Perfect
Ed Sheeran

"Baby, I'm dancing in the dark
With you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass
Listening to our favorite song. "

A few days passed, and I could tell I was the happiest girl in this world.

Taehyung had been dreading the conversation with his parents about his love life for weeks, anticipating the worst. But thanks to the unexpected intervention of his grandparents, what could have been a tense and uncomfortable exchange turned out to be a surprisingly positive experience.

His grandparents, who had always been fond of Taehyung's partner, scolded Taehyung's parents for even daring to interfere in their son's personal affairs. They reminded them that Taehyung had been sent to the US to experience different cultures and meet new people and that meddling in his love life was the last thing they should be doing.

The conversation was a turning point for the man I love, who had previously felt torn between his love for me and his desire to please his parents. With his grandparents' support, he felt more confident than ever.
However,  his parents were friendly enough to talk to me, and they were impressed by how much better my Korean got.

I am filled with pride and satisfaction for successfully navigating the language barrier that once separated me from his parent's expectations. I vividly recall the moment I realized that I could comprehend almost everything being discussed around me, even though I was not yet fully fluent in the language. It was a remarkable feeling and one that I will never forget.

From that moment on, I was determined to communicate with those around me to the best of my ability. I made a concerted effort to speak with his family as often as possible, even if it meant making mistakes or feeling a little embarrassed. I took every opportunity to practice and refine my language skills, and gradually, I found that I could express myself more clearly and accurately.

The gentle chime of an incoming message pulls me out of my reverie, interrupting my thoughts from the past few days. My hand automatically reaches for my phone, and a smile spreads across my face as I take in the name of the sender - Taehyung, the man I love. The mere sight of his name on my phone screen fills me with warmth and comfort, as if he's right beside me, holding my hand.

"Are you ready? If so, come to the garden. I'll be waiting for you."

Taehyung had a surprise planned for tonight and advised me to wear the beautiful dress he had bought me. The dress is made of smooth and shiny red silk and has a light and airy texture that gracefully flows down to the floor. The dress is quite daring, with a dangerously high slit on one side and a deep-cut back that reveals a significant amount of skin, making it the most scandalous piece in my wardrobe. I curled my long hair, leaving it open to cover my bare skin.

The mansion was ours for the day as Taehyung's family had left for Seoul that morning, leaving us alone in the luxurious home. I couldn't help but feel excited and nervous at the same time. The anticipation was unbearable as I longed to reach out and touch him every night but held back for fear of making a sound and revealing us.  Even though Taehyung touched me and made me feel good with his mouth and fingers, it just wasn't enough anymore. The urge to take things further was consuming me entirely.

The beating of my heart is so intense that I can feel it reverberating in my throat. In the garden, I can see Taehyung standing, his gaze already locked on me. The sight of him is simply stunning. I never would have thought that he could be more attractive, but the way he's dressed in such an elegant manner is enough to make my knees buckle. He's clothed in a sleek grey tuxedo with a pristine white button-up shirt underneath, leaving it unbuttoned to expose the tempting flesh of his neck.

I feel his warm embrace as he greets me, his voice filled with love and affection. His eyes meet mine with an intense gaze, and he takes my hand, his touch sending a shiver down my spine. "My love," he murmurs, "you look exquisite tonight." He urges me to turn around slowly, his eyes scanning my every curve and angle with admiration. As I turn, I hear a low, vibrating sound emanating from his chest, a primal expression of his desire and longing. It's as if he can't take his eyes off me, as if I am the only thing in the world that matters to him right now.

I lean closer to him, resting my hands gently on his chest. As I move them slowly upwards, I can feel the rise and fall of his breath beneath my fingertips. My hands reach his neck, and I trace the sensitive skin there, feeling the slight tremble of his muscles in response. "You look absolutely delicious tonight," I whisper, my eyes taking in every detail of his appearance - from the carefully styled hair to the perfectly fitted suit.

Taehyung's deep chuckle reverberates as he draws me closer to him. The warmth of his body envelops me, leaving no space in between. "You have nothing to worry about, my love," he whispers in my ear. "I promise you'll get to experience and get to taste everything."

"Is that a promise?" I tease.

"That's a promise!"

As we walk through the garden, I am struck by the vibrant colors and intoxicating scents of the blooming flowers. The bonsai trees are carefully crafted, their intricate branches and leaves forming elegant patterns. As we turn a corner, I catch sight of a little lake hidden behind a jumble of rocks and stones. Little lights twinkle on the ground, casting a soft glow on the water's surface. Ahead of me, I see a towering, majestic tree, its branches stretching up towards the sky. And nestled among those branches, like a hidden gem, is a tree house. This is no ordinary tree house; it is a luxurious retreat that even a wealthy Bart Simpson would envy.

"Welcome to my hidden place," Taehyung says behind me. His arms wrapped around my waist.

"Well, this is not very hidden, Tae." I chuckle as he kisses my naked shoulder. "The tree house is bigger than the usual ones."

His warm breath tickles the sensitive skin on the crook of my neck as he leans in closer. His words send shivers down my spine as he speaks, "It was common knowledge that I didn't want to be found if I was here. Not a single person dared to disturb me - not my parents, grandparents, or even my siblings."

We take each step with careful precision, our journey leading us higher and higher towards the grand treehouse. Its towering structure stands tall, enveloped in a lush canopy of leaves that obscure its presence within the dense woods. As we approach, Taehyung graciously opens the door, revealing a world of wonder within. Thousands of tiny lights flicker and dance around the room, resembling a swarm of fireflies, their gentle glow casting an enchanting spell upon us.

As I step into the room, my eyes are immediately drawn to the intricate details that adorn every inch of the space. The plush rug in the center is a soft, creamy white, with a subtle shimmer that catches the light and adds to the room's overall warmth and coziness.

To my left, the round bed is the centerpiece of the room. It's adorned with soft, silky sheets in a soothing shade of blue, and plump pillows that beckon me to lay down and sink into their comforting embrace.

On my right, the table is an impressive sight to behold. It's already set with an array of delicious dishes, each one carefully arranged and presented with an artist's eye for detail. There are platters of succulent meats, colorful salads bursting with fresh vegetables, and bowls of fragrant, steaming soups. The beverages are just as impressive, with a variety of refreshing drinks that sparkle in the light.

Every element of the room is perfectly placed, creating a sense of balance and harmony that soothes my soul and makes me feel right at home. "Tae, this is out of this world!"

He flashes me a smile, I can't help but notice the hint of mischief in his eyes. "I must confess," he begins, his voice low and conspiratorial. "I had to do a bit of rearranging on the left side." My curiosity piqued, I listen intently as he continues. "There was this old, tattered couch that had seen better days, but I thought a cozy bed would be much more fitting for the space and... other things."

My cheeks turn crimson as I hear the mention of other things, fully aware of what he implies. The man who holds my heart guides me to the dining table, insisting that I consume something before exerting any energy as I need plenty of it for tonight. Oh god, the almighty, please help me.

The atmosphere is heavy with a palpable tension as we sit down for our meal. The only sounds are the clinking of utensils against plates and the soft rustling of fabric as we shift into our seats. Yet, despite the deafening silence, I can feel the heat of desire emanating from both of us with every passing moment. Every time our eyes meet, a spark ignites between us, threatening to set the whole room ablaze.

I'm grateful I'm not the only one experiencing this thrilling sensation. The months of self-imposed abstinence from any form of physical touch have been a test of endurance, and the buildup of longing and anticipation has reached its peak. It's as if we've been holding our breath for so long, and now we're finally able to exhale.

As the mellow notes of a soft tune envelop us, we lock eyes, and an unspoken language of passion flows between us. The man I yearn for gazes intently at me, his eyes ablaze with a fiery desire that ignites a primal urge. It's as if he's peeling away every layer of my being with his piercing gaze, leaving me in anticipation. The sensation of his eyes on my skin is electric, sending a jolt of excitement through my stomach.

I watch Taehyung slowly rise from his seat, his broad frame towering over the table. His movements are slow and calculated as if he's carefully considering each step before taking it. With a slight smile, he makes his way towards me, his eyes never leaving mine. As he approaches, he extends his hand, palm up, his fingers slightly curled as if inviting me to take his hand.

"May I have this dance?" he asks, his voice velvety and deep, sending shivers down my spine. Without a second thought, I place my hand in his, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine. As he leads me to the dance floor, I can't help but notice the way his muscles flex with each step, the way his breath tickles the back of my neck. The music swells around us, enveloping us in its embrace as we move together in perfect harmony. Every step, every turn, every dip is like a carefully choreographed dance, and I feel as though I could dance with him forever.

His fingers move with gentle grace along the curve of my exposed spine, sending shivers down my body. His lips brush against the sensitive skin just below my ear, his warm breath causing me to tingle all over. We sway to the slow, sensual rhythm of the music, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. The scent of his familiar cologne, a mix of wood and musk, fills my senses, bringing back memories of a time long ago. It's as if we've danced this dance before, and I'm lost in the hypnotic trance of it all.

The nightclub...?

The atmosphere is completely silent until Taehyung's deep voice pierces through it, "Sometimes, I find myself lost in thought, wondering what could have been if things played out differently. What if I didn't have to leave you at the club on that fateful night we met again?" His words carry a sense of regret that's hard to miss, and I can't help but listen intently. Inhaling sharply, he continues, "If only I had taken the time to properly introduce myself to you before we parted ways while we were dancing just like we are now. Who knows what would have happened?"

As he speaks, I can see the weight of his thoughts written all over his face. It's as if he's replaying that night in his mind and imagining how things could have gone differently. His words linger in the air, and I'm left with a sense of curiosity and intrigue. What could have happened if things were different? It's impossible to tell, but Taehyung's words make me wonder nonetheless.

"What do you mean?" I ask. "What club?" confusion must be written all over my face as he studies me.

"A nightclub. You wore a sexy, short, red dress. The night I danced with you but had to leave because of my sister's call_"

"Wait, what?" My head is spinning at my boyfriend's words. "We danced? I never saw you there!" I try to remember the night, I would've noticed him, but the only memory I have is,  "I danced with Jimin_"

His eyes widen as he also realizes what in that night happened between his best friend and me.

Shit.

Shit.

I was hit with a sudden realization. The man I had danced with at the club had the exact same fragrance as Taehyung, the person I love. Jimin's scent, on the other hand, was much sweeter. As I heard the deep groans coming from Tae, I couldn't help but notice that they sounded eerily similar to the man in the club. However, Jimin's moans were much lighter and a bit higher-pitched. The thought of it couldn't be ignored -- could it be possible that the man in the club was Taehyung?

I am taken aback and my mind races as I try to process what he says. "Wait, what?" I attempt to pull away from him, but his grip remains firm. "You mean to say that you were the one I was dancing with all along? The one I was drawn to from the very beginning? Your captivating aroma has been haunting me in the most pleasant of ways! Are you aware of that?" "You were supposed to be the one and not Jimin." A solitary tear trickles down my cheek as the realization dawns on me. "It was you all along, the one I've been searching for without even knowing your face!” "You!"

I slowly reach out and place my fingers delicately on his cheeks, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my touch. As I do so, I notice a subtle change in his expression - his eyes soften, and the corners of his lips turn up ever so slightly. I take a moment to appreciate every detail of his face, from the sharp angles of his jaw to the curve of his lips.

"You," I whisper, my voice barely above a breath. It feels like I've been waiting for this moment forever, and yet I'm still a little surprised to find myself here with him. "Kim Taehyung, I've always wanted you." The words spill out of me before I can even think to hold them back, and I watch as the sparks light up in his eyes, dancing with excitement and joy.

And then, just as suddenly, I see a glimmer of something else - a drawing tear on the edge of his eye. It's a small thing, barely there, but it's enough to make my heart ache with emotion. Here we are, on the cusp of something new and beautiful, and already I can feel how much this means to both of us.

My eyes lock onto his, and I feel electricity run through me. "I finally found you!" I manage to gasp out, my voice betraying my urgency. In an instant, Taehyung's arms encircle me in a tight embrace.

"It was meant to be. We were meant to be," he whispers. As we gaze into each other's eyes, I feel his lips crash onto mine in a passionate, fiery kiss. I am lost in the moment, consumed by the raw intensity of our connection. Our bodies move in sync, every touch sending shivers down my spine. The kiss is tender and urgent, a desperate confession of our love for each other.

Our movements grow more frantic as the kiss deepens, our bodies writhing with desire. It's as if time stands still as we give in to our passion. Every touch, every caress, is filled with an overwhelming love that burns almost unbearable.

He lifts me with his strong arms, never breaking our passionate kiss. With a confident stride, he carries me over to the luxurious round bed; our bodies pressed closely together. As we approach the edge, he sets me down gently, his hands lingering on my waist. With a skillful touch, he slowly unzips my robe and slides it off me, leaving me in my thong. My breasts are naked, and to his surprise, his dark eyes widen.

"Fuck, sugar." He leans down to kiss the swell of my breasts. I arch my back at the sensation of his warm mouth when he sucks on my sensitive nipples. "You are so beautiful."

I lay down on the soft satin blankets while I watch him take off his clothes, leaving only his boxers on. Taehyung kisses my ankle to my knees and thighs, up to my stomach and breasts until he reaches my neck and finally my lips. His fingers easily find my already clenching wetness as he puts a finger inside. A deep groan resounds from his chest. “Already so wet for me.”

My hips grind automatically, eager for more. He thrusts another finger inside me, and I almost jolt at the sensation. “Tae, please.” I moan, “I need you!” A smirk crosses his face. He takes off his boxers and sits on his knees, aligning himself to my entrance. Our eyes say more than words could ever do, and that's when he pushes so torturing slowly inside of me—inch by inch as if he's savoring every second of this moment.

I am overwhelmed and full to the brim. He pauses and leans down, his lips brushing mine in a tender kiss. It is a kiss that speaks of devotion, endless love, and promises that will last forever. At this moment, we are completely and utterly consumed by each other. He is mine, and I am his.’

Our love-making is a dance, a sensual exchange that takes us to heights we have never reached before. Every touch, every caress, every whispered word is perfect, as if we are two halves of a whole. It's like a puzzle of thousands of pieces coming together, creating a beautiful portrait. Our hearts beat as one, our breaths in sync. It is the most intimate, the most magical moment of our lives.

The sound of our skin colliding together, mixed with our moans and groans, fills the room with a sensual melody as we reach our high. Taehyung disconnects our lips, looking at me, sweaty and crimson, “Marry me, Crystal Miller.” he says, and my eyes widen.

“You are aware that you're still balls deep inside of me, right?” I remind him. My heart is beating uncontrollably.

“This is what I want to be, forever.” I playfully slap his back at his cheeky comment, “Or do you want me on my knees?” He grins as his tongue glides along his full lips. “I would also love that as much as this.” A hard thrust coming from him makes me slap him harder on his back. Laughter fills the air.

When he pulls out of me, leaving me feeling empty, he stands up and walks to his tuxedo. He pulls out a blue, velvety, tiny box. His steps are audible on the floor as he comes back to me, kneels down naked, “Crystal Miller, my love, will you marry me and accept me the way God sent me to this earth?” Although funny, I can't help but shed tears at his proposal as a wave of happiness fills my heart.

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Always and forever, yes, Taehyung Kim.” I jump up, naked, and embrace the man I love after he puts a Rubin ring on my finger.

“I love you, my love, my panda, my fiance.”

“I love you.”

The end

After two long years, I have finally completed my story. It's an overwhelming feeling, a mixture of happiness, sadness, and emotion. I'm grateful for your unwavering support and patience throughout this arduous journey. I am proud of the fact that my writing was able to evoke such a wide range of emotions from you - from laughter to tears to anger. Your reactions have filled me with pride and love, and for that, I cannot thank you enough. These words feel inadequate to express the depth of my gratitude. Just know that I appreciate you immensely, and I love you dearly.I will mis Crystal and Tae.

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