to be recognized, but it never worked out. He did this for years and years, with no change. He about caved in all together. Then... one day, he saw this woman that was... like the world stopped, and she was everything, you know? And he would die again just to have her see him, because he knew deep inside that he was the one for her. He wished and wished and wished that he could be seen. Then he got angry. And he threw a tantrum, right in front of her. Just, launching things at her, screaming at the top of his lungs, I'm talking, profanities left and right. He was MAD! And one day, the girl had enough, turned around and said, 'HEY! I know you're there! But if you want me to see you in a good light, then dammit, present yourself in a good light! No one is fucking invisible to the eye. Only to the heart. If you want in my heart, then do something to get in there. Because I'm not handing out keys for free here!"

Jimin smirked, shaking his head. I watched him ponder over my story, and then shrug his shoulders. "Yeah well, did Alferd the ghost have competition the size of a whale, with... broader shoulders, perhaps? If so, what then?"

Just as I suspected, I grinned. He likes Yoona!

Clearing my throat, I answered, "If he had competition like that, but the female noticed him anyway... I'd say that Alferd was halfway there all ready. The rest would be... up to him."

He finished his beer, then stood up.

"Where are you going?"

"Out. I'm thinking about going to the tattoo shop here in town."

"How many tattoos do you have already?"

"Two."

"Show me."

He stood up, pulling up his shirt over his neck and dropping it off on the chair.

God damn. His body. Every freakin' ab defined and solo... eight pack... V dipping down... Firm pecks, with very faint chest hair in the middle... Muscles on his shoulders, biceps, forearms... The muscles on each side of the abs... His jeans on his hips... He was sexy, I had to admit. He reminded me of those guys that, in school, were shy and never got any action, but you knew had potential... then grew up looking like a damn sex symbol that could take over the world with that body.

No wonder he is so cocky.

Then he twisted, and I gasped. He had an amazing tattoo; all in black, stretching from shoulder blade to shoulder blade, in tribal-like fire flames, with a strong black wolf in front, standing tall in front of the flames, showing a side-profile. It was insane to look at. Very bold and beautiful. The kind you wanted to lick. What the fuck was Yoona thinking?! No offense to Jungkook, because I loved Jungkook like my brother... but come on. Jimin was hot. She has to see that he is!

"Those are amazing!"

He grinned, picking up his shirt, "Thanks. Drew them up myself."

"What are you gonna get tonight?"

"No ink."

"Then..."

He stuck out his tongue.

"A tongue ring?! That's HOT!"

He licked his lips and grinned, "I hope. We'll see."

"Can I come?"

His grin fell.

"Please Jimin?! Please, I swear I'll be quiet and all of that, I just want to go and watch!"

He didn't seem convinced.

"I could... see if Yoona wants to come," I suggested evilly. "You could be the man with two ladies on his arm. Yoongi's nose is stuck in a book anyway, he won't want to do anything with me until later."

He smirked, shaking his head, "Fine. If Yoona comes, you can go too."

"Yes!" I shouted, hugging him.

Then I ran inside the living room, finding Yoona sprawled out on the couch still.

She looked up at me, annoyed at my bright face. "What?"

"Get up; we're going in town with Jimin."

"Why?" she growled, pulling her covers back that I yanked off of her.

"Because, there's nothing to do here now that Taehyung and Luna are gone, because everyone's down, and we're all bored. Jimin's going into town, he wants us to come. I want to go. And I can't go unless you go."

"Why, does he want me to babysit you?"

"Please Yoona?" I begged, "He wants to get a tongue ring. I have to see this."

Her eyebrow lifted, and she got a grin on the side of her lips. We were both upstairs quickly.

I came down wearing a blue jean skirt and black tube top, tall leather boots, or in Taehyung's words 'hooker boots'. Ten minutes later, she was back down as well, wearing tight jeans with red boots, a white tubetop with a red belt around it. She looked good... Hmmm... Jimin changed his white t-shirt for a dark blue t-shirt, and a dark red, long designer jacket that had decor arts of red and dark blue on it - that only he could pull off and look good in it.

We said goodbye to everyone, and I couldn't help but notice Jungkook frown as we rushed off to Jimin's arms. I felt bad for not inviting him, but he seemed occupied with Mr. Kim, and plus, this was Jimin's night.

It was like a love version of the Bermuda Triangle.

Yoongi made Jimin swear that I'd be safe all night, or he'd 'rip off your motherfucking dick, chop it in pieces, and make you swallow it', because 'that girl is everything to me.'

He was definitely getting lucky tonight if I had anything to do with it.

-

Taehyung POV

By the time we were downstairs and in my car, we both had huge grins on our faces.

I told her we were going to my favorite upscale place, Canlis. It was a romantic, candlelit restaurant with a second story that mounted and overlooked the Lake Union. Very high class. Dress to the nines, not getting in unless you know someone...

Luna chose to wear a strapless, black mini-dress that had a black leather belt that went around high waist, with a gold buckle. I wore dark slacks, a black sweater over a collared white shirt, with a tan tie beneath the sweater that matched Luna's buckle. Her hair was left down and dried naturally, causing beautiful ripples to cascade it. My hair had a mind of its own, but she kept complimenting it, so I didn't do much to it.

We looked amazing together. With Luna being back on my arm, I honestly felt like I could conquer anything.

I made sure she knew that too.

Luna's fingers found mine on the gearshift, and she pushed them through. I smiled at her when we hit a red light, and she smiled back.

"You're so beautiful."

She blushed, blinking slowly.

I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

She giggled, biting her lip.

"What?" I grinned.

"It's green."

"Oh," I cleared my throat, putting my car in first. When we got to the restaurant, I opened the doors for her, and threw my jacket around her shoulders. Everyone needed an extended reservation in here, but being friends with Jungkook had its advantages, wherever I went. Because his family knew everyone important, so did he... which meant I did as well.

The hostess greeted me with a pleasant smile, looking overjoyed to see me. She used to ask me out whenever Kook and I came in here. I quickly pulled Luna against me.

"Mr. Kim! How are you this evening?" she asked, in her cheerleader voice that made Luna force a tight smile.

"Good, thank you. Table for two, semi-secluded, and overlooking the water, please."

"Right this way."

We followed her, and Luna's eyes lit up at the golden flickers, glimmer and candles surrounding the white tablecloths, the comfortable plush seats, the piano lounge, and the incredible views. I held her chair out for her, which she accepted and sat with another blush.

As soon as I sat down beside her, she grasped my hand, pulling it into her lap. I squeezed her knee reassuringly, and handed her a menu.

She bit her lip, looking over it.

The waiter greeted us, and I ordered two glasses of ice water, before asking her what she'd like to drink.

Luna frowned, twirling an end of her hair around her finger as she continued reading.

"What's the matter, angel?"

"I can't... drink, anymore."

"Sure you can."

"But... the baby..."

"A glass of wine on rare occasion won't hurt, but... they have sparkling cider. We can get that, I don't mind. Would you like to do that?"

She smiled, and nodded.

I told the waiter her favorite kind, Virginia Sparkling Crisp Apple Cider, which was stored in my brain from years before.

Luna giggled, "You remembered?"

"I remember everything about you, silly girl."

She ran her hand along my forearm, and I tucked the hair behind her ear. "So, what will it be?"

She exhaled, scanning through the choices, "What do you recommend?"

"This restaurant is ranged in a three course meal. Salad as a first. Are you in the mood for a warm second course, or a chilled?"

"Mmm... I dunno." she shrugged, "Chilled, I guess?"

"Seafood?"

"Sounds good."

"All right," I chuckled. "Do you like shrimp still?"

"Yes."

"Get the Blue Hawaiian Prawns. It has carrots and ginger on the side... You'll like that."

"Mmm," she agreed. Then she frowned, "This place is expensive."

I massaged her knee, sliding closer to her as I whispered in her ear, "Don't you worry about that. You're with me."

"Taehyung," she exhaled, but stopped when I brushed my index finger over her pouty lips.

"I told you when I asked you to marry me. I want to take care of you. So..." I shrugged, caressing her cheek with my thumb, "...let me take care of you."

She smiled and closed her eyes, shaking her head, "Okay."

After ordering that for her, and the famous Braised Beef Short Rib for myself, I turned all of my attention to Luna. Her eyes were examining the tealit candles around our table, and she smiled. I leaned in and kissed her cheek, before brushing the hair off her shoulder. She kept her eyes closed, turning into me as I massaged the back of her neck. She seemed to relax under my arm, and I loved that feeling... knowing that I could give her some security, and comfort.

We'd had such a hellacious couple of nights, and though I was mentally and physically exhausted from it all, and the lack of sleep I'd had in the past three nights... being with her made all the shit we had to deal with diminish away. It was just her and I, together, in the heart of Seattle.

It felt nice to not be able to talk, but express our feelings for each other with tender caresses and gentle smiles.

She cut into her appetizer, and held the fork out to me. I grinned, biting into it. She kissed me while I chewed, then took a bite for herself.

Instinctively, my hand went to her dress, and I rubbed over her stomach. I watched her blush when I did that - every time I did that, now that we know - and it made me grin. She was so fucking beautiful. Glowing even. God, how did I get so lucky?

She sighed, humming and swallowing, "Delicious." I grinned, and agreed. Then I gave her a bite of mine. Again, she hummed and nodded, giving her praises. The rest of the second course included bashful and delightful grins and no conversation.

Afterward, Luna glanced over the menu again, pursing her lips. She held her right hand over mine, as I continued to massage her stomach. "What do you recommend for the main course?"

"The tenderloin is fantastic."

"Taehyung, that's seventy dollars for one di-"

"Shhhh, don't worry about it."

"B-"

I hushed her by leaning over the edge of the round table we were glued to, and kissing her tenderly. I could hear an 'awe' induced gush from an older lady wearing too much jewelry behind us, and I smirked against Luna's lips, before pulling away. "Get what you want, love," I whispered to her. "Please."

Caving in, Luna allowed me to order her the American Wagyu Tenderloin, Twice Baked Potato with butter and sour cream, and Foraged Forest Mushrooms with sherry, garlic, and thyme. For myself, I ordered the Australian Lobster, with gnocchi, honshimeji and king oyster mushrooms.

While we were waiting, Luna rested her head on my shoulder, and I tapped my fingers on her hip, as we listened to the piano being played. She sighed, breathing in the smells of her surroundings, as well as the amazing view of the lake.

"Taehyung," she whispered, turning her face up toward me.

"Mmm?"

"I can't wait to marry you."

I smiled as she pulled my face toward her, and kissed the tip of her nose, before whispering back, "I can't wait to marry you."

"I wish... that we could run away together. Somewhere only we know... far away, where no one could touch us or bring us down, ever again."

"No one will," I said, lingering my lips on the top of her head, "...I'll do my very best to make sure you're happy."

"We can't always be happy, Taehyung. Not in the real world."

"Says who?" I turned my head down to look at those wanting, caramel eyes of hers.

She shrugged.

"Think about it," I said, caressing her chin with my thumb, "...we could be that first couple in all of history to truly, undeniably, love each other. Day in, day out... Always make each other happy."

"Yeah," she hummed, fluttering her lashes slowly, "...but then, the makeup sex wouldn't exist between us."

I thought about it, and she giggled.

"Okay," I said into her ear, "scratch that."

She covered her mouth with her fingers, leaning into me so I could kiss below her ear again.

I'd never felt so happy on a date before. Not even when we were together before we split.

But tonight was special. And it wasn't because she was pregnant, or because she was my fiancée, though those factors were equally important to me. It was the mere general reassurance that she was now and will always be, forever mine. That thought alone... that one, single realization... was the reason I was unable to wipe the grin off my face for the remainder of my night.

Normally, if I were being honest with myself, I'd say that being able to love someone the way that I loved Luna gave me confidence that I could be the man I longed to be. But, now, after we've rediscovered each other, I realized... Luns loved me just as much as I needed as well. She knew every thing about me, even the negative aspects, and didn't turn away when life got extremely difficult for us.

Normally, in relationships, the man doesn't think about the romance, but the responsibilities and the next step. That's his main focus. But tonight, looking in Luna's eyes and knowing what was in store for us... romance was all that I thought about. And I was happy I could see that, and truly experienceit, with only her. I couldn't keep my hands off hers, or her stomach, or her neck, or hair...

There was no doubt that everyone surrounding us in this romantic restaurant knew that we were in love. And I enjoyed knowing that.

I loved how Luna has changed me for the better.

-

Yoona POV

After grabbing a twelve pack of Bud from the gas station, Jimin, Jennie, and I were back on the interstate, heading toward the city, and the tattoo place.

Jimin swiped Mr. Kim's keys from the rental car, which was identical to the one they had back home, according to Jennie: A Mercedes S55 AMG. S-Class. I loved the stats on it... brakes: perforated 14.2" discs with 8-piston calipers at the front, and 13" rear discs with 4-piston calipers at the rear. Torque. V8, 5.5 liter... Beautiful car. Tasteful and pretty, but powerful under the hood.

Jimin smiled, looking over Jennie, who chose to sit up front and in the middle of us, to make a bet with me about how quick he could get it up to a hundred on the interstate. I said six seconds. Jimin said five. Jennie timed it, and it stopped at four point seven seconds. The thing was a beast.

Jennie hit the radio, blasting some music through the surround sound. The bass was so strong, we were bouncing in the seats. Jimin didn't even argue with it, though he prefers rock to anything else... and that's saying something. He must be in a decent mood.

Shouting and laughing with the two of them... It was definitely a change from the boring afternoon in the cabin.

Everyone was on pins and needles since Taehyung and Luna made their Bonnie & Clyde escape. Especially the parents... plus my dad was missing. Probably at a local bar getting wasted.

Needless to say, this felt like a release stronger than the orgasm I gave myself this morning, with assistance to the showerhead.

"We should go clubbing afterward!" Jennie shouted over the loud music.

"Yeah, Yoongi would have my ass."

"Yoongi won't even notice. You don't know how he gets when he's into a book. If we're only gone for an hour..."

"We'll see Jennie," Jimin said.

She grinned at me, and I rolled my eyes at her.

The last thing I needed was to put myself in a situation to where I could be grinding on Jimin Park. It was bad enough that my lust factor for him grew tenfold over the past few days. Sure, I loved Jungkook, but the more and more I thought about it, we didn't even know each other. So, did I love him, or the idea of him?

I wasn't sure. But what I was sure about was... I was starting to grow feelings for Jimin. Major, crazy feelings for him.

And that was a BAD thing.

Because he'd never feel that way about me.

Like he said when I was stupid and wanting Jungkook, and told him that I was afraid he'd have feelings for me so I lied about Taehyung and I doing it. He said, 'I wasn't growing feelings like that for you, Yoona. I knew we were friends, and I was attracted to you, sure. But I knew you found Jungkook attractive, as did I with other girls. I thought we had an understanding. This could have all been avoided if you would have just asked me before you presumed.'

I was wrong when I thought he wanted me. Plus, I knew how he was with women, especially back home. He could have anyone he wanted. Him and Taehyung... those were the only two guys I knew in my life that could honestly snap their fingers, and have women dropping their panties.

Why would he want me? His friend? The blonde girl who helped fix his bike, and who went fishing with him a lot?

There was no way.

And I knew that, if I were to be in some club with him, I'd want to dance with him... I'd want to feel him... and that'd make me more confused about him, Jungkook, and myself.

Jimin asking me to kiss him for a glass of iced tea clenched my heart. Of course I wanted to do it, but one, I didn't want to hurt Jungkook because I knew he was standing there watching us, and two, I didn't want to hurt myself. I tried my hardest to say no, but when he talked me into it, I tried to just let it be a simple kiss... but it wasn't simple.

Not when it come to Jimin and me.

All I could think about was the negative ideas of Jimin and myself, during the time I thought I was pregnant. That he was too young, that he resented me... the list went on and on and on again. I mean, having a baby with Jimin would be a disaster for him. He wouldn't be able to be the typical young, twenty-something year old, like all his friends he went out with.

But... after I found out I wasn't pregnant, I was crushed. And I couldn't figure out why, because when I thought I was, I was scared and begging I wasn't, because Jimin and I weren't together, and he was in the hospital, and all this stuff... but then, realizing there was no baby... that hurt worse.

And I felt selfish for wanting that.

And Jimin, he was so sweet. Though he had that long, rough night in the hospital, he supported me. He held me, and whispered about what our kid would look like... and I knew he was doing it just because he wanted to be that good friend, and comfort me. That's how he was. Such a good friend.

...For a moment, I closed my eyes and pretended what he was saying last night was true. That's when I realized how much I cared for him.

Right then and there.

After we helped Luna and Taehyung leave, when we were back upstairs, Jimin was extremely quiet. We spent the night side by side on the bed, watching movies and barely speaking. And this morning, he barely spoke to me either. Sweet little smiles, yes, but hardly any words.

When I saw him sleeping on the couch, I decided to ignore the voice in my head telling me my ex was watching, and lay on the couch with him. Even though he was out, he held me in his arms... and I loved it.

But when he woke up, guess what? Yep. Reality.

Jungkook didn't want me when he had me. Jimin doesn't want me at all. And me, caught in the middle of what I could have again, though I wasn't for sure I could trust the idea of me and Jungkook... and the idea of what I could never have, with my best friend.

"Yoona? You ready?"

I nodded, slipping back into the real world, and out of the car.

I timidly followed them into the shop, eyeing down the welcome girl with more tattoos on her face than I'd seen before

"Oooh, Yoona, look at this butterfly tattoo!" Jennie squealed, as she perused through the ink charts.

"No thanks. Butterflies make me nauseated."

"You're such a man-like girl. If you weren't pretty and blonde and liked penis so much, I'd swear you were a lesbian."

I grinned, "Thanks for the half-assed compliment."

"Just keepin' it real, sweetcheeks."

"If you two tampons are done bitching at each other, would you come over here and help me pick out a bar?"

Jennie and I looked at each other, then ran over there, on either side of him.

"Jesus," he scoffed. "Quite the enthusiasts."

"You have to get a standard bell," I told him. "Because they're bigger. It's a plain, silver or gold barbell."

"I'm not getting that shit," he argued. "They'll give me what I want."

"What makes you think that?"

"Because... I'm Jimin?"

Jennie and I laughed, rolling our eyes at him. Arrogant man.

"Whatever you say, Jimin."

The freaky skank tattoo girl pulled the one that Jimin pointed to out from the case, and lifted it in front of him. It was black and crystallized looking on the bar, and the heads were clear, with a little black ball on the inside of each end.

"It vibrates," she said, twisting the top. The ball started to spin and vibrate, and I wanted to orgasm right there in the shop at the thought of it.

He smirked, "Brilliant. I like that one... what else?"

He picked a few ones, such as the standard platinum bar, a plain blue one, and a crazy colored one.

"I want the massage one in after you pierce it," he demanded to the tattoo guy in the chair, "please."

The guy shook his head, crossing his arms, "Standard bell. It's larger, and it'll stretch it out, so it won't close up on you when you try to change it."

"Do it, Paco," Jimin scoffed sarcastically, slipping him a folded up amount of cash.

The guy saw the fifty on top, and glared at Jimin, before reluctantly taking the cash.

Jennie and I surrounded the chair, while the guy grabbed his utensils he needed. Jimin scolded Jennie when she started to turn on the vibrating ring, and the tattoo guy - whom had a hawk on top of his bald head - stole it from her, soaking it in some peroxide type cup.

"Have you drank tonight?" the crusty man asked him.

"Does it matter?" Jimin scoffed, glaring at the wad of cash on the table.

The dude shrugged, and told Jimin to stick his tongue out. Then he slapped on some gloves.

He spit his mint into Jennie's hand, and stuck it out, showing off his perfect, white teeth. The guy wrapped paper towel around his tongue, wiping off all the saliva. Then he grabbed this long clamp that looked like scissors on the handle, and a round circular thing on the other end. Then he squeezed Jimin's tongue between that, and lifted his tongue up, making sure it was centered where he wanted it, and not hitting any veins that were important. Jimin didn't look nervous at all.

I was. And Jennie wouldn't stop bouncing nervously, squeezing Jimin's arm for dear life.

The guy spent a few more moments readjusting the clamp to his liking. It had to suck, having your mouth wide open like that, unless there was something in it. My jaw would hurt. Afterward, the guy pulled out a needle that was about three inches long, and pretty freakin' wide to be diving through your tongue. He attached the barbell to the top of the needle.

Jimin watched as he lifted it toward his tongue, and though his mouth was wide open, he sort of grinned. Still arrogant. Literally, about three seconds later, that long needle was placed in the circle of the clamp, and pushed through his tongue. Jimin didn't even flinch or blink. He acted like it was no big deal.

"That was it?" I asked, as my heart started to race.

Jimin tried to say yes, but couldn't, as the guy pulled the needle down a little and quickly pulled the bar in all the way. He dropped the needle in the cup Jimin was holding, and screwed in the balls. I kept my eyes on Jimin, looking for signs of discomfort. There wasn't any.

The guy wiped off Jimin's mouth and released the clamp, and Jimin stuck his tongue out so we could admire the handy work. It looked awesome. The bell was expensive, but looked quite sexy on there.

"Okay instructions," the guy said, exhaling, "try not to stick it past your teeth, reason being, because it's so long that it could catch and chip away your bone. Not to mention tear the piercing. When you care for it, I recommend rinsing it with warm sea salt water, after you eat, sleep, smoke, or have sex, when you wake up, and when you go to sleep. Light diet for the first few days, no hamburgers or anything thick. Pussy is okay to eat, if you're curious. Any type of stretching let us know. Other than that, enjoy your piercing."

"Thanks," Jimin smirked, standing from the chair. Still showing no signs of pain. Then he turned to me, glancing at my tube top, "I'll pay for you to get your nipples done."

I slapped him on the chest with the back of my hand, "Fuck you."

"I'm serious, it'd be hot," he chuckled.

"No way!"

"Please, Yoona? Come on, it'd be so hot."

"NO!" I said, turning from him.

"Well, what about a clit ring?"

"No!"

"Chicken."

I placed my hands on my hips, and turned to glare at him, "What did you just call me?"

"You heard me."

I walked over to him, and tilted my head up, so I wasn't staring at his collar bone, "I'm not a chicken."

"Yes you are."

"Stop your little third grade, name calling shit. I'm not a chicken."

He started making chicken noises, but grinned at me with his side smile. "Please? Please, I'll beg. Do you want me on my knees? I'll do it."

"Why do you want me to get my nipples pierced? It's not like you'll be seeing them everyday."

"Because I can see them through your shirt... and that's hot enough for me."

I glared at him again, crossing my arms over my chest.

"If you do it, I swear Yoona, I'll be... your slave tomorrow. Whatever you want, I'll do it. Please?"

I watched him climb to his knees, and if he wasn't so tall and sexy, I'd think he was pitiful.

"Please?" he begged again, blinking his long eyelashes. "Please, Yoona? Come on, we're buds. I wouldn't put you in harms way, I'd never-"

"Fine," I whispered, trying to ignore my heart pounding through my skin.

"Huh?"

"Fine," I scoffed. "Get up. Let's do this before I change my mind."

Jimin quickly picked out two hot pink rings that had silver bars go through them. I winced at the thought of them being my nipples, but no one calls me a chicken. Ever.

I followed the tattoo guy in a closed, dark room, and Jennie and Jimin were right behind me. I glared at them, but Jimin said there was no way he was leaving, since he was paying for it. Jennie said she would cry if I didn't let her, and... I believed she would.

So they stayed.

Lying topless on the table while the gross disgusting hawk man rubbed ice on my nipples was humiliating. I closed my eyes, and imagined someone hot doing it... Chase Crawford, preferably. Or Jungkook... Or Jimin. Stop it, Yoona.

My stomach started to flip erratically. I began to tremble. I felt queasy. The guy wiped my breasts down with something wet, and then marked them with a marker.

I exhaled, "Jimin, I'm scared." I felt him grab my hand, and I squeezed it as tight as I could possibly squeeze. I felt like I was going into labor.

"You're okay, I've got you," Jimin whispered.

I cleared my throat when the dude put the clamp on my right nipple, and tried to will away the pain from it squeezing me, by staring into Jimin's eyes. My eyes were watering, but I could see him... Dark lashes... dark eyes... long eyelashes. I studied the facial hair, the arch in his top lip, his perpendicular nose... The way he slightly his cheeks turned when he gave a reassuring smile...

Jennie was standing behind Jimin, her eyes slightly over his shoulder, and was squeezing his biceps hard. She was just as nervous as I was, and that made me more nervous.

I wanted to cry.

I was crying.

Shit!

Jimin lifted his free hand, wiping some tears from beneath my eyes, "If you don't wanna go through with this, now's the time to back out. You don't have to do it."

"I'm doing it," I said, closing my eyes. I lifted his hand up to my mouth, and he didn't pull away. The guy squeezed the clamp on my left nipple, and I bit down on Jimin's skin. He winced a little, but let me do it, and I felt the fucking needle go through. The tears were really coming down now. After the piercing, I pulled my mouth away, exhaling, "That hurts so fucking bad! Oh my God! Is it done?!"

"Yes, I'm tightening the bolt now... It'll only hurt for a second, then it'll be numb."

"Holy shit!" I said, slamming my head down on the bench, "I don't know if I can do the other one."

"You're a tough chick," the guy said, "you can handle it."

"Yeah Yoona, you're tough," Jennie said, though I couldn't see her, since she was now completely hidden behind Jimin's back.

"Are you okay Jennie?" I asked her, while the guy prepped my right nipple.

"Yeah. You had like, liquid coming fr-"

"Jennie, hush," Jimin said.

I closed my eyes, Jimin gave me his hand again, and I put it in my mouth, while I squeezed the shit out of his other one. A few agonizing moments and a cup full of tears later, I now had tiny bars with circular hoops going through my nipples. The guy wheezed through the instructions for how to care for them, and I wiped my face away, while Jimin rubbed the back of my neck and told me how proud of me he was. He covered them up with white papers and tape, then allowed me to redress. I couldn't even feel it, they were so numb now.

"Jennie," I said, when we re-entered the main lobby of the shop, "what 'bout you?"

"I can't, I don't ... I can't. I thought I could but you sounded like you were in pain, and I'll... "

"Nipples are the worse," the tattoo guy said, "you could get a nose piercing? Those aren't that bad."

"Yeah!" I said, nudging her arm.

Twenty minutes of begging and pleading, one beer, and the agreement that we can go clubbing after this later, Jennie was bouncing in the chair. Again, I felt nervous, just watching her be nervous. The guy quickly cleaned and marked her nose, while she squeezed one of mine and one of Jimin's hands. Then he shoved a tiny cork through her nose, and pulled out another one of those long needles. She quickly shut her eyes, and started talking in gibberish, or pig latin, or tongues, or something equally nerve-wracking. When he inserted the needle, her eyes clamped shut and she stopped talking. He pulled the long needle through, and curved the end around, so the silver piercing would stick. Then he sealed it, and that was it.

"YOU DID IT!" I shouted, hugging her.

"Phew, oh my God, my eyes are watering!"

"You're my hero," Jimin said, hugging her.

After that, we paid our fees and tipped the guy, and then we were off.

"Now I can say you two tampons are strong bitches!" Jimin chuckled, throwing his arms around us as we headed toward the car.

Jennie and I looked at each other, then smiled, and elbowed him on both sides of his ribs. "Take that, Jimin Park!" we shouted, climbing in the car.

"Fucking women," he scoffed, hopping in after us.

-

Luna POV

Taehyung and I sat in that romantic restaurant for a couple hours, eating and sipping cider.

We listened to the music, and smiled at the sweet people that were smiling back at us, or looking at us.

He excused himself to the restroom, and I took that moment to look myself over in my compact. Never, ever, did I worry about what I looked like with a guy. But tonight, with Taehyung, I don't know... something about the mood we were in, and the location, and knowing anyone who could potentially hurt us was states away...

It was as if we were invincible.

...And I wanted to look beautiful for him.

...More so, I wanted to look the way he made me feel.

Because no one else made me feel like this. Not like he did.

He kissed my cheek as he returned.

The waiter came as soon as he sat down. Taehyung took one glance at the high check I didn't bother peak at, and stuck his card inside, thanking the waiter.

Then he leaned forward, and kissed me again, "Have I told you how beautiful you look this evening?"

I smiled, "Yes, I believe you have."

"Can I tell you again?"

I bit my lip, blushing.

"You look absolutely beautiful, Luna. Look at you. ...You're mesmerizing."

I looked down to the table, because his compliments always made me heat up.

He slid closer, squeezing my hand beneath the table, and whispered in my ear, "Would you like to go for a walk with me, by the lake?"

I pressed my cheek against his, and whispered back, "I don't know ...is this the part where we go near the woods and you turn into an evil man and kill me, burying my body behind the oak tree?"

He laughed, shaking the side of his face against mine, "No, that's the third act."

"Ahh," I said, pulling away, and tilting my head when I looked at him, "I'd love to, Taehyung."

He led me out the restaurant, and down the pier, tossing his jacket back over my shoulders.

As we walked, I tucked my left arm around his, and held his right hand in both of mine, and placed my head on his shoulder.

"So," I said, after a few moments of silence, "I just wanted to go ahead and say... I have no idea what I am doing."

He chuckled, "What do you mean?"

"I mean," I sighed, shrugging, "you'll be a better 'mother' than I will be, I think. You know more about babies, considering your desired career position."

"I don't know everything, but ...that's what's going to be fun about it. We'll learn together."

"I really hope we don't fuck this child up."

He laughed loud, and caressed my hand with his thumb, "We won't."

"Are you nervous about it?"

"Of course... but I welcome it, at the same time."

"I never thought in a million years that, after seeing you in the club, and seeing Yeri... that three weeks later, we'd be here, talking about babies and marriage, and holding onto each other."

"Really..."

"Yeah..."

"I'd have to agree. But, Luna, I'd be lying if I said I didn't hope for it, at some point, in the back of my mind. I've longed for a life with you ever since the first day I met you."

"No you haven't," I giggled. "Taehyung, we were kids back then."

"Doesn't change my feelings for you."

He seemed so certain about it.

It was intimidating, how honest this was. Us.

I inhaled, squeezing him tighter, "How's come I feel so safe wrapped up in you? What is it, exactly, about you?"

He smirked, "Because... I'm the guy for you. Plain and simple."

"Oh, it's that easy?" I teased, nudging him in a flirty manner.

"Yes," he mused, grinning down to me as we walked, "it is."

"Mmm."

We passed by a few couples, who were holding hands and walking in the opposite direction. I took notice of how they held on to each other, by just hands, or an arm around each other. But Taehyung and I... we were wrapped in arms, hands, head on shoulder, head on my head... gripping tight.

...Maybe he was right.

Maybe there wasn't anyone else like us.

"Do you think this is a dream?" I asked, though it sounded cheesy. "Because... from the last night in the cabin, with all the drama... to this night... it seems unreal."

He stopped walking.

"What?" I asked, looking up to him.

Did I upset him somehow?

Taehyung cleared his throat, and turned to face me, as people passed us by carelessly.

The night shown down on the lake, giving a pleasant ricochet effect all the way down the water, toward the side walk we stood on.

He gripped my hips, and pulled me all the way against him. Then he bent down, nudged my head up gently with his mouth, and slowly pressed his lips to mine. The caress of his lips was gentle and soothing... Incredibly sensual. My body began to react at the way his lips massaged mine slowly, and I gasped when he parted my lips with his own.

I squeezed his arms tight while he seductively slid his tongue inside the warm depths of me. His tongue took it's time against mine, massaging mine with the most amazing pressure ever. He tasted of everything delicious, and my taste buds melted each time our kiss grew more intense.

We didn't care that we were giving PDA.

We didn't care when our heads turned from side to side slowly, and when people cleared their throats as they passed us.

We didn't care about the horns honking in the city, or the birds chirping...

He never let go of my hips. I never let go of his arms.

Tasting him was incredible.

After a few moments, he pulled away, and gave me a few pecks, before placing his forehead against mine.

I breathed heavily, ignoring the visible breath of air between us in the cold.

"...Did you feel that?" he asked, squeezing my hips tighter.

Staring into his green eyes, my legs about gave out. I swallowed and nodded against his forehead, "...Y-yes..."

"Then... we know that it's real."

I smiled and inhaled him, as he bent down and started kissing me again.

This one was just as sensual, increasing with time... until I was shaking at the knees and panting for air.

I wanted him so badly.

I think he knew it, by the lust reflecting from my eyes, back to his.

I grinned, scratching his head, and enjoyed him tremble to my touch.

"Your home?" I asked, hoping he'd catch my subtle hint.

He nodded, not taking his eyes off of mine, "Home."

"Okay," I whispered, and smiled as he lifted my face up again.

This kiss lasted longer than those other two, combined.

We stood out there, on that sidewalk, in the cold, and made out with each other for what seemed like an eternity.

And the extreme rush I felt, it didn't come from being out in public, or the people and cars and buildings surrounding us...

It didn't come from being outside, beneath the moon, and hear the subtle ripples of the water or the crickets...

...it was all him.

-

Jennie POV

I texted Yoongi on the way to the club, told him where we were going, and told him I had a surprise waiting for him when I got back.

He wrote back, 'I don't like that idea, necessarily, so I may come out later and check up. Not sure yet. Just be safe, please. Don't make me worry about you'.

I grinned, texting back, 'I promise I will. I'm with Jimin, and he'll protect me'.

A few moments later, I received, 'just make sure his hands stay OFF of you when he's protecting you'.

I smirked, closing my phone.

Ahh, my boyfriend. So adorable.

Jimin walked between us as we entered the club. Since it was after one, the lines weren't that crazy, thank God. It only took us about ten minutes to get inside.

However, being inside was another story. I'm talking, wall to wall bodies. Yoona grabbed my hand, and I grabbed Jimin's , pulling him through the enormous crowd.

There were people all the way up, three stories, and screaming, shouting, dancing crazily. There were women in glass boxes dancing, women on top of mounts, women on bars... There had to be at least fifteen bars in this building.

It was awesome!

Jimin told us he'd get us some drinks, while Yoona pulled me out on the dance floor.

We were pushed into each other and dancing. The floor was overheated because of all the bodies, but that made it more fun. We pushed our breasts together, and she winced, and I laughed.

"Sorry!" I shouted, "I forgot!"

She shrugged, and we started dancing again.

We were in perfect rhythms, swinging our hips and shoulders.

She pulled me away when a guy came up behind me, and then I twirled us in a circle, blocking another guy that came up behind her.

We were using the buddy-system. And only really hot guys were getting past the female buddy system.

It's a known fact.

We sung along with the lyrics, dancing sexy and dropping down to the ground, before arching our backs and pulling it back up.

Yoona laughed, shaking her head as we threw our hands in the air, shouting, "You're unbelievable, OH!"

Women were slapping their bodies around, heads snapping, hair flying.

I hiked up my skirt a little, so I could squat lower, and Yoona followed me, dipping down beside me.

As we rose back up, I turned to her, "Hottie at bar number three is eyeing you down!"

She bit her lip, keeping turned away from him, and shook her ass more, "Is he hot?"

"I'd give him an eight."

"Ew, I'll pass. Ten, or no deal."

I giggled, "Okay!"

About ten songs later, my stomach was starting to tighten from the workout we were getting, and I slowed down a bit. Yoona, however, kept moving.

We were now jamming to 'Drop It Like It's Hot' by Snoop Dog. She licked her lips, pulling her hair up in her hands, and swaying down seductively.

I giggled, watching her put on the moves.

People were starting to clear a spot for her, and stopped dancing, so they could watch her.

She looked like a supermodel!

I cheered her on, and noticed as she dropped back to the ground, that Jimin was leaning against the bar, watching her.

I waved to him and he gave me a nod, before turning his attention back to her ass.

As Yoona swayed her hips around, playing with the ends of her shirt and sneaking peeks of her stomach to the guys watching, I pulled her to me, and started dancing on her, "You've got another hottie watching you."

She rolled her eyes, "How hot is this one?"

"A fifteen, I'd say."

"Really?" she said, here eyes widening. "Watch this then." She arched her back and started doing belly dancer sways, then dropped down to the ground. Then, keeping her head to the ground, she straightened her legs out, and bent over, she bounced her ass.

Girl could dance. I'd give her that.

A couple of hours, countless hip hop songs, and about eight drinks a piece or so later, not counting the beer in the car, we were dancing to the next song.

I watched as Jimin set down his shot glass, and strolled back toward us. He only came out when he wanted to give us refills... but now, he was determined.

Uh oh. He was on a mission.

He gave me a nod, and came up behind Yoona, and started swaying his hips with hers.

She tensed up, not knowing who was behind her, and looked at me, silently asking me who it was.

I nodded, giving her a reassuring smile. Go with it.

She slowly exhaled, as Jimin's hand slid from her hip, around to her stomach. He pressed her up against him, and she grinned.

She liked it.

As the chorus came on, he twisted her around, so she could face him.

And she stopped dancing. Mouth hanging open, whole nine yards...

Jimin didn't seem phased by this. He continued dancing, and eventually, she loosened back up, and pressed her hips into his.

I watched as he leaned down, and whispered something in her ear, while the second verse played.

She nodded, and he bent her forward.

I furrowed my brows, trying to figure out why he was bending her forward, before turning her around.

She pressed her back against his belt and looked between her legs at me, before sticking both her hands between her legs.

Jimin bent forward, ran his chin along her spine, then reached over her, grabbing her hands.

Like lightning, he flipped her up to where she did a summersault, and her thighs landed on top of his thighs. He dragged her up his body, to his pelvis. Now, he was holding her, with her legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his neck. She put her trust in him, arching her back and rubbing against him.

They looked like they were having sex on the middle of the dance floor. People were shouting, "Damn!" and "Can I be next?" and "Go girl!"

I laughed, cheering them on. They were turning me on.

In fact, I'm pretty sure that they were turning everyone on.

Sex was definitely on their minds.

It made me frown, a little, because I knew Jimin really liked Yoona. And Yoona just broke up with Jungkook. And Jungkook, he was back at the cabin.

Fuck.

I take that back.

Jungkook and Yoongi strolled over to us, with both their sets of eyes on me.

I tried to motion to Jimin and Yoona nonchalantly, but they weren't paying any attention to me. They were in their own world.

"Hey darlin'," Yoongi said, giving me a hug, "you weren't picking up your cell, so Jungkook and I thought we'd come out here and check on you guys."

I tried to tell him to grab Jungkook, but it was too late. He saw them when Yoona was bent back, with Jimin's hands on her hips.

Jungkook's mouth was hanging open.

Yoona opened her eyes as Jimin lifted her back to him, and she stopped dancing. Jimin, confused, tried to figure out what was wrong, before noticing Jungkook. Then he carefully sat Yoona back to her feet, and straightened up.

Jungkook glared at them, his left eyebrow raised.

She looked at me, then to Jungkook, then to Jimin, then back to Jungkook.

"Well," I said, rushing to her side, "this is awkward."

Jungkook quickly readjusted his expression back to normal, then shrugged and looked away. I could tell he was pissed off. But did he have a reason to be?

Jimin shoved his hands in his pocket, looking toward the ground, while Yoona crossed her arms awkwardly over her chest.

We all stepped a little closer, so we could hear over the music.

"Well," Jungkook scoffed, rubbing the back of his neck, "guess we didn't have to worry about Yoona, Yoongi. She seemed to be in good... hands."

Yoongi looked really uncomfortable in response, while Yoona glared at Jungkook. Jimin stayed put - which shocked me. I'm surprised he didn't have a comment on this.

"I, uh, think we're all danced out now," I said, grabbing Yoongi's forearm, "we can go."

He looked down at me, then crinkled his forehead.

"What?" I asked, trying not to appear nervous.

He pointed to my nose, "What's that?"

"Oh," I said, exhaling, "a piercing. Do you like it?"

"Why did you get it? I thought you hated needles."

"Correction, I hate hospitals. They're boring. Said nothing about needles."

He pursed his lips, looking at it, "...Did Jimin talk you into this?"

"No," I said quickly, "I wanted it."

"Hmm."

Jungkook walked over to Yoona. "If you're not too busy, do you want to dance with me?"

She looked down to his hand, then brushed the hair out of her face, before turning to look at Jimin. Jimin looked at her blankly, before turning his face away. He was trying to not show his feelings.

It made me sad to witness this.

Sighing, Yoona took his hand, "One dance."

"That's all I want from you, Yoona."

She glared up at him, then rolled her eyes as he pulled her away.

He pulled her into a crowd of people, and through weaving bodies, I saw them start to sway. Jungkook looked down to her, and no where else, while she looked nervously around the room.

"We shouldn't have come," Yoongi said. "This is really fucking awkward."

"Do you want to dance?" I asked, trying to ease some tension.

He looked at Jimin, who was digging through his pockets, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Then he looked down to me, "Sure."

"'K," I said, pulling him to me.

Jimin tucked a cigarette behind his ear, and stuck another in his lips, before leaving the dance floor.

I frowned, pressing my forehead in Yoongi's shoulder as we danced.

"Wanna tell me that gossip now?" he asked in my ear.

I shrugged, "It's not that important this moment."

"Tell me anyways. I know you want to."

"It's a secret. I shouldn't have brought it up in the first place, it wasn't my spot."

"I can keep a secret."

"B-"

"People tell their partner's secrets all the time."

I sighed, looking up at him, "Luna's pregnant."

He stopped dancing, hands falling from my hips, mouth open.

I nodded, still frowning.

"What?" he asked in a whisper that I couldn't hear, but see.

"Yeah. But you can't say anything to anyone."

"It's Taehyung's?"

"Yes. Whose else would it be?"

He thought about that, then shook his head, "No one. Wow. This is... fucking crazy."

"It's life," I shrugged.

"What are they gonna do about it?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

He looked downright depressed as he shrugged, "I mean, are they going to keep it?"

"Yoongi!" I shouted, appalled, "I'm assuming so! That's what the majority of women do when they get pregnant by the love of their life!"

He shook his head, dumbfounded, "This isn't Luna. She doesn't want kids, she isn't re-"

"Apparently she's changed her mind."

He blinked, staring into my eyes. Then he whispered, "...Yeah. Or Taehyung changed her mind for her."

"Yoongi. You like Taehyung, come on. He's my best friend. It just happened."

"Yeah, you're right," he said, pulling me to him. "You're right."

"I know you're like, her BFF or whatever, but Taehyung's mine, and we have to support them in this. They have enough people against them as it is."

"Sure," he said, trying to dance with me and push thoughts of them away, "we'll do that then."

"Okay," I said, though I wasn't sure if I believed him.

-

Taehyung POV

As soon as the elevator swung open, I pulled Luna inside, not breaking free from her lips.

The dogs started to bark at us, as we spun around into my spot, pulling at each other.

She started to pull on my shirt, as I yanked my jacket down her arms.

I could feel Spendor jumping at my legs, and growling at Luna. He thought she was hurting me.

I laughed into Luna's lips and grasped her face, pulling myself back to catch some air, "You ...are intense."

She grinned, ignoring Spendor at her legs, "Thanks."

We looked at each other for a few moments, admiring the swollen lips we'd given the other.

Then we started kissing aggressively again, and I bent down, picking her up.

She threw her legs around me, kicking off her heels at the same time.

At this rate, I knew we'd never make it to my bedroom, so the couch was going to have to do.

I crashed on top of her, assaulting her neck with vigor.

The dogs would not stop barking, and since we were on the couch, they were right at our ears.

Groaning, I pulled away from her, and she pulled my sweater off.

"Wait," I said, exasperated, holding out my finger to her. "Stay. Don't go anywhere. God you're hot. No, I'll be back."

She giggled, "Where are you..."

I quickly scooped up my animals, and pushed them in my bedroom, closing the door behind me.

Then, because I was in a good mood, I ran, and jumped over the back of the couch, but made sure not to squash her as I landed.

She giggled, pulling me to her, "Come here."

I grinned against her lips, as she loosened up my tie.

She lifted herself up, and slid her tongue between my lips, before our mouths even touched.

"Mmm," I hummed, sitting back and lifting her in my lap.

She swiftly pushed me backward on the opposite side of the couch, and climbed on top of me, straddling as we kissed.

The dogs were barking in the bedroom, but I blocked them out. She was all I wanted to pay attention to.

We were battling for dominance, and I pushed at the same time she did, panting in her lips. Eventually, I regained my strength beneath her, and sat us up.

She twirled around, and I grabbed her, yanking her hard against my erection that was pushing through my pants.

She gasped, and I turned to kiss her neck, but underestimated my force. We toppled off the couch, and thankfully, somehow, I managed to turn us, to where we landed with her on top of me on the hard ground, and my head smacking the floor. Be careful, Taehyung, baby on board.

We laughed as she threw the end of my tie on my face, and started unbuttoning my shirt.

I pushed her dress up past her hips, taking a brief second to admire her orange, lace, booty shorts. I ran my finger along the brim of them, smiling.

She flipped her head back and sat up, finding more air. I watched as tiny strands slowly fell onto her shoulders, and articles of fuzz surrounded us in the dim air. She smiled at me, and I gave her my best crooked smile.

Shaking her head, she slid down, and undid my belt. It took her about two seconds to get that undone, and then she practically ripped the button off my pants.

I laughed, lifting my hips so she could push them down. Then I pulled her to me, and rolled us over, kicking my pants down.

I made sure to support her head beneath my hands, since it was a hardwood floor and I was heavier than her as it was, and licked down her neck, while she slid her hands in my boxers. I groaned into the crook of her neck, and pushed into her hand, "More."

She yanked my head back by my hair, and that was something that made me hard as a rock - if I wasn't hard as a rock, already. The tip of her tongue circled around my Adam's apple, then down, to the dip between my neck and my collar bone.

I lifted myself up so I could get a grip on her panties. They were pretty, but... "I'm sorry baby," I said, before ripping them off of her.

She gasped, eyes wide, before slapping my shoulder, "Those were my favorite, Taehyung Kim."

"I'll get you some more tomorrow," I promised, breathing heavily, before crushing my lips to hers.

Luna quickly forgot about the torn fabric, pulling herself up against my face.

Her hands pushed my boxers down at the same time I lifted her hips up, panting in her skin.

"Please," she said, as soon as she sprang me free.

I thought, for a brief second, about whether or not I could control myself enough to not plow into her.

But... because I'm a man, and could only take so much sexual build-up, that thought didn't last, and I did exactly that.

Keeping her hips lifted, I found my spot, and thrusted hard into her, groaning into her. She clawed at my skin on my neck, before bunching up the shirt in her fingertips.

"Are you o-" I couldn't even finish my sentence before she tossed her legs around my waist, and pushed up against me. "Fuck," I said in her ear, as her warmth surrounded me. She kept her upper body lifted, clawing and grasping and panting in my shirt.

Because we were on hardwood floors, we sort of slid around... Each thrust had Luna going forward, and each pull had her sliding back to me.

But Luna, she kept pushing me and testing my limits of control, digging her heels into me and demanding more and more and more pressure.

I was briefly concerned about splitting her into two, but she felt so fucking good, so fucking tight and slick and warm...

Somehow, she managed to claw at me enough to lift herself up, and into my lap. My knees were uncomfortable on the ground, and she figured this out, pushing me back. Watching her move on top of me, thrusting and rocking, while she dug her fingernails into my shoulders, clawing down the white button-down I was wearing... so erotic.

It was incredible to watch, and feel. It was hot to see her in that fancy dress still, hiked up past her hips, and me still in my shirt, with one leg still trapped in my pants. It felt good to know that, an hour before, we were having a romantic dinner, but we could also come home and do this.

It was something to look forward to, if you asked me. I enjoyed the fact that Luna didn't want it romantic all the time - not that romantic wasn't fun, because it was.

But sometimes... you just want to fuck.

Luna threw her head back, moaning loud. She started to tremble, and I knew she was as close as I was. I slipped my hand beneath her dress, and my thumb found her spot. Her fingers pulled on my shirt, and she leaned forward, tugging my hair while I played with her and pushed into her at the same time.

"Mmm," she said into the crook of my neck, pulling on my hair harder. She stopped moving on top of me, but I was so close, that I kept lifting my hips up to meet her. She tried to say my name, or some kind of word, but couldn't get it out, before completely tensing up, gasping into my ear.

I trembled as her breath washed over me, and sealed my eyes tight. I was fucking right there, but I was determined to give her hers first. Her nails clawed at my shoulders, and she pushed hard into my hips, burying me as deep as possible, before she started shaking vigorously.

Breathlessly, I kept going, until her body began to clench and tighten. My release soared out of me and into her, and I buried my face into her shoulder, cursing into her skin. It felt like a heated tidal wave crashed over us, and by the time I collapsed onto the ground, I could barely catch my breath. My heart pounded through my chest and against hers, as she lay limp and lifeless above me. If she hadn't been squeezing my shirt and breathing heavily in my ear, I would have thought she passed out.

The both of us lay perfectly still as we came down from our extensive high.

Eventually, she was strong enough to sit up, and wincing at the sensitive sensation, I lifted her off of me. She quickly lay down on her side, placing her head on my shoulder.

"Are you okay?" she whispered, tugging on my tie.

"Mmhmm."

She giggled, kissing my hot neck, "Are you sure?"

"Mmhmm."

"'K," she said.

A few moments later, I smiled like a champ, and turned my head to look at her. Her hair was sprawled around my arm and the floor, and she had her fingers curled, her thumb pressed to the end of her bottom lip. Her eyes were dark still, and sparkling. Her lips were swollen and pink.

"You're so fucking beautiful," I said quietly.

She smiled, lifting her hand from her mouth to stroke through my hair, "Thank you."

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" I asked, as a twinge of guilt seeped through me.

She shook her head, "not at all. Well... not in a bad way."

I smirked, closing my eyes, "Good."

I rubbed my face, listening to her sit up. My left hand dropped to rub the small of her back, while I kept my eyes closed, "Where are you going?"

"I need a girly moment."

"Oh," I said, dropping my hand from her, "i see." When I opened my eyes, I noticed she was sort of... walking slowly.

I quickly sat up, my heart soaring through my throat, "Are you sure I didn't hurt you?"

I felt like an ass.

She turned, placing her chin on her shoulder, "I'm okay."

I groaned, climbing to my feet and pulling my pants up. I fastened them, but left the belt dangling, "I feel like a dick, Luna."

"Don't," she smiled, throwing the pillows back on the couch, "I promise, I feel good."

I think my sour expression showed her that I didn't buy it.

Taking a steady breath, she walked over to me, and cupped my face in her hands, forcing me to look down to her, "Taehyung. Shh. No worries, I'm fine."

I still felt bad, and couldn't help but frown, "You're walking all weird."

She blushed and looked down, "Yeah, well... you're just that good."

I closed my eyes, pulling her to me, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

"I just get so excited sometimes when we're together and I can't get control over myself, but that doesn't give me the ri-"

"Shhhhh," she said, covering my lips and smiling up at me with her sparkling eyes. "Don't say another word. We had fun. I had fun. A couple of Aspirin, and I'll be fine."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

I nodded, kissing her forehead, "Tylenol."

"Hmm?"

"Can't take Aspirin anymore."

"Oh. Okay. Tylenol then... Do you have any?"

"Of course Angel," I said, still keeping my lips on her forehead, "I'll get you some. Do your thing and... I'll be in my bedroom."

"Okay, I'll be right there."

I rubbed her back and walked away. I still felt bad. Sure, couples have different varieties of sex all the time and it was healthy. But me doing it to Luna... I should have... I don't know. I may as well have written SELFISH DICK on my forehead with a black magic marker.

A few moments later, Luna returned, wearing a long t-shirt of mine, and nothing else. Cora was at the foot of the bed, and Spendor was yapping at her.

Luna scooped down and picked him up, before sliding under the covers next to me, "You have a beautiful place Taehyung. I know I didn't say that earlier, because I was too busy freaking out, but... this place is ... beautiful."

"Thank you," I said, rubbing her knee.

"Is it okay if Spendor sleeps up here with us?" she asked.

I absorbed her adorable expression, "If you want."

She smiled, hugging him to her tightly, burying them in the covers. Spendor licked at her cheek, and she giggled.

"I found something for you," I said.

"What is it?"

I turned behind me, and picked the book off my nightstand, handing it to her.

"'What To Expect When You're Expecting'?" she said, running her hand along the cover, "where did you get this?"

"It's the best to study with," I said. "Helped me in school. It has everything you could possibly need to know inside."

She bit her lip, blushing, and looking up to me, "Can we read it together?"

"Of course."

She turned on the lamp beside her, and I muted the television. She lifted my arm, wrapping it behind her shoulders, and nestling against my side as she opened the book, "This feels so weird."

I smirked.

"...being a parent soon."

"I know," I whispered, scratching the top of her head as she flipped through the pages, "are you okay with this though?"

She smiled, slowly looking up at me, "I wouldn't be okay with it, unless it was with you."

My heart skipped, and I leaned in, kissing her head, "I love you so much, Luna. I know this isn't what we necessarily planned, but I truly believe that we'll do this the right way."

"Yeah," she whispered, turning to chapter four, 'your pregnancy lifestyle'. "But it's gonna hurt so bad when it comes out. I'll probably pass out."

I chuckled, "I'll make sure you're taken care of."

"I don't even have a doctor, really."

"I was going to ask you about that. Dr. Sherber is my Head, and she's the best in Seattle. And, I'm not saying that so you'll be under the hospital I work for, but I truly mean that. I'd really like you to meet with her, and see if you like her."

She smiled, and nodded, "That would be fine."

"I know we're not close to this yet," I said, "but... when it comes time... Do you think you want to know the sex?"

She shrugged, "Do you?"

"I do, but if you don't, then I don't have to know."

"You want a boy, don't you?"

"Why do you ask that? Because I'm a man?"

"No, because you're Taehyung, and I know you."

I grinned, "...I don't care either way, but... I'd love a boy."

"I knew it," she whispered. "By the way, how old is Dr. Sherber?"

"She's... in her mid-thirties, I think."

"Is she hot?"

I smirked, shaking my head, "She's pretty, I suppose."

"So you work beneath a really hot doctor all the time?"

"She's my mentor. Don't say it like that."

"Is she married?"

"Separated."

"Are you the only intern there that's still in med school?"

"The only one worth a damn," I grinned.

"...Hmm."

"What?" I asked, unable to hide my arrogance. I knew where she was going with this.

"Have you two ever hooked up in the broom closet?"

"What?" I laughed, pushing off the headboard, "Luna, come on."

"I'm serious! I bet you, she wants to."

"You don't know her. She's professional. Every woman in the world doesn't want me, despite what you think."

"You're right," she said, nodding, "... but the only women who don't are related to you, and even then, I wouldn't be surprised."

"You're on crack, woman."

"I'm being honest!"

"You're being jealous."

She scoffed, slapping my arm as I leaned back, "Fine. Okay. She can be my doctor."

"Really?"

"Sure," she shrugged, "that way I can keep an eye on her, and she'll know you knocked me up."

"I didn't knock you up. Don't say it like that. We're going to be a family; I'm not your... baby daddy."

She giggled, unable to not, "You are until we're married."

I flipped the television on, and placed the book back in her hands, "Shush and read."

"Baby daddy, baby daddy," she mumbled in a sing-song voice, "Taehyung is my baby daddy."

"Quit it before I stuff something in your mouth that'll keep you occupied for a while."

She giggled, "Baby daddy, baby daddy, baby daddy..."

I turned, glaring at her.

"Fine, I'll stop."

"Thanks."

"Love you," she giggled, throwing the covers over her head and hugging Spendor.

I rolled my eyes and smiled, kissed her cheek, before sliding under the covers and turning off the lights, "Love you too."

-

Jimin POV

I leaned against the brick wall of the building, exhaling smoke.

The bass from the club was strong enough to make the building shake, and my ears began to ring from the echoes.

I shut my eyes, drowning out in it.

It'd been a long fucking night. Again.

"Jimin Park."

I turned to my right, to see Jungkook standing there, with his hands in his pocket.

I'm sure, from the look on my face, he knew I wasn't happy, nor shocked to see him standing there. I knew why he was here, and why no one else was out here with him. He wanted to see where he stood with Yoona.

I took another drag, still looking at him.

He cleared his throat, and headed in my direction.

My eyes followed him, and when he stood in front of me, I exhaled more smoke.

"What was that, with you and Yoona? In the club?"

I looked at him like he hadn't spoken, and took another drag.

"Because... you two looked awfully close."

"We're friends," I said, my voice extra low and scratchy from all the cigarettes, alcohol, and smoke in the club.

"That looked like more than friends to me."

I tilted my head, taking another drag, "is there a point to your assumption, Jeon?"

"Are you and I friends?"

"We're cool," I shrugged, "I don't have any beef with you, if that's what you're askin'."

He glared at me, then loosened up his anger on his face, "Because, I thought we were friends."

I shrugged again. I kept my left knee bent, my foot pressed against the wall, along with my shoulder blades and my head, "Then I guess we are."

"So, since we're friends, friends can talk, right?"

I smirked at him.

"Because... I wanted to tell you, I fucked up, when I let go of Yoona. I was stupid, I let my thoughts get the best of me, and I said some stupid shit, and... I lost the girl."

"Hmm," I said, flicking my cigarette butt in the air. "And?"

"And, I want her back."

I kept my expression cool and collected, "What does this have to do with me?"

"Well," he said, looking around through the cold night in the alley we were in, "I thought maybe you'd like to help me. You know, band of brothers and all that."

I scoffed, shaking my head, "Since when does Jungkook Jeon need help with women?"

"Since he fucked up and lost the one he loves."

I tilted my head at him, studying his expression, "I thought you said you didn't love her?"

"I thought you said that I did, because I walked away, and all that?"

Shrugging, I took a sip of my beer, "You obviously misconstrued my explanation."

He furrowed his brows, "How's that?"

"Because, when I said that you loved her enough to walk away, I also meant the second part of that."

"Which is?"

"I loved her enough to stay."

He looked even more confused now, "But you don't want her, right?"

I raised my eyebrow, looking at him like he was a fucking idiot, because, well he was being a fucking idiot.

"Come on," he chuckled, "Jimin Park doesn't love women like that."

I glared at him, thinking of a million ways to go tell him to fuck himself.

"Dude," he laughed, "...you're a playboy. We all know this."

I exhaled, keeping myself relaxed, and lit another cigarette. I inhaled the smoke, and let it out slowly, looking into his eyes, "Everyone's got to grow up sometime."

"Yeah, but," he chuckled, dancing on his feet a little, "you're... you."

"Point?"

"My point is, you're not... I don't know man. I just see how you are... bouncing from Yeri to Lisa to whomever else... And that was within the time we've been here at the Cabin. That's not even in Seattle!"

I took a sip of my beer, "Look, Jungkook. If you want Yoona, then that's your issue. I'm not a fucking matchmaker, I'm not the straight guy friend who pretends to be gay so he can talk to the girl who's his friend, for you. If you want her, go fucking get her."

He smiled, "I'll do that."

"But," I said, as he turned to walk away.

He stopped, and looked back at me.

I grinned at him, "Don't forget that there's other men out there, who want her too. Perhaps, even more than you do."

He grinned and shook my hand, "Thanks for the advice."

I watched him walk away, and shook my head.

He was so fucking stupid, he couldn't even manage to grasp the fact that I was talking about myself.

Fucking idiot.

*&*#!#$^%$^

The car ride was silent. Yoongi and Jungkook followed us back.

We didn't get to the cabin until around four in the morning.

Ron's car still wasn't there.

Taehyung's parents were crashed out on the couch, with both their cell phones charging on the coffee table.

Yoongi picked up Jennie and threw her over his shoulder, and told us they were turning in for the night. He slapped her ass as they ran up the steps.

So, that left Jungkook, me, and Yoona.

My heart began to race at the thought of where to go from here.

I wanted more than anything to tell her how I felt, but knew it wasn't the time. I'd never do that to her. I didn't want her uncomfortable. I wasn't that type of guy. I didn't compete like that.

...I wanted her to want me for herself, and no one else.

Jungkook shoved his hands in his pocket, looking over to her, "Are you tired?"

She shrugged, looking at the wall, and neither of us.

"Do you want to hang out with me? I could make you something to eat."

She sighed heavily, and glanced toward him.

My stomach turned to knots, and I felt anxious. I needed to get out of there.

I looked at Yooma, and gave her my best comforting smile, "I'm going to go to bed. It's been a long night. I'll leave the door unlocked for you, whenever you want to sleep."

She smiled half-heartedly at me, "Thanks Jimin."

"Sure," I said, and turned from them before my smile felt. I kept my shoulders rounded as I headed up, ignoring the emptiness in my stomach that intensified with each step I took.

I could hear Jungkook clap his hands together, and get excited, "Okay, what are you in the mood to eat?"

"I dunno," she said, sounding pretty down, but following him in the kitchen.

I closed my eyes, and was thankful when I couldn't hear them anymore.

I collapsed onto the bed sideways, burying my face in the covers. My chest hurt so fucking badly, it felt like it was going to split open.

I wasn't sure if Jungkook was going to get her back. I wasn't for sure if I deserved her, from how he talked about my 'history'.

She couldn't want me like I wanted her.

I was Alferd the ghost. But I wouldn't throw tantrums and shout to get her to see me.

That wouldn't be fair to her, and I loved her too much to put her in that predicament.

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A/N
I feel for Jimin. I've been in his shoes so many times :(
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