Present,

Taehyung gripped the arms of the chair as he remembered all those incidents with Jungkook. Once his life was upside down, and with empty pockets he reached out to that doctor. He does not need to donate anything at the moment, as he has never appreciated anyone else claiming his offspring as their own.

Erin arrived behind him and surrounded his neck with her hands. She initiated to plant light pecks on his nape and inhaled his addictive body mist. In that beautiful and peaceful atmosphere, she loved his perfume diffusing with the air.

Taehyung moaned and whispered her name in a low voice. She diverted his attention from his past to all by herself, without her knowledge. The way she kindled his ecstasy and quickened his heartbeat was truly remarkable. He valued her not only as a writer but also as a person.

“What are you thinking Tae?”

“Nothing love. Well, I read your ‘Her Beautiful Tragedy’. And trust me, it's so amazing.”
The boy complimented the fact. To which, Erin continued.

“Thank you, sweetheart... it means a lot.”

“I wonder, how you are a wonderful teacher, writer and more significantly, a gorgeous mother of all. The way you describe the girl character in the story, being forced by her husband, misunderstood by her parents, felt like it really happened.”

Erin beamed with delight as she leaned in and passionately kissed him. After a brief yet intensely sensual moment, she drew back, leaving an air of anticipation between them.

“I love how you find my book best of all. I am still left with more to learn.”

Taehyung immersed himself in Erin's hug.
He felt the heat of her skin against his, saw it in the glint in her eyes, and heard it in the rapid lubb—dubb coming from inside her chest.

Whereas, her brain turned foggy and she couldn't get oxygen into her lungs fast enough. She was burning on fire from the weight of Taehyung's gaze and the heavy implication behind his eyes, and there wasn't rescue in sight.

Erin thanked God for dim lightning and Asian glow— her cheeks were already flushed from chardonnay—because she couldn't stop the blanket of heat creeping away from the top of her head to her toes. Every time she thought about what happened in her bedroom last week, her womb clenched and wetness pooled between her thighs. There were times he'd been rough, but the other night? He could be symbolized as an animal. Feral. Merciless.

His breath flew across her lips like a dangerous, silky challenge. Daring her to accept the game. Daring her to take him in. Her mind hated over with both memories and fantasies—his hands tangled in her hair, his mouth pressed against her core, her body bowing beneath waves of pleasure. Liquid heat flooded between her thighs, and she prayed her knees wouldn't give out from under her.

Taehyung'sheartbeatt in time with hers.
Lubb dubb lubb dubb
Their mouths moved another millimetre close.
Warning sirens screamed in their head as the inferno raged inside them.

As he couldn't handle the tightness in his gut, he grabbed her hips aggressively, and smashed his dry lips on her flavoursome ones. Her breast collided with his broad and muscular chest. She breathed a moan, and responded to him with the same intensity.

Raindrops descended on the window surface. The velocity of their heartbeats was far ahead of the cloudburst happening outside. In a few seconds, they both lay down on the bed, Erin above Taehyung. She picked herself up and threw her cardigan sweater, god knows where.

Hereafter, Taehyung's phone buzzed. Losing themselves in that heated moment to an extent, where they weren't audible to the ringing sound of the phone. It bustled repeatedly, turning Erin's attention towards it.

“ah—Tae, you have a call.”

Alas! Taehyung was too deaf to hear her statements.
He was excessively ambitious to draw some hickeys on her chest. She skillfully manoeuvred away from him, leaning in close to whisper.

“Tae, you got a call. Go pick it up.”

“Ugh, not now Erin, I want my feast first.” He insisted while sulking and making faces.

Perhaps, the young lady took the device and gave it to him. All the way, he had a long brood face and frowned. The next moment, he saw the dialler, he outstretched his eyes, and astonishment concealed him. He stood up and wore his clothes rapidly. Meanwhile, bewilderment ceased her features. She questioned him, "What happened Tae?"

“It's eomma doctor call. I'll arrive after a few hours. hmm? Take care of Eli.”

Later, he plonked a quick kiss on her forehead fondly and withdrew himself. Erin kept watching him until he got out of her view. Her lips structured into a wide smile. A playful smirk played on her face and contemplated to herself,

“I'm more close, darling.”

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Taehyung hastened his pace as much as he could. His calves hurt so much, but he couldn't ruminate about anything else, other than his eomma's condition. It was his priority. He hyperventilated and breathed heavily every other second, yet was reluctant to put an end to his running. So far, he only reached the entrance. Few more stairs to cover, as the elevator was already damaged.

In a few minutes, he even arrived near the doctor's cabin and approached him with access steps. The heels of his shoes created the steepened sounds in that noiseless environment. The cardiologist's attention was immediately captured by Taehyung's presence.

“Oh Taehyung! Have a seat please.”

The boy did the same and licked his dry lips. The perspiration on his face screams he got a good jog.

“Doctor, how's my eomma condition?”

The latter grinned and spoke, “She is now alright. I'm glad she recovered so soon.”

This brought a smile to his face. A few tears rolled down his cheeks, and he wiped them away. Amidst the flowing drops, he said,
“A very great thank you, doctor. You are such a good person.”

They both shared a good moment since the time his mother had been admitted to this hospital, yes 2 years ago, he was the same cardiologist who told him about the operation.

Suddenly, a question strikes Taehyung like a heavy truck, and he interrogates,
“But doctor, I didn't pay the third instalment, then how's the procedure carried on?”

Though he was satisfied, and contentment occupied his visuals, yet he questioned him, as he was confused. To which the latter replied,

“Oh—that, uh, it was already included in the second instalment.”

It did sound false to Taehyung, however, he ignored that fact and moved on.

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Whereas, in the dark amidst a basement, one already sliced the flesh of someone else, the particular victim didn't have any strength to scream, similarly, he remained silent. The hindmost smirked like a maniac.

“Aww, no worries, your life is going to end soon anyway.”

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Thank youuuu
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-Any guess who that maniac could be?
JIYA!