WARNING: the following text contains mature content

Stunned, I abruptly straightened myself up in the bed, whirling around to stare at Taehyung. "Move in? You mean, like here? At your place?" I asked in disbelief.

He looked up, folding one arm and placing it under his head as the outer corner of his lips tugged upwards in a small smirk. "Um, yeah," the smirk quickly grew into a grin. "I mean, I can get another place for us if you don't like this one," he shrugged nonchalantly.

"Oh." was all I could say as my thoughts were using my brain as a punching bag.

His eyes drifted off towards the ceiling and he let out a sigh before sitting up next to me, taking my hands in his and resting them on his lap.

"What I wanted to say was, I want us to start living together," he gave a soft smile, causing my fragile heart to flutter in my chest. His gaze dropped to my knees. "If that's what you want, too."

Completely flabbergasted, all I could do was stare at him speechless.

"What do you think?" he glanced up, large puppy eyes scanning my face for any sign of my upcoming answer.

His long slender fingers gave my palm a light squeeze, his eyes sparkling with hopefulness.

"Um," my lips caught my lower lip anxiously. "To be honest, Taehyung, I'm not sure what I think." Well, wasn't that the truth.

"Why not?" his eyebrows dipped slightly, a disappointed look painted over his face.

"I- I don't know. I've lived alone for so long and this would be a big change for me. Moreover, do you really think we're ready for this?" I questioned, feeling his grip on my hand loosening up a bit. His face fell.

"You think that it's too soon, don't you?" he asked in a quiet voice. "I suppose you're right. But I want to make this work so much. I'm just going with what my heart is telling me right now," he gave a crooked smile, taking my hand and pressing my palm against his chest.

I shuddered upon feeling his heartbeat under the thin fabric of his shirt.

"I-" I let out a soft groan. "I have to think about it." As a matter of fact, I was being completely honest. As much as I loved spontaneity, I didn't want to rush into things without thinking them over, and this was a really, really big decision to make in the blink of an eye.

He nodded in understanding. "I get that, really, I do. So here's what I'm suggesting," he suddenly scooted over to the edge of the bed and hoped off, scurrying towards one of the shelves on the wall and grabbing a small object from there. "I'll give you this," he sat down next to me, took my hand and put something cold and metallic in it. A key. "You can come and leave whenever you want. Let's try this for a while, maybe if you spent some more time here it will be easier for you to figure out whether you want this or not. I don't want to force anything on you." he gave a shy smile.

Bewildered, I stared down at the key in my hand as if it were poisonous. My thoughts raced. What Taehyung was suggesting wasn't a bad idea, at least this way I didn't feel pressured to make a decision I wasn't ready to. Also, this may be good for us, help us develop our relationship. Maybe work out whatever issues he seemed to be dealing with.

I wanted to be with him. I wanted to make him happy, and truthfully, when all of the tension subsided finally, I was struck by the realization that I felt extremely guilty for mindlessly kissing Jimin back that one time. I desperately wanted to make it up to Taehyung somehow, to make him happy.

I took a deep breath in. "Yea, okay."

His eyes rounded and a face-splitting grin painted over his lips. "Really? You want to give this a try?"

A small chuckle I didn't expect escaped my mouth as my heart fluttered at his pure excitement. "Yes, I do. I want to move forward with you, Taehyung. Let's try this."

All of a sudden, he grabbed me by the hand and pulled me closer, enveloping me in his embrace. He cupped my cheeks, coffee brown orbs peering at me as his eyelids fluttered. "Welcome to your new home." he said before colliding our lips in a sensual and passionate kiss.

***

Around three weeks passed since Taehyung had asked me to spend more time at his place. I still swung by my apartment once or twice a week to grab something, but I hung out primarily at his place. The fact that he had left me the choice to go back to my place any time I wanted really made it easier for me to consider the idea of us really moving in together. He had given me the freedom to make my own decision, instead of making me rush into things.

During that time, he showed no signs of the unpredictable and unstable person I had witnessed spiral into a nervous breakdown three weeks ago.

I was glad for that. We spent most of our evenings at his place and honestly, it was wonderful. He was caring and affectionate, finally having broken out of his shell. Once or twice, we had ended up staying all night and just talking till the morning. I enjoyed my time with him and getting to know him, the real him. The truth was, I was beginning to fall deeper and deeper in love with him with each day that passed.

Perhaps that intense meltdown would end up to be a milestone in our relationship. Perhaps it would reinforce our bond, make us stronger than before. Maybe it would really be for the best.

On another note, Taehyung had given me little to no information about the situation with the photos of us being intimate, only that it was 'being dealt with', as he had stated. He had assured me that I had nothing to worry about. The reporters he had beaten up the other day had probably been too shocked to do anything, because none of what had happened ended up on the tabloids. At least for now.

In the time that had passed, I hadn't seen Jimin even once. Nor Tiffany. Victoria told me she was taking some time off to take care of her health. Truth be told, I held no grudge against her but I kind of felt relieved. Everything felt so... fishy. I knew that I would have to face her sooner or later, and I was interested in what she would have to say when we finally have a talk. Until then, I would try and enjoy my time with Taehyung to the fullest.

As for Jimin, I was uncertain of whether he was avoiding me on purpose or not. I knew I was. Whenever someone had to take part in a task that would involve meeting all of the members, I would ask Victoria or someone else to do it. I couldn't see him yet. Maybe my gut was lying to me, but I had this feeling that he would try to convince me that going deeper with Taehyung would be a colossal mistake. And I would have no idea what to answer to this.

Who cares about Jimin anyway? He doesn't get to have a say in what I do with my life. Why do I even care about his stupid opinion?

Seemed like only time would tell if being with Taehyung was the right thing to do.

***

"Another emergency," Victoria let out an exasperated sigh. "We have to find another hairstylist for today. The one we had scheduled with just called in sick. Why do these things always happen last minute?!" she whimpered, running a hand through her messy ebony locks in frustration.

"I'll see what I can do. Just calm down, okay?" I said, determined to fix this as quickly as I could. I pulled out my phone, surprised to see I had one new message.

"I can't wait to get you out of that tight dress. - Taehyung"

I glanced up only to see him gazing at me somewhere from the other side of the room. My heart rate skyrocketed as a warm feeling coated my cheeks.

"Hey, Y/N," Victoria snapped her fingers at me. "I've been talking to you. Are you alright?"

"Yeah, sure," I cleared my throat, trying my best not to give away how flustered I was. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Taehyung gesture for me to meet him outside. "I just have to take this call, alright?" I excused myself before shuffling to the door under Victoria's scrutiny.

Still feeling out of it, I made my way towards the corridors, texting Taehyung to ask him where he was. Just as I rounded the corner, I felt someone's hand coil around my wrist and someone jerking me backwards, pulling me into a dark, stuffy place I couldn't make anything out of.

The light switch on just as the door slammed shut and I saw Taehyung grinning deviously at me.

"Hey, roomie." He purred in a low voice.

"Taehyung, what the fuck!" I scowled, lightly swatting my fist against his chest. "You startled me."

"Sorry," he gave me an apologetic look. "I just couldn't contain myself anymore. I had to touch you. Do you have any idea how irresistible you look today?" he groaned, his hands snaking their way around my waist.

"You're unbelievable," I scoffed a laugh, cocking a brow in disbelief. "Even after this morning?"

"Babe, I can never get enough of you. What can I say, I'm insatiable," he smirked, sliding my legs open with his, one of his fingers tracing the slit of my dress.

"Taehyung," I gulped, my breathing becoming labored. "We- we shouldn't. I mean, not here."

"Why not?" he husked as one of his hands swiftly ran up to the zipper on my back, gliding it down slowly.

"Well, for one, we're both at work," I gave an awkward laugh, trying to cover up how increasingly flustered I was getting. "There are people passing by outside, almost anyone can hear-"

"Well, looks like you're gonna have to keep it quiet then, baby girl," his deep velvety voice next to my ear sent chills down my spine as he grabbed me by the hair roughly and pulled it down, exposing my neck in the process. "Although I have to say, I love it when you scream my name."

I gave a small squeal upon feeling his fingers running under my dress and brushing against my sensitive spot. "Shh, now what did I say?" he hushed me, his seductive lips curling into a sly smirk and his orbs glistening with lust.

"Oh my god, Taehyung," I hissed, feeling him start to draw agonizingly slow circles around my clit. His eyes refused to look away, drinking me in and how I was slowly beginning to turn into a squirming mess under his touch.

"Fuck," he grinned, leaning over to place a wet kiss on my neck as his sinful fingers continued assaulting me. "You're soaking wet."

I arched my back, pressing my core into his palm as if I was searching for more of his touch but still, he wouldn't enter inside me. Instead, it seemed as if he was focusing on teasing me for as long as he could, enjoying the effect he so obviously had on me.

"Taehyung, please," I moaned out, completely having forgotten that we were, in fact, at work and there were other people on the other side of that door.

"Fuck, look at how desperate you are for me, angel," he whispered, nipping on my ear lobe and sucking on it. I let out a sharp hiss when one of his fingers finally slipped inside of me and unwittingly spread my legs even wider for him. "That's right, spread them for me," he encouraged, his soft lips gravitating towards my jaw and then to my mouth, where they reclaimed mine again.

I felt as if I was going to combust with arousal at this point, wrapping my arms around Taehyung's neck and searching for his lips desperately, relishing in how sweet he tasted. His taste on my mouth, that was the only thing that made sense for me now.

"These need to come off, now," he growled, hiking the edge of my panties and pulling them down hastily. I reached for my dress, ready to take it off too, but he grabbed my hand. "No, keep the dress. I like it," he ordered in his powerful, demanding voice.

I shuddered when he pushed me to the wall, his arms on each of my sides as he continued to shower me with sloppy kisses. Hurriedly, I reached down for his zipper which was extremely hard to do when he was biting on the skin of my neck.

After a while, he finally decided to help me and tugged his pants down. His erection sprung up, straining against me and he didn't waste any time in entering me, stretching me out to the fullest in doing so.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned, throwing his head back. "Oh, fuck, Y/N. Fuck, you feel amazing, so nice and tight," he bit his lip, slamming into me hard over and over again as I tug on a fistful of his soft hair, nuzzling my face into his neck to muffle my moans.

He hummed in pleasure when I sucked slightly on his neck. As he kept pushing in and out of me roughly, I felt my thighs start to quiver around him.

"Cum. Fucking cum for me," he ordered huskily.

I somehow managed to suppress the loud cry of pleasure that threatened to erupt from my chest. Just as I was about to reach my climax, he cupped my cheeks roughly and pulled me in for a deep hiss and I moaned into his mouth as his thighs picked up their pace, ripping my powerful orgasm through my weakling of a body.

"Good girl," he muttered close to my ear before pulling out and exploding on my thighs. Both of us breathing heavily, we looked up at each other, tired smiles painted over our faces.

"Holy shit, Taehyung," was all I could say, wiping the sweat off of my forehead.

He gave me a large grin, handing me a hankie to clean myself up. "We're continuing this tonight, baby girl."

"Don't mind if we do." I chuckled.

***

"Gosh, I'm starving," I complained, rubbing my abdomen as my stomach decided to vocalize its cravings.

Taehyung snorted in the form of a laugh, his fingers gripping tightly on the steering wheel. "I'm famished as well. Especially after today," he glanced over at me, giving me a knowing look and I feel myself start to blush. The car smooth came to a halt at yet another traffic light.

"I know!" I clapped my hands. "Do you want us to get some ice-cream?" I pointed towards an ice-cream parlor I spotted in the distance.

"Okay," Taehyung laughed, swiftly steering the wheel in that same direction and soon enough, we were already parked in front of the place. "Don't forget your hat and your mask," he reminded, putting his own cap on his head.

I gave a small nod before hopping off of the Mercedes and scurrying towards the order window as Taehyung followed me closely. We took a look at the gelato selections, deciding on what to get.

"I think I'll get the Peaches and Cream," I nibbled on my lip thoughtfully. Suddenly, I felt Taehyung becoming tense next to me, his hand darting to rest on the small of my back. I turned around to look at him quizzically, and found him staring somewhere behind the order window, at the two boys that were working there.

"Hey, Tae?" I furrowed my brows, following his gaze. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, everything's fine," he brushed it off, but it was evident that everything was not fine. Even though I could see only his eyes, he looked rather pissed, now straight out glaring at the boys.

"O-o-kay," I said cautiously, still lost as to what was going on. Why was he behaving this way? "What are you getting?"

"The same as you," he simply uttered, waving down one of the boys to order and I could basically feel cold waves emitting from his body now.

"Hey there, buddies." The boy greeted cheekily. "What would you like?"

"Two ice-cream cones and your head smashed against the ground," Taehyung mumbled.

My jaw dropped as I whipped around to stare at him, completely shocked.

"Um, excuse me?" the young boy asked, his eyes going as wide as pancakes.

"He's just joking," I gave a forced smile, all of the muscles in my body tensing up at once as my voice sounded a lot more high-pitched as usual. "What the fuck are you doing?" I gritted my teeth, hissing at Taehyung quietly.

"I don't appreciate someone eyeing my girlfriend like that, buddy," Taehyung growled, his eyes throwing daggers at the poor boy who by now had become as white as chalk. He stepped closer and I let out a sharp gasp, terrified of what he was about to do next.

"Taehyung, please stop this," I whimpered.

"Hey, man, I wasn't looking at her like that, I- I swear," the boy raised his arms in defeat as if Taehyung was holding him at gun point. He was stuttering, stepping back under Taehyung's lethal glare.

"You sure 'bout that, buddy?" he snarled menacingly, his hands clenching into fists.

"Taehyung, let's go," I begged, grabbing him by the sleeve and pulling him back desperately but he still wouldn't budge, not averting his gaze from the shaking boy. If stares could kill, Taehyung's one was pulling him apart limb by limb. "I'm serious, Tae, let's just leave," my eyes were throbbing with helplessness and panic.

At last, he looked at me and goosebumps lined my skin, and not the nice ones. Wordlessly, he spun around and started dragging me towards the car, opening the door for me and practically shoving me inside.

Breathing heavily, he climbed on the driver's seat, slamming the car door so hard that I feared he was going to break it. Without uttering another word, he put the car into gear and revved the engine aggressively, stomping on the gas pedal.

Digging my teeth into my lower lip, I simply observed him with the corner of my eye. What the fuck had just happened?

Did I make a mistake?