She smiled, and looked at me, eyes lighting up. She didn't say anything, instead nodding a few times. I smiled back, and stood, as she took her last bite of cake, and swallowed her coffee down.

•°•♡•°•

I thought he'd never ask. Honestly, that was why I'd stopped here after my appointment. I'd ended up having to get some tests done, as well as some scans, which really did cause me to have to find someone to cover my shift. I'd get the results in a day or two.

Of course, I couldn't tell him all that, so I just told him what I did and he had no reason to question it.

I got up, taking my cup to the trash, and my plate to the counter. I happened to meet Jimin's gaze as I set the plate down, and he was smiling. I could only imagine what he must be thinking.

"Bye Soo Ah," he called. "Have a good afternoon."

I waved, turning to Taehyung who was also looking at Jimin, eye's narrowed dangerously. Jimin just smiled bigger.

"Asshole," I heard Taehyung mutter as we headed for the door. He opened it for me, letting me out ahead of him and following closely behind me, as we turned left to walk towards his house.

It was wet out, the rain having just stopped. There were puddles everywhere, and I had to pay attention so I didn't step in any, because I didn't want to track the rain into Taehyung's house.

Neither one of us spoke as we walked, and before long, he was unlocking the door, a very wiggly Yoshi waiting on the other side.

I stepped inside and squatted down to pet him, ruffling his fur.

Taehyung closed the door behind us, throwing his keys on the table.

He disappeared into the kitchen, and Yoshi followed. I heard another door opening and I knew he had let Yoshi out the back door.

"Do you want something to drink?" He called.

"No, I'm good."

He appeared seconds later with a can of soda, setting it on the table next to the couch. He re-entered the kitchen, letting Yoshi back in, then coming to sit on the couch. I sat next to him.

It was 2 oclock in the afternoon. I had no idea what we could do all afternoon. Besides, Taehyung had to go in to work tomorrow morning, even if I did have the day off.

He popped the soda opened, taking a drink and setting the can back down on the table.

I tried to think of something we could talk about to help pass some time. I was well aware that he had probably asked me here because of our fwb arrangement, but it was only a little after 2pm, so I didn't think that was something he would be thinking about just yet.

"So, why did you move from Daegu to Seoul?"

He suddenly looked uncomfortable, and I was almost sorry I asked. But he seemed like he was deciding how to answer, so I waited.

"My father got offered a job here. I could have stayed in Daegu, and lived with my grandparents, but at that age, I was excited to see what Seoul was like, so I came with them."

I could understand that. Seoul was exciting, and so many people loved it here for that very reason.

"I guess you liked it enough, since you stayed. Do your parents still live here, in Seoul?"

The color drained from his face, and I knew I'd stepped over a line I didn't even know was there. He swallowed thickly, his hand clenching into a fist next to his thigh. I saw a vein pop out in his neck as his jaw clenched, and I wished I could take back my question.

"My parents are dead," he said tonelessly. "They died almost 3 years ago."

My breath caught in my throat. I closed my eyes, hating myself for asking him. I had no idea.

"I'm sorry..." I whispered. "I didn't know."

His shoulders relaxed, but just slightly.

"Remember when I asked you why you like the rain?"

I nodded slowly. I did remember that, because after I'd answered him, and then told him that the rain can wash away your sadness, he'd said that sometimes the rain washes away your happiness. I had wondered what he meant by that since he'd said it. I had a feeling I was about to find out.

"My parents, and younger brother and sister, were killed in a car accident. It happened during a bad rain storm."

It felt like my heart had stopped beating, and was being squeezed tightly in a vice. It was suddenly hard to breathe. Tears filled my eyes, and I felt a chill wash over me.

"My parents died instantly. My brother and sister died waiting for the paramedics to arrive. They probably wouldn't have made it anyway, they had severe internal injuries."

I didn't know what to say, so I stayed quiet. My heart ached painfully.

"Not very long after that, my grandmother got caught in a heavy storm trying to get all the animals into the barn so they didn't get frightened and take off. She got sick, but didn't let on how bad it had gotten. My grandfather didn't know, he was getting older and didn't get around well, so he only knew what she told him. She waited too long to go to the dr. When she finally did, there wasn't much they could do."

He was staring at the floor. I remained silent, not wanting to interrupt him in case he wasn't finished.

"My grandfather died shortly after my grandmother, I'm pretty sure of a broken heart. Drs. said it was just old age, but they're wrong. He hadn't been without my grandmother for 65 years. He missed her, and that's why he died."

I just wanted to put my arms around him and hold him. Comfort him.

"Then of course, Yoshi took off during that storm. Thanks to you, I got him back. But it doesn't change the fact that the rain was the reason he got out the door in the first place. Needless to say, I really hate the rain."

He looked so torn, hurt, incomplete. I understood why he hated the rain, and I couldn't blame him one bit.

"Taehyung..." I reached for his hand, taking it in mine, folding my fingers through his, feeling his grip tighten.

His eyes met mine, shiny with tears, and I knew my face couldn't hide the heartache I felt for him. I didn't want to offer comfort he didn't want, I was afraid it might cause him to withdraw. He seemed to have a need to always appear strong. I didn't want him to think I saw him as weak.

But seconds later I knew that comfort was exactly what he needed.

"I miss them so much Soo Ah, it hurts," he said brokenly. "It hurts all the time."

The tears overflowed his eyes, and his grip on my hand weakened. He was giving in to his grief, and it made me wonder if he ever had. Had he been keeping this all inside this whole time?

He leaned into me, and I moved closer, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him against me.

This man, who was probably almost a foot taller than I was, suddenly seemed so small as I held him. He had his head tucked against my neck, his arms around my waist, his body shaking as he cried.

And I silently cried with him.

He wasn't an asshole.

He was sad, and hurt, and lonely. He was broken.

A few minutes had passed, and I sensed a change in his mood. His lips were pressed against my neck, his hands now spanning my waist, and I was very aware of how his breathing had changed and his heart rate had picked up.

He dragged his mouth along my jaw to my chin, his lips finding mine and kissing me with an intensity I hadn't felt before. My hands weaved into his hair, and I kissed him back, not sure if it was a good idea, but unable to resist his lips.

He was hurting right now, and this may be his way of trying to push the hurt aside, pretend it isn't there. Whatever it was, I wouldn't stop him.

His hand moved to my hip, then my thigh, and he slid it underneath my knee, lifting it and pulling my leg across his lap, pulling me so that I was straddling his hips. I felt his fingers slide under my shirt, up my back, and I shivered at his touch, wanting more.

My lips moved from his, brushing his cheek, and I felt the wetness there from his tears. I kissed it away, moving to the other side as he clung to me, and at that moment, I would have done anything to take his pain away.

He stood, wrapping my legs around his waist as my arms tightened around his neck. At least he hadn't thrown me over his shoulder this time.

He went up the stairs, carrying me like I was nothing, and gently let me down, my feet touching the floor as I released my arms from around his neck.

He stepped back, and pulled his shirt over his head, and I mirrored his actions, removing my own and dropping it on the floor. We continued to get undressed until neither of us had a stitch of clothing on, and he reached his hand out for mine, pulling me close to him.

"This is just sex, Soo Ah. Nothing more. No matter how it seems, no matter how I look at you, or touch you, it doesn't mean anything. I don't feel anything. Don't forget that."

I nodded, feeling the need to clarify the same thing, to let him know that I had no feelings for him, and I never would.

"I agree. It may seem like there's more to it at times, but there isn't. There never will be."

Now that we had gotten that clear...

He backed towards the bed, and when he got close enough, he sat and moved back, his hand sliding from mine, lying back so his head was resting on his pillow. His eyes never left mine.

I held his gaze, but not for long. I couldn't stop myself from taking in his body, from head to toe. It wasn't the first time I'd had the chance to do so, but it was the first time I did. Just because I wasn't allowed to feel anything, didn't mean I couldn't appreciate how unbelievably sexy he was.

I climbed onto the bed, moving to straddle his hips, and I watched his adams apple bob when I lowered my body, making contact with his. I moved, letting my wet heat slide along his erection, and his ragged groan was all the encouragement I needed.

I raised up, reaching down to wrap my fingers around his throbbing cock, moving him into position, and before I realized it was happening, his hands had grabbed my hips, pulling me down onto him, his solid length sinking into me.

I gasped in surprise, but it quickly turned into a moan of pleasure as he pressed his hips up, pulling me tighter to him, filling me up so well. His hands moved up my sides, around, to cup my breasts, and I let my head fall back as he rolled my nipples between his thumb and index finger, an invisible force pulling at my insides, drawing towards the center to pool in a bubble of heat, ready to burst at any moment.

I rode him like my life depended on it, bouncing up and down at a pace that had me gasping for breath long before I wanted to be. But I wouldn't have lasted much longer anyway, I could feel that bubble growing, wobbling precariously, on the brink of exploding and I rocked my hips a bit, sending myself over the edge.

He followed right after, our cries mingling together as we reached the point of ecstasy we'd both been striving for. I trembled as my body tingled, my muscles taut, my hands gripping his as I fought to stay upright, the only thing holding me there being him.

Finally, after several minutes, he lowered his hands, bringing me down with them so that I was lying on top of him. My head rested on his shoulder, and I struggled to catch my breath, hearing him doing the same.

He released my hands, his coming up to rest against my lower back, thumbs gently rubbing circles in my skin. His hands were so warm, and it made me realize that I was suddenly chilly, wanting nothing more than to be folded in his arms, to feel his body heat as it seeped into me.