I gulped, taking the sight before me and my legs began to shake.

All thoughts escaped me. All logic escaped me.

I didn't know how to feel.

"I- ahem-What- I-I mean...Dr. K-Kim-"

"Taehyung."

My heart skipped a beat.

I wetted my lips with my tongue and blinking several times, I looked elsewhere.

"Righ-"

"I am here for what I said I would be," he smirked as he took a step towards me, but I was not paying attention. "I told you to take me seriously, didn't I?" he whispered darkly.

Even as I was dazed, a thought came to my mind, finally, from far far away.

I opened my mouth, "Your flight-"

"I left it."

Why? For me?

"Wouldn't you like that"

His seductive smile left me gazing at him until I realised he was answering my question. Did I voice it aloud again?

Blushing deeply, I looked away. "I-"

My eyes went wide suddenly and realising what was happening in my life, I aimed to dart to the elevators, "Jimi-" but I rammed myself into an arm that caged me into the confines of the doorway, making escape impossible.

He stood in my way, now both arms on either sides of me as they held the doorframe, blocking my path stubbornly.

Why

I shook my head urgently. "Dr. Ki-"

"Taehyu-"

"Taehyung-sshi, Jimin is-"

"He's safe."

I stopped. The frown melted from my face instantly.

And then it came back on again.

"What?" I breathed out, not sure if I heard that right.

"I received a mail-"

"Don't fall for it."

"Jimin! He's in-"

"He's safe and sound."

"Then this picture!" I exclaimed, pulling my phone out and he exhaled as he watched me wordlessly while I shoved the picture into his face.

"Jimin is in dang-"

"It's fake."

"What."

"Yes. Photoshopped. To fool you. Lure you out."

"So Jimin is" I let myself remain caged now, "Jimin is...safe?"

"Yes."

"And New Zeala-"

"I never took off."

I was still confused.

My lips began to tremble as I met his eyes. That heated gaze burning into me made my cheeks burn. My whole face felt hot.

"How did you know-"

"Because I'm smart." he smiled smugly, as he straightened a little.

My soul almost left my body.

He was just so gorgeous.

And smart too, yeah.

A gravelly sound broke the silence and I realised his suitcase was moving. He held his luggage, pulling it closer. Then his overcoat fell to the floor. His hands left the doorframe too.

"Are you okay now?" he asked softly.

The storm came and left so suddenly, I didn't know how to feel.

I didn't know if the answer was yes or no. So I didn't respond. He exhaled as his hand came to hold mine.

"Dr. Jin and Yoongi guy have already dealt with it and it was taken care of just yesterday. This was a small fry that's trying to shake you, but Taemin is currently tracking the stupid punk and we will destroy him too. You can relax, Y/n. It's all over."

Oh..

It's all over.

They're taking care of it.

They'll deal with it.

I'm safe. We're safe.

My heart swelled with gratitude and I nodded slowly.

So much happened...and I was busy...crying over my love life..

"Why are you..." I cleared my throat awkwardly, getting back to more important questions, "What are you doing her-"

He suddenly took a step towards me and I took another back. Into my apartment.

Suddenly I had lost all confidence.

He took me by surprise as he leaned and pulled my cellphone out of my hand. I would fight for it or ask him what was going on, but I was momentarily lost in the scent of his cologne and the feel of his touch that lingered around my fingers so I simply watched him as he chuckled and put my phone into his own pocket.

"I came to confiscate your phone. I hope you don't mind."

Huh

Now deciding to do justice to his looks by ogling a little more leisurely at him, I hesitantly glanced up.

His hair was wet.

Was it raining outside? I didn't know. But wet and glossy dark hair parted from the middle in a sexy mess, tumbled down his glorious forehead at the temples.

His face pale for some reason. Glowing though. And serenely beautiful too. He looked like a modern Disney prince.

I wanted to be sure he was really here so my eyes drank him in from the way his black necktie hung down his jet black designer shirt. His cheeks remained hidden behind his tall black collars. The tie was also loosened a little too seductively, almost making me think of weird 50SOG kinda things. I don't know why.

But then my eyes trailed down to the custom-tailored crisp black suit he was clad in, a few buttons of his black shirt carelessly undone to reveal a sliver of his chest for what sinful reasons I wouldn't ever know and his...his luxury gray overcoat that lay on the floor, oh, I wanted so many more things on the floor.

Including...

My eyes lingered to his chest for a moment again. I was a hoe for him, what do you expect

But I was still shy.

So feeling my cheeks heat up, I quickly dropped my gaze to the ground to his suitcase standing next to him.

He's really here. In front of me.

My heart was singing with happiness right now. He was really, really here!

My eyes finally lifted back to meet his, I realised he had been staring at me this whole time too. Smiling though. He seemed amused.
I don't know why.

I bit my lip speechlessly; beginning to grow conscious of how tall he was, how real he was as he stood in front of me. How small I felt, but how giddy I felt to see him again.

"I..." I mumbled absentmindedly, fidgeting with the doorframe, "I uh...I'm gl-I-I'm glad you're safe..."

"Yeah me too Y/n" he whispered huskily, his eyes now meeting mine and they seemed to darken strangely.

He gulped, growing tense...I guess...just like me.

Well, that would make it two of us.

We were silent again, for a long moment.

A long painful moment where he simply stared at me and allowed me to stare back.

My heart was just racing and my palms were sweating. Cold and clammy.

I wanted to ask so many questions and he had to give me so many answers. I wanted to say so much.

I giggled shyly.

"So..."

He raised a brow sexily, "...So?"

"Umm.." Damnit. I don't know what to say anymore. "Don't you have anything to say?" I asked.

"I do, actually. It's my turn now...to be fair." He agreed and the way he smirked, so mysteriously...

I frown-smiled in confusion, "Your turn?" I repeat slowly.

A light glowed upon his face and with reddening cheeks I realised he had turned my phone on, opening our chat window.

My last messages still pending on single ticks, I bet.

Right?!

...The memes.

I didn't need to drink to do outrageously ridiculous things and say outrageously ridiculous crap. I think he could tell.

He chuckled.

"The next time you delete messages," he began, his voice smooth and velvety. Seductively deep.

"...how about you make sure you're doing it for both the sides?"

Sir, your voice. Your face. Oh heavenly grace.
I'm whipped. Helplessly whipped.

Wait, what did he just say?

I had no idea what he just said. It was just some incoherent sound I couldn't hear above the loud thudding of my heart.

I was shaking. Yet frozen.

Quiet.

Confused.

"Cuz the way you speak, Y/n," He went through my flirtatious messages again-

NOOOOO! I was cringing uncontrollably now!

"The things you say so carelessly, Y/n," his eyes were on the chat and he teased the phone in his hand.

"It can do... terrible things...to a man when you leave bold messages like that," he finished in a hushed voice.

I opened my mouth, "I-"

"Is anybody home?" he asked, cutting me off suddenly.

I glanced up quickly to find his gaze travelling from my eyes to my lips longingly. It took me a moment to realise his thumb was rubbing slow circles on my throat as he cupped my neck.

My mouth quickly ran dry.

When did he get so close?

I was too surprised and flustered to respond.

"Hmm?" he hummed questioningly, his grip on my throat now tightening slightly.

Desperately.

I swallowed hard.

"A-Anybody...home.." I repeated dumbly. I was not sure what to say.

"I mean..." He murmured quietly, his other hand brushing the hair out of my face gently before he leaned in. Then I felt his lips graze against my earlobe as he whispered,

"...anybody around to witness what I'm gonna do to you?"

My stomach dropped dangerously.

"Do wh-"

"Yes."

"Didn't you- I mean...Y-You said you got things to say-"

"Well yeah, but," he took another step till my face was two inches away from his chest and lifted my chin to meet my eyes,

"Lemme show you cuz talk is cheap"

My mouth fell open before I bit my lip to shut it up again. I didn't know what I was thinking but my eyes had aimlessly lingered to his pretty mouth too.

Umm...SCREW IT!

A little smile creeping to my lips, I nodded slowly.

"Oka-" his soft warm lips were already on mine, drinking the words off my tongue.

Like he'd been starving.

And on the verge of death.

The door creaked as he forced me into the apartment and my legs couldn't even keep up as he wrapped an arm around my waist, crushing me into him even, and continued steering me backwards.

His one hand insistently caressed and squeezed my neck, tugging at the roots of my hair at the back of my head as his lips still moved against mine until he finally had me cornered into a wall, kissing me hungrily.

My hands moved of their own accord now, arms wrapping around his neck as I let myself give in to his kisses.

His grip, though, was everywhere. One moment grabbing and tugging my hair, squeezing my neck, sliding down to brush against my breast ever so slightly before it climbed down to my waist to hold it securely between his large hands and squeeze the flesh aggressively.

Seductively. Slowly, but with firm force.

Still somehow avoiding where I wanted his hands to be though.

I grinned against his lips absentmindedly.

He was being a gentlema--gasp

My eyes went wide when in a breath, he lifted me suddenly to lock my legs around his waist, a big hand gripping my behind strongly.

He sighed into my mouth, his hand now no longer shy as it climbed under my shirt to press against my bosom and with a firm yank of his fingers, my bra fell to the floor from under my shirt.

I shivered head to foot, inhaling sharply on feeling his hand against my bare skin. His fingertips roughly grazing my sensitive flesh, he squeezed hard, making me gasp before he crushed me against the wall and did the scariest thing ever.

He grinded into me.

Purposefully.

My heart stopped.

And accelerated again.

Shit man this was happening for real

His lips had already left my mouth and were now working their way to my jaw, lower to my neck, but I exhaled shakily.

"I..umm--T-Taehy-"

"Yeah?" he sucked on my neck harshly, making it harder to collect my thoughts to push words out of my mouth between my involuntary sighs of pleasure.

I can barely understand what my mind wants me to say.

"I'm wet." I said bluntly and he stopped.

Inner me yelled No shit Sherlock, but I ignored her.

His hands and lips and everything totally stopped.

"Huh?" he stared at me blankly. He could feel his face turning pink now.

Well, his was pink. Mine was turning purple and red. Bruised by the tight slap of embarrassment.

I tried to elaborate. Pathetically.

"I uh..." I hesitated, gripping his shirt in my little fists and pulling him closer.

"I want you." I whispered as I kept my eyes trained over his chest instead of his face. Too embarrassed to look at him.

To my relief...

He gave a sigh of relief.

"I do too," he whispered as he moulded himself into me and I felt my heart flutter warmly at how this time it felt more like a pure, friendly hug.

I was overwhelmed and ecstatic. This amazing person wants me back.

I'm on the moon.

But then..

His hand snaked into my shirt. "I have never wanted anything... anything more...Y/n..." he sank his teeth into my neck and began to leave open-mouthed kisses down to my collarbone and lower...

...and lower-

I was gasping airily at the sensation as his hot words melted into my skin. "...Than I've wanted to know. you. Y/n. Wholly." I let out a soft shivery breath in shock, sensing his lips trailing to unspeakable parts of my body and I was..

I blinked hard, eyes forced open now to remain sane. He was making it difficult.

At this rate I would-

"But I-shit, Taehyung-sshi! I-I'm a virgin!"

He dismissed that as he pecked my lips but I continued.

"I'm-I'm a virgin and-"

He kissed me once more softly and pulled back.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No," I shook my head, confused, "I mean...I do want more but-"

"--but I'm old-school," he replied through a deep chuckle, "Don't worry, Y/n, I wouldn't take you like that either."

No.

He no understand, this man is...

"Old school...?"

"Yeah," he shrugged, "We didn't even date properly. Didn't even get engaged, let alone marry. I wouldn't ruin all those experiences for you."

He slowly set me down to my feet and we both gazed at the ground in silence. My heart racing in elation.

Did he say marry?

All I wanted to say was that I didn't have a condom, but here he had totally broken off the link.

Puffing out in disappointment, I looked up to find him blushing.

I realised it was because my bra was lying by my feet where his eyes fell.

I kicked it away awkwardly and he laughed as he bent down to pick it up, shaking his head.

"How about I keep this..." he whispered as he folded the fabric into his hands. It fit into his fist, disappearing out of sight as he pushed it into his trouser pocket.

I looked up to see him wink at me naughtily.

My eyebrows pulled together into a frown, "Hey-"

"What" he challenged immediately and I stopped.

"What are you doing with my bra?"

"Keeping it?"

"Wh-hey! It's...It's expensive-!"

"I'll buy you better ones after you marry me." he grinned.

Then both of our eyes momentarily went wide. Smiles faltering for a second.

He said after.

Not if.

He didn't give me a choice. He didn't let me pick. He didn't ask me. He decided it.

Like a confident man.

Well, I like a confident man..

He seemed to know because he was back to smirking smugly again. Doing the fake gum-chewing thing as he arched a neatly shaped brow at me - as if to challenge me.

Trick promise, cheeky bastard.

I couldn't stop myself from smiling so I pressed my lips together and looked away.

"And when is that..." I responded.

He laughed softly and my heart fluttered when I felt his arms wrap around my shoulders as he pulled me into a hug.

Well, this is...uncomfortable

...considering I'm braless

But it seemed to escape his mind, perhaps because what I said amused him too much.

"You really want to?" he asked.

The tone of his voice sounded kinda...shocked? Surprised, and as if he didn't believe me.

Why wouldn't I?

"I don't know... Probably because I'm fucked up." he shrugged, "Why would you want to marry me?"

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because I'm fucked up, Y/n."

"I'm fucked up too. We make a perfect pair, Dr. Kim."

His eyes lit up.

"You think so?" he begins to smile again, a little more hopefully.

It's a smile, so pure... so sinless...

This side of him, I'd never seen before.

So hesitant.

Cutely insecure as if he didn't believe he could get what he wanted when, to be honest, he deserved the whole damn world.

I wanted to give him the whole damn world.

And this side of him so weirdly...warm.

I was used to seeing his cold exterior even though I was aware he was a nice person over all.

But this self-doubt in his eyes pained me. Why did he not believe so? He should know anybody would be lucky to marry him. Anybody would want to.

"Despite how fucked up I am, you really think so we can make a great pair?"

Honestly, who isn't? Why would I look for perfection anyway? I don't trust perfection.

He was trying to make me reconsider. He was trying to test if I would change my mind.

But two fucked up people could never become a more perfect pair to understand and complete each other. Complement each other and relate with each other.

If I put up with his bipolar bitch mood throughout our little journey and if he could put up with my trouble-mongering bitch moves and rescue me from myself too...I don't think there's anybody better in the world for me.

...Than him.

Do I think so?

I grin suddenly.

He's mystified and raises his brows, getting a little surprised when I go on my toes and a little shyly...press my lips against his.

He on the other hand responds immediately with great passion, kissing me back softly and tenderly. His hands holding my face lovingly and his body enveloping mine like a blanket of comfort too, he holds me there and kisses me for a moment until he realises this was my turn to shower him with affection.

He laughs, blushing slightly himself, when I hiss indignantly and bite his lip a little to impose my dominance or whatever they call it in stupid wattpad fanfictions.

"I don't think so," I respond as I kiss his cheek and then place my head against his chest to listen to his racing heart beat.

My arms tighten around his waist as I sigh deeply.

"I don't think so, Dr. Kim.

I know so."

"By the way-"

"By the way-"

We both laugh, amused that we spoke in unison in the same tone of voice.

"You go first." he says, chuckling, as he kisses my forehead.

"No, you." I argue anyway as I try to kiss his forehead back, but because of my smol height...I fail.

He laughs and bows his head for me. "Ladies first," he responds firmly and I frown.

I stop, not giving him the