"Why the ocean?" She asked, heart beating a million times a second as he stopped at the door.

"Because you're my siren." He replied before leaving her alone and stunned into silence.

What the hell was going on here.

The moonlight filtered through the windows, swirls of grey and silver giving the room a mystical feel.

Y/N was sitting on Taehyung's leather sofa, silk robe wrapped around her curves as she waited for him to gather whatever supplies he needed.

What the hell was she doing?

Why did she even agree to do this?

It was something totally out of character for her, she never would've agreed to do anything like this before the accident but since it happened her self esteem took a nosedive and for the first time in weeks she felt like that could change and it was all thanks to Taehyung.

The way he looked at Y/N made her feel so alive, to be lusted over by someone as gorgeous as him gave her that much needed confidence.

She felt desired.

Y/N couldn't understand why someone like Taehyung would be interested in her, she was average at best.

He was the kind of guy who had the supermodel girlfriend, the type with flawless skin and killer curves.

So why did he seem to like her?

Y/N couldn't sit down any longer, she was so incredibly nervous and needed something to focus on and so she decided to explore the apartment.

It was obvious that Taehyung liked to keep his place clean and tidy, nothing was out of place and not a single spec of dust which made Y/N wonder if he hired a cleaner to stop by once a week to keep the place in order. It was sexist of her to think like that, just because most of the men she knew couldn't keep their homes this tidy doesn't mean Taehyung was the same.

The apartment was modern, typical batchelor pad but Taehyung's personal touches didn't go unnoticed.

It was obvious he loved music, the record player and stacks of vinyl over by the glass dining table caught her attention first, she got closer and came to the conclusion that he must like jazz.

Miles Davis

Charlie Parker

John Coltrane

Taehyung definitely had love for the greats.

After studying his vinyl collection she moved over to the saxophone which was placed in the corner just before the kitchen, she had a sudden need to hear him play and wondered how how experienced he was.

"My dad plays, he wanted me to learn too."

Y/N spun around, eyes falling over Taehyung who was giving her that intense stare again.

"How long were you standing there watching me?" She chuckled nervously.

"Long enough to see you admire my music collection." He smirked.

"Sorry, didn't mean to be so nosey."

"It's perfectly fine Y/N, it's only natural to be curious. It's how two people get to know each other right?"

"Right." Y/N agreed.

"Are you ready?" Taehyung asked as he moved over to the window and started setting up his paints and brushes.

"I don't have to take this off right?" Y/N followed, shifting nervously from one foot to the next as she watched him squeeze some blue paint onto a wooden palette.

"Not unless you're comfortable." His voice was gentle, calming.

"Two blue colours?" Y/N questioned as Taehyung opened more blue paint.

"Two different shades, here let me show you."

He approached her slowly, not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable.

"If you feel unsure about anything or want me to stop then please just say, but just know that you're in perfectly capable hands and I would never do anything to hurt you." Taehyung paused, fingers brushing against the robe.

Y/N felt heat flood through her body, the space between her legs throbbing in anticipation as his fingers lightly brushed against her.

Get a grip Y/N

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and gave a nod.

"I trust you." She whispered.

Taehyung ran his fingers down the robe, gently lifting the right side up a little to expose her thigh.

"This is cerulean." Taehyung breathed out, not missing the way her entire body reacted to his touch.

Fuck this was driving him crazy.

Y/N felt her skin tingle with excitement and something else.....something she hadn't felt in a long time.

Lust.

Arousal.

Then something soft and wet moved gently down her thigh.

What the hell?

Y/N opened her eyes, swallowing hard at the image of Taehyung kneeling before her as he slowly ran a brush over her skin.

"This is cyan."

Taehyung washed off the cerulean paint and replaced it with one that had more of a greenish tinge to it.

He glanced up at her, bottom lip captured between his teeth as he moved the brush over her skin again.

"You're beautiful Y/N, has anyone ever told you that before?" His dark eyes were so intense, filled with something else.....something she couldn't quite put her finger on.

"Not often." She answered honestly, not really comfortable with receiving compliments from someone as beautiful as Taehyung.

Did he really mean it?

Why would he find someone like her attractive?

"Well you're perfect.....so perfect." He whispered, his hot breath caressing her exposed thigh as he gently brushed his fingertips around the two lines of paint.

"Will you allow me to continue?" He added, smudging the paints together with the soft pad of his thumb.

"Yes." Y/N gasped, something dark and wild sparked in his eyes at her sudden intake of breath.

It was the single most erotic moment of her life, with Taehyung kneeling before her as his expert fingers created what she knew would be a masterpiece.

On occasion he would pause to rinse the brush and pick a different colour or shade, their eyes would meet and linger.

Taehyung had never felt so aroused, he was happy with his earlier decision to swap his skinny jeans for shorts because he would be mortified if Y/N could see how much she was turning him on.

He didn't want to rush this, whatever it was he wanted to do it slowly especially with Y/N still emotionally recovering from the accident.

Taehyung didn't want to jinx anything but ever since meeting Y/N his desire to create something of his own was intense, for the first time since his brother died he felt his creative energy spark.

He let the brush move over her skin, knowing exactly what he wanted to create.

His siren.

His brow furrowed in concentration, occasionally his tongue would dart out to wet dry lips or capture the lower one between his teeth.

Gently he brushed his fingertips up and over her hip, pushing aside the robe so he could continue the design.

The moment her blush coloured lingerie was revealed to him his breath hitched, she only had her thigh and hip exposed to him but that was enough....more than enough to make him rock.fucking.hard

"Fuck."

"Taehyung."

They both spoke at the same time, he glanced up at her hooded eyes and knew she felt the same.

"Y/N." He breathed out, setting the paintbrush down.

"What are you doing to me." He whispered, fingertips running up the back of her legs.

"I was about to ask you the same thing." Her heart almost stopped the moment his fingers began to caress the skin just under her ass.

"Slow, we can't rush this." Taehyung reminded himself, his lips placing a kiss on her navel before his fingers moved around to cover her up with the robe again.

There was part of Y/N that was grateful to Taehyung for stopping this before it got too heated but then there was another part which felt disappointed because she so desperately wanted to feel his lips and fingers on her skin again.

What the hell was going on here?