“Taehyung, I need your sperms.”
Jungkook requested.

A wave of shock thrilled the handsome boy. He widened his eyes as large as he could do so. His blood turned to ice. And, he couldn't hear anything except his heartbeat. Along with the surprising thing, the latter just said, did bring some annoyance to Taehyung. After all those declinations, he is again asking for the deal, which he never wants to get back again.

His nostrils flared, one of his hands clutching the phone and strangling the device very firmly. The other hand firmly grasped the railings with just as much strength. Taehyung had rage in his eyes, where there was no such point of any concern to not kill this doctor and stab him mercilessly. Even if it meant to be a murder. He was getting increasingly frustrated. He was so visibly annoyed, and blabbered, his every word occupied with poison within them.

“I already explained, doctor. Why can't you understand? That deal was done and dusted.”
He for sure emphasized the last word, to make that clear again.

“Taehyung, I know you are angry, but please listen to me, I am really in need of your sperms—”

Before he could complete it, he was interrupted by an infuriated voice,
“I repeat, don't call me ever again, keep that fucking job and your money by yourself, I don't need it.”

As Dr. Jeon was about to say something, to explain to him, Taehyung cut the call. He was not ready to hear anything. At least, not when Erin is part of his life. He's determined to keep a secret buried deep within, but only Jimin is in on it.

Yes, at some phase of life, he did ask for help, but it's not important. He lives life on his terms, where he would be blessed to have his child by himself, instead of letting others claim his offspring.

He was about to throw his phone far away, but as he raised his hand, he realized how much money he had. And if he tossed this device, it would be a burden on him to buy a new one. Therefore, he thrust the phone into his pocket as such. As he entered, he eagerly sought out his beloved to attend to her with care.

The annoyance and exasperation he felt outside, were replaced with a great scent of tenderness and gratified pleasure in the atmosphere. The change was drastic, and felt so affectionate. As if, the god had the desire to compose his last feathers.

He stepped ahead of him, only to find out his woman, Erin doing pieces of stuff in the kitchen.

Oh, how wonderful she looks now! After their lovemaking, she gazed more beautiful. Her hair morphed into a messy bun, and her golden skin shone the most in that whole environment, her apple cheeks laced with tiny adorable freckles. All these perceptions and faces about her raised his heartbeat and drowned him in his conscience.

As soon as Erin caught him standing all alone in the gallery, she yelped his name which brought him to Earth again. He flinched somehow, yet composed himself again and approached her with tentative steps.

Taehyung stood beside her and her back was facing her. She was quite covered with flour, and some bread things were confiscated in the oven. Oh, pancakes!
Her vanilla familiar scent occupied her surroundings and made him inhale all of her. His mind wandered uncontrollably, unable to focus on any one topic, all because of her.
Shit! She made it so difficult for him.
Out of everything, he engulfed her whole in a bone-crashing hug and initiated to give light kisses on her nape.

Lowkey, she was enjoying the same. There was something about his cologne that had a mysterious effect on her, something she couldn't quite put into words. It was so complicated to introduce.
His unexpected footfall sent shivers down her spine.

In the wake of the unexpected encounter, Erin and Taehyung found themselves grappling with a newfound awareness of each other's presence in their lives. Though their impending relationship loomed over them like a shadow, they couldn't help but be drowned in the enigmatic connection that seemed to bind them together.

As they navigated the complexes of their evolving relationship, Erin and Taehyung began to find glimpses of understanding amidst the uncertainty that used to surround them.

Similarly, for Erin, Taehyung had been so great lately, in the matter of everything. He reveals glimpses of a caring nature hidden beneath the façade of authority. Despite her strict discipline, she couldn't help but notice the moments of kindness he extended towards her, whether it was a subtle gesture of support or a reassuring word in times of doubt.

“May I help you love?”

She adored his honey velveted voice.

“Yeah, just eat my pancakes and tell me how they are?”

They both smiled and couldn't help but to lost in each other eyes. Yes, falling in love is easy, but falling for the same person repeatedly is extraordinary. Moreover, both of them can relate to this quote. During this time, they both closed the distance between them and were determined to fully engage with each other. However, her necklace was not cooperating. It got stuck on the button of his shirt, creating an unwelcome barrier between them.

Taehyung groaned in frustration, oh! how they were about to pamper their kisses. He rotated the strings and soon, it was extracted. With the necklace, Erin also diverted her moves in the direction of working on her food.

Whereas, the boy leaned on the counter and observed her every moment in delicacy. Her way of doing things was incredible.

“Hey, did you sneak a bite of these delicious cookies?”
He asked her abruptly and pointed his finger towards the jar of the item. She made her eyes move in the direction of his fingers and viewed the food.

Erin couldn't resist the urge to playfully nudge his side. She declined his offer and continued her work.
He raised his eyebrows and questioned,

“Why so?”

Taehyung recoiled dramatically, clutching his heart with agony.  The moment she felt some gravity around his question, she couldn't help but burst into small laughter at his theatrics, her chuckle echoing in the whole kitchen.
“Taehyung, I am on diet.”

The time he heard her saying these things, his mind was consumed by a whirlwind of emotions. 'Why' questions gnawed at his conscience.

“Why? You look great already.”

She smiled warmly at his compliment but responded further,

“Tae, I want my thighs to maintain some social distance.”

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Thank youuuu
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- A-nti a-ati a-ati fragile fragile, A-nti a-ati a-ati fragile fragile,
Vibing on this song lately, again! <3
JIYA