Taehyung's pov

Jungkook fell asleep before we arrived at our building. I knew he was exhausted after the events of the day, so I decided to let him sleep. I eased open the door, lifting him out and carrying him up to the condo. He was like fit in my arms, with his head resting on my shoulder. I found myself unable to look away from him as the elevator whisked us upward. Once in his room, I laid him on the bed, unsure what to do about his dress. He roused a little, and with my encouragement, we managed to get the dress off him, then he fell back, already asleep.

I crouched beside the bed, taking in his sleeping form. Lace that matched his dress, covered his chest, a triangle of the same silk hid his untouched sex from my eyes. Although I had always thought he wasn't my type, to my surprise, I found the delicate curves and dips of his feminine body sexy. I traced a finger over his collarbone, down his stomach. His skin was like satin under my touch. He shivered in his sleep, curling up on his side, mumbling something incoherent. he bent and curled his toes, resuming his sleep.

I shook my head at the weird thoughts I was having regarding Jungkook. Today had been filled with emotions I rarely, if ever, felt. I knew, without a doubt, it was because of the man in front of me. Still, I didn't understand why.

My body stirred at the sight of him, and a fresh wave of shame hit me. I shouldn't be ogling him while he slept, no matter how appealing he looked in his half-naked state. I removed my shirt and make Jungkook wear it and hastily, dragged up his duvet to his chin and switched off the light.

After I showered, I looked in the mirror at my reflection, lots of emotion i have never felt or had kept buried, now are coming up to the surface maybe because of Jungkook.

I shuddered, dropping my towel on the floor. I dreaded the conversation. Crossing the room, I opened my door wide and slid into bed, a strange yearning drifting through my head.

Wishing he were lying there, waiting for me

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I WAS SITTING AT THE counter, having my hot chocolate when he came downstairs Sunday morning. He fixed himself a mug of coffee- I could sense his stolen glances as he waited for the Keurig to perform its magic.

"What?" I sighed.

"I fell asleep."

"You were exhausted."

"I woke up in my bed. With my dress off."

I arched my eyebrow at him. "It is customary for a husband to carry his wife over the threshold and remove her or his wedding dress the night they are married, I believe."

Deep crimson flashed across the top of his cheeks, highlighting the delicate bones.

I grinned and shook my head. "You helped me, Jungkook. You fell back asleep; I covered you up and left the room. I thought you might be uncomfortable otherwise."

"Oh."

He sat beside me, and sipped his coffee before noticing the wrapped package on the counter. "What is that?"

I pushed the box toward him.

"A present."

"For me?"

"Yes."

I discovered he was a ripper-no gentle peeling back of tape and carefully removing the paper. he grabbed at the corner and tore it off with the glee of a child on Christmas morning. It brought a small smile to my face. he stared down at the box.

"What?" I smirked at his confusion.

"It's a waffle iron."

"You said you wanted one so I got it for you. Like a wedding gift." I chuckled.

He lifted his gaze to mine. "The gift I wanted costs no more than a small piece of your time."

He was wrong on that. I knew what he wanted, what I had promised in order to get him to marry me.

"You won't let this go, will you?"

"No. You know my story. I want to know yours." he lifted his stubborn chin, the cleft standing out. "You promised."

My mug hit the granite with a little too much force. "Fine."

"I already told you i have not too much to say about my past the cold nature is like it runs in my blood i have this kind of personality form childhood. my appa and papa has always been the ideal couple for me and Jimin. we have everything that a normal child would have, but there was time when i feel insecure or unwanted.

i was a nerdy type in high school not wanting to gather much attention. i used to get bully too not too severe but those comments were enough to make me fell insecure, although Jimin was always there for me. soon i make some friends i thought they were real but they just got to know i was the son of Kims resulting them to befriend me. i started to go for outing, party and nightclubs."

"Sounds like the night time version of you" he said teasingly.

"well quite right ... papa and appa used to be busy in the company and restaurant works. everything was still quite alright. then i fell in love or so i thought. she was pretty, witty, classy"

"the true version of the girl you like." Jungkook cut in middle.

"Kind of. she used to drop hints or flirt with me and who was i to step back after about a month she suddenly proposed me and i accepted too happy to see anything beside it. At starting our relationship was too good, i first time in my life started to open up agreeing to bend my personality for someone..... but later on i started to feel distant and out of touch, as if she wasn't making the effort to make time for me or our relationship, i started to feel unheard and it increased in agreeing to meeting for a dinner date but never showing up for another hour or rain-checked . Or when i ask her to accompany me to an event that's too important she would end up delaying or riddling with lies. rather than doubting her i started doubting on me , my insecurities increased still hoping the situation will be better if i work on myself."

Jungkook began to worry the inside of his cheek, not saying a word.

I stood, pacing around the room, my stomach in knots as I allowed myself to remember

"I tried. I tried so hard to get her to love me. I did everything I could do to make them, my girlfriend and friends notice me that was the feeling i hate where i feel too desperate to get someone care, attention like too weak and begging for just a single spare of others."

He made a strange noise low in his throat, bowing his head for a moment. His reaction struck me as odd. He seemed so upset.

"this was all going on when i have to go out of country for site visiting with appa. After a week when i returned planning to surprise my girlfriend and proposing her to move in with me i caught her having sex with my so called best friend of that time, i got hurt I was just a mere dare that they all played and my feelings were crushed, my heart and trust were shattered just because I was rich they played with me..... thus making me to change into the version of myself you see today."

"Is that how you made your lifestyle?"

I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling the slight dampness of stress lingering

"I never wanted the life that is-frivolous and wasteful on someone else can't afford to be that weak again. I enjoy working and knowing I can survive on my own. I am beholden to no one, this thing makes up the real me you see today"

Again, he bowed his head, his hair falling forward and covering his face. I sat down beside him, and faced him straight on.

"Hey. Look at me."

He lifted his face. His cheeks were wet with tears, his eyes wide, and his hands clutched the cushions of the sofa so hard his knuckles were white.

"Why are you this upset?"

To be continued.........

sharing their past with each other....
Would it change anything or they will resume their life like nothing happen????