With a gasp, you pull back from him, your eyes opening in horror when you notice that the surface of the water from the lake seems to be rising. And it is rising fast. "Taehyung! Oh, no—"

"It's okay. Come up here," he huskily whispers as his arms find your waist, wrapping them around you before he easily lifts you up as if you are lightweight.

Instead of simply helping you to rise up right beside him, he picks you up and gently takes you in his arms as he climbs back up the rocks. He continues to carry you away from the edge of the lake, not stopping until he reaches a platform made of stone only a few steps away. The platform is high enough from the ground, and it is located at quite a safe distance from the rising water, allowing you to breathe a sigh of relief as he gently lays you down right next to him. Still recovering from the fright that the rising body of water has given you, followed by the relief of finding a safe spot to avoid drowning, you fail to notice that he had taken you further away from the tunnel leading to your exit.

"Are you alright?" he asks you, turning your attention away from your surroundings to look at him.

"I'm fine now," you answer him with a relieved sigh, before chuckling nervously. "But how are we going to get out of this place?"

Looking at him, you don't find any bit of concern in his eyes at your predicament. Instead, he simply remains calm as he holds you close and helps you to sit with him on top of the platform, facing away from the rising water. "I have my ways," he says while keeping his hands on your waist. "Do you want to leave?"

Keeping your eyes locked on his, you question him in return, "Would you come with me if I do?"

Suddenly, for the first time ever, a deep fear grips the insides of your chest when you look at his face and imagine him saying no. You really cannot explain or understand this feeling. Why would you feel so terrified of having to let him go? Why does it seem so hard for you to be apart from him when you barely even know him?

Despite not knowing the answer, you reach out to him anyway, pulling him to you before he can say anything and starts kissing his lips to steal his words the same way he had done it to you before.

"You surely are one tempting little creature," he whispers against your lips as he breaks away from the kiss, though he still keeps you in his embrace, his lips remain ghosting over yours while the electrifying sparks that he had ignited through his touch before continue vibrating in the air around you.

Your mind is hazy with all of the emotions and the odd feelings he is bringing to your body that you feel as if you are dreaming. Or perhaps you are somehow drunk, because you suddenly feel like you are imagining things when the crystal blue lights gleaming inside the cavern seem to shift, moving and pulsing together with the racing beat of your heart and the vibration you feel emerging between your bodies.

"What are you doing to me?" you find yourself asking him, genuinely curious to know why you feel such a strong need to touch him and to continue kissing him.

Pulling back, Taehyung only answers you with, "I've done nothing. This is all you." His eyes are wide, both his gaze and his voice show you that he is just as curious as you are, but he also shows no sign of denying it when he gently touches your skin.

His lips find yours again as he slowly pushes you back until you are lying down on the flat surface of the platform. He quickly moves to join you, hovering on top of you to quickly start touching you through your thin blouse and kissing your lips again with the kind of gentleness that has your body melting into him, only to have your kisses losing their fervour when the nagging voice in your head refuses to shut up.

"Is there something wrong?" he asks as he slowly breaks away from the kiss, as if he can sense your hesitation. Though you quickly shake your head to deny it.

"No, nothing is wrong. I was just wondering—"

"About what?"

"If I'm dreaming," you finally confess to him before biting your lips. His eyes follow the way you have your bottom lip tugged under your teeth, his worries appearing so clearly in his eyes as if he is half expecting to see you hurting yourself that he gently touches your lip so you can let go. Then he quickly replaces it with a kiss, tracing the spot which you had bitten with the gentle strokes of his mouth to take the pain away.

As your breathing grows ragged with the intensity of his kiss, he pulls back and lowers his lips to your throat. "Does this feel like something that would only happen in a dream?" he asks you as he brushes his lips right at the nape of your neck, before he starts going lower, tracing the column of your throat to find your pulse and press a kiss right over it.

"Can't you feel this?" he asks as he nips at the skin, making you shudder at the delightful way he is teasing you. Then he goes lower, down your throat, finding your collarbone where he kisses and licks at your skin. "Or this?" he asks again without stopping his kisses, though you can barely process any response when the touch of his lips only makes you feel high, your mind becoming too hazy to think clearly while your body cannot resist the pleasure rushing down to your core.

Once again, as your head begins to spin, you begin to question everything. Using the very last bit of your consciousness that is still left, you wonder if you are truly have been enchanted by his strong presence. Because what you are feeling now is overwhelming. You have never felt a desire so strong that you simply feel no urge to stop it, only to feel more.

When he finds your lips once more to capture you into another kiss, his hands find their way down to the hem of your blouse and slip inside. An electrifying jolt rises inside your body when the tip of his fingers come grazing across your skin. It sends pulses rushing so intensely between your legs, while at the same time, snapping your mind into attention. Right in that fleeting moment when your hazy mind is cleared, a memory comes rushing through you to make you stay still while feeling a rush of chill running down your spine.

You remember sneaking into the temples back home, finding the library where the old textbooks are being kept safe. You have always loved getting lost in those books, reading through the stories; both from those of the folktales that the Elders have spoken about so much to the history between Earth and the people of the tribe. Once, you had slipped between the racks to find the ones that had been hidden, the books which talked about the monsters and creatures which the Elders had always warned you about.

The sight of Taehyung singing by the lake when you found him earlier comes flashing in your mind. How his beautiful voice had lured you into searching for him, and how his gentle voice makes your chest feel warm, every part of it reminds you of a certain character that you had seen in the old folktales that you had once read through them.

The sea creatures which have the ability to lure their victim by seducing them with their beautiful voice.

Pulling back from the kiss, you look up to study his face closely. While his face seems like it had been perfectly carved like a piece of artwork with how beautiful he looks, you still refuse to believe that he is something else other than a wonderfully good looking man with an alluring voice. You take a moment to study his face, trying to look for anything that might seem unusual, only to find all the best features that a man could ever have.

His sharp nose, defined jawline, everything that had caught your eyes the first time you saw him still makes you swoon and it is simply hard for you to find anything wrong with any of it. You reach up, pulling at his curly hair to make him look at you. The touch draws out a grin on his face, and you breathe a sigh of relief when you see his human teeth instead of sharp-looking teeth that might be able to hurt you.

Pulling him down to you slowly, you kiss him briefly on the lips before trailing down to his neck, making sure that you are kissing his soft skin instead of finding gills hiding under his long hair. A sharp gasp comes out of his lips when you nip at his skin, teasing him the same way he did to you. He pulls away once you let him go, though not without letting the tips of your fingers touch his skin. You can feel his body shuddering against yours, letting you know that he is feeling the same sparks rushing through his body from your touch.

Looking deep into his eyes, you find the only thing that you find peculiar but nothing that makes you want to run away. His eyes are glowing as he looks at you, reflecting the crystal blue gleam coming from the bright lake and the cavern walls around you. As he leans back in once again, you feel him nudging your legs apart while sliding one of his legs between your thighs. There is no need for you to confirm that he does have his legs pressing down against yours instead of anything resembling a fishtail, much like what the old books you found years ago had depicted.

Just then, once your body grows lax beneath him, Taehyung presses his lips right at yours once again, though his kisses immediately grow more urgent as he trails them down your neck, coming a bit firmer against your skin as he finds your pulse to feel the way your blood is rushing through your body the more your heartbeat is racing faster under his touch.

"Stop me," he grunts desperately as he buries his face at the nape of your neck, as if the move can help hold him back from losing control.

"What?"

He pulls back to look at you, showing you his vulnerability for the first time when you catch the sight of his agony in his gaze. "Stop me from going further if you don't want this," he repeats himself, sounding broken all of a sudden as if stopping now would hurt him. Perhaps just as much as it would hurt you.

While his lips are no longer keeping contact with your skin, you can still feel the connection through his fingers that are still running circles on your bare waist as he had somehow managed to push your blouse further upward while you were lost in his kiss.

Perhaps you actually have gotten yourself enchanted, lost in the magical spell that may either be coming from him or from this odd place that seems like a part of a fairy tale. Because no matter how peculiar this situation may seem, and even if you had never done such a thing with someone that you had just met, you find that you really don't want to stop whatever is about to happen.

"How much further do you want to go?" you find yourself asking him beyond the rapid pounding of your heartbeat, suddenly feeling self-aware of how vulnerable you currently are with his body pinning you down and your emotions coming out to the surface, along with the wanton desire that seems to be struggling to be let loose.

"Anywhere you want me to," he says to you with a gentle voice, while the touch he is giving you softens a notch to ease your worries. He looks at you pleadingly when he adds, "I just got to have you, beautiful. I want to make you feel good. I want to show you that I can make you happy."

And just like that, all of your fears that keep getting in the way are silenced, placed all the way back in your mind while your needs come forward to make themselves known. "I don't want to stop."

Your words become the permission that he needs to continue his advances, allowing him to take the chance and let himself give in to his own needs. The moment he devours your lips with his burning hunger, your body lights up, the sparks that have been vibrating between you feel like fireworks erupting around you. Though the only thing that matters at this point is the way your body comes alive, when a wave of pleasure washes over you as he slips his tongue into your mouth at the same time he presses his thigh against your covered center.

The sound of fabric ripping apart is the first thing you hear before you feel his top falling apart. You don't even realise that you have been gripping it tightly, and yet you must have pulled it between your fingers when he pushes you over the edge, causing you to put more force than you had ever intended to. Chuckling softly, Taehyung pulls back to slide his torn top off of his body, tossing it away over the platform and out of sight. He props himself on his hands as he hovers above you, looking down at your face with astonishment written all over his face while your eyes find his bare chest more alluring.

He reaches down and swiftly removes your blouse, leaving you only with the thin fabric you wear covering your breasts. But as he lowers himself and presses his lips on the top of your mound, the thin fabric no longer seems relevant when you can still feel his wet kiss, bringing heat down on your sensitive skin while making your nipples grow hard under the thin cover from the way he is playing his mouth over the covered buds.

While he continues to pleasure you, using his mouth and tongue on one breast while his hand works on the other, he runs his free hand down, finding the waistband of your pants to give it a pull. Your muddled brain can only process one thing at a time as they all happen together at once; the sinful way he is playing with your mounds, the way your hand expertly unties your pants before slipping inside through the waistband to find the source of your heat.

You gasp into the kiss when you feel his fingers tracing down your panties, stopping only once he is met with your pubic bone. He gives you a teasing touch, rubbing across your skin in circles without daring to go lower to touch your folds, but the teases are enough to bring the pulsing needs inside your core to increase, to throb so intensely that your body moves on its own, gyrating your hips against his thigh which is still resting right there between your legs to keep them apart.

"Are you sure that you want me to continue?" he asks you again, making sure that you know what you are doing and what you really want. His question is enough to show that he has been nothing but genuine, that he wouldn't push too much unless you want the same thing as he does.

"Taehyung, please—" you cry out to him while moving your hips again. This time, instead of chasing the friction that you might be able to gain by pressing your covered core against his thigh, you move your hips to guide him to lower his fingers, to help him find where your sweet desire had come pooling so rapidly between your folds.

Seeing how desperate you are getting, Taehyung moves his hand lower, giving you what you want as he slips his fingers down at your folds. He gently pries them open, finding your soaking center before he moves his fingers to find your clit. Each touch he gives you earns a cry of pleasure coming out of your lips, while the slick sound of your arousal coating his fingers becomes the sinful tune that only heightens up your wanton needs, pushing you to roll your hips to the same rhythm as the fingers moving up and down your slit.

"Tell me if this is what you want," he whispers to you with his lips brushing over yours and his fingers dancing up and down between your folds, touching your pulsing entrance with the tip of a finger while his thumb returns to your clit. You can feel him nudging his finger in, slowly, stopping just as he buries himself all the way to a knuckle, and your hips are moving upward to press into his hand, though he is quick to stop you with a kiss, saying, "Beautiful, tell me what you want."

"Yes," you moan softly, writhing back against his touch, trying to take him deeper. You feel like you are on fire, wanton and dirty and unable to stop. Whatever he is doing is only making it worse, and yet he is the only one who can release you from this dark and sinful desire running through your body. "Please, Taehyung. I want you so badly."

Your words snap him right into action. With one swift move, he pulls his hand out of your pants before capturing the waistband and begins pulling it down before you even have a chance to protest. With flurry movements that you can barely catch with your hazy eyes, Taehyung pulls your pants down your legs, taking your undergarment along with them and tugging your sandals off, then continues to free your breasts from their cover until you are laid bare for him to marvel on.

"Beautiful," he muses as he takes you in. Then he tugs his own pants down, finding no trouble stripping himself bare when he had remained barefoot and exposed under his clothes.