His feet padded softly into his room. And quietly I could hear the mild clicking sound of the lock tick closed. All I could do was hang onto his neck with my arms and legs wrapped all over his body.

And judging by how tight he held me, he didn't mind either.

His breath hitched in his throat as he gently laid me down on the bed. His eyes focused on one thing as he slowly took his shirt off. In still silence, the black cloth hit the ground, making my eyes dilate at the scenery before me.

Our breath was the only thing audible to our ears before Taehyung stressed the mattress that I was laying on. Practically using his body as a blanket while he climbed onto me like a cheetah stalking its prey.

I couldn't think.

I couldn't move.

Every muscle and tendon I owned was completely paralyzed under his gaze.

To see the mischief in his eyes, and imagine the things he would do to me. The things that I imagined doing eventually with the love of my life. It didn't make sense.

This isn't who I am.

And allowing this to start happening means I'm going to have to start doing it a lot more often.

And with him.

Suddenly, terror covered my persona, and realization dawned on me like the blinding midday sun. Visions of the past sped up my heart beat once Taehyung's face turned into my uncle's.

The monster that I had kept hidden for so long had started to come out, and it was evident.

I couldn't do this.

"Uncle... please... stop."

Pulling away from the nibble of my ear, Taehyung looked at me wide eyed.

"Y/N..?"

But I couldn't see him. Memories were replaying in my mind and it was simply impossible to push them out. I started to remember my mouth being taped. My shirt ripped in half and the blanket swiped from off my body leaving chills throughout. I was helpless watching all the clothes that I had on taken off my pathetic self.

When I came to, Taehyung had seen a lightbulb and rolled off of me. Getting off the bed with a sigh and putting his blanket over me. I watched him pick up his wrinkled shirt and put it on, obviously devastated.

This is all my fault. Why can't I be normal?

It was an opportunity for others and a nightmare for me. I knew how fast other girls and probably boys would give themselves to him without hesitation. And here I was giving him the worst rejection he's probably ever had.

Why can't I be normal?

Hot tears started to form making my vision blurry, but clearing up with a roll down my right cheek.

Walking up to my bed side he wiped my tear with his thumb and planted a kiss on my forehead. "Y/N, it's not your fault."

Yes it is.

"You've done enough for me."

I was only following the plot scene of a fan fiction.

"If you need anything, I'll be cleaning the kitchen after Jung-min."

That's the favor I'm supposed to do.

He walked out of his room, closing the door behind him quietly almost scared to wake a sleeping baby. Once the door closed, I heaved a tired sigh and dug my face into the pillows.

Even if I screamed I'm sure Taehyung would hear me with these paper thin walls.

Why did I want to it happen so badly, but... not... at the same time. Was I scared of the consequences? Something deep inside me continuously tore my conscience to shreds the more I thought about it. I needed someone to talk to. I needed someone to help me figure out what was wrong with me.

Picking up my phone, I dialed Lisa's number.

*phone crack*

"Lisa," I sniffled, "Are you busy?"

There was silence on the other end for a couple of seconds.

"Did you just sniffle?"

"Well-"

"I'll be there in 31 seconds."

She abruptly hung up the the phone and I knew she was already running towards my door with probably a bunch of tissues and Pringles she stole from me.

Is it worth mentioning that I may or may not have a child running around?

NAH.

I walked out of his room, hiding my face from him as he cleaned the living room, quietly opening the front door for her. "Hey Y/N, Hey pretty boy," Before she resumed to walk towards my room.

Taehyung had stood up and flattened his purple apron, "The drunk K-pop idol is here?"

"Yes, but she's not drunk this time," Lisa hissed back at him, throwing her expensive trench coat on the couch.

Every time she came over it was the same thing, grab whatever we need and straight to my room. In her prepared bag, I could clearly see the box of tissues and the holy tubes of chip goodness sticking out in awkward positions. Taehyung's stare didn't help as I followed her sheepishly into my own room.

"Y/N wait! Jung-min!" Taehyung's voice was quiet and panicked as he ran towards our direction.

That's when it finally hit me.

Jung-min.

We can't wake her.

"Lisa, wait. Don't open that door!" my frantic whisper was much too late and Taehyung's lung towards our direction was also too late. Lisa had loudly opened the door and barged right in almost tripped over a barbie.

"What the-"

Of course Lisa had more shock than both Taehyung and I, but we were shocked too. On the floor sat Jung-min playing with her barbies as she hummed that same song over and over.

"Oh. Are you and daddy done sleeping?"

Yikes, that's going to be a hard one to explain.

It took a couple of seconds for her to register the kid in front of her, and the words that Jung-min said, but it didn't take long. Turning around to face us, Taehyung and I were met with an evil smirk that only Jin himself was capable of.

"Oh I see," her words came out dangerous and low, "I wonder who's been calling Taehyung daddy." I winced at the last word, she already has it all figured out. "And did mommy and daddy happen to need a nap together?" I watched in anguish as Taehyung's apple bobbled up and down in worry, sounding a clear and full of concern gulp.

What could we say? How were we supposed to hide it? And especially after I rejected him what was he going to say?

"And I see you two have been moving fast, you've already got a child." She snickered evilly after realizing how much tea should could spill to the others.

"Lisa.. haha... you don't understand, this is all a big misunderstanding," the beads of sweat on Taehyung's forehead didn't assure his statement, and if anything made Lisa smile bigger.

"You two are going to tell me everything." Pulling my arm and grabbing a fist full of his collar, she led us to the kitchen where she opened the box of Pringles and comfortably sat down.

"Alright, start talking you two, or I'll call Jin over."

Taehyung started nervously, "Okay okay, listen there's a completely logical explanation for this. It all started with the shirt." "Yes, Yes the shirt." I added equally as nervous. "And then Y/N ripped my shirt when she fell." upon hearing those words, Lisa's eyebrows raised even higher. "Wait.. Wait wait. Thats a bad place to start." I reminded Taehyung as I chewed my nails.

"I just want to know, how did she fall? On your lap? Or on your bed? In what position did she fall?" Lisa munched away on her, no I'm sorry, MY Pringles as her never ending smirk told us she wasn't fooled, "You know I'm not going to be fooled by any crap you guys make up right now." Taehyung huffed tiredly hearing her words.

"Listen you have to believe us, we haven't slept together!" I defended. "And technically, I fell on her." he added.

I jabbed him in the ribs with my elbow for making matters worse for us.
"OW.. the point is she owes me some money so I'm asking some favors out of her, so she can pay them back."

Both Taehyung and I were satisfied with how that came out, but apparently Lisa did not. Her eyes turned dark, but at the same time flared a red hot fire that I thought would burn the place down. Any chip that was in her hand became dust as she scrunched her hands into white balls of fists.

"Taehyung." Lisa growled between gritted teeth. "Hm?"

"Are you telling me. That you're using Y/N as a sex slave until she pays her debt?!"

"WHAAAT?? NOOOO NOOO!" We both rang out in defense. I could see the dreaded fear and the life that keeps flashing for the last time in his eyes as the end drew nearer.

"What's a sex slave?"

All three of our heads spun in alarm hearing Jung-min's voice right below us. And that wasn't a question any of us were planning to answer. "Well daddy, since you know so much about it, you should explain it to her." Lisa was making it even harder for us.

As Taehyung stared deep into Jung-min's innocent eyes, sweat dripping off his persona. It couldn't be helped. This was the end, it couldn't get any worse than this.

"Well since you guys couldn't answer my first 'what position did she fall into' question, I'll just ask the kid," An eviler smirk danced on Lisa's lips.

Little Jung-min's eyes sparkled as she evidently picked her brain for some memory. "Mommy and daddy were giving each other goodnight kisses on the couch!"

Let me tell you. That moment I performed telepathy and Taehyung performed telepathy. Even though we both had the same two words running through our mind, it was my first telepathic act with Taehyung. Here's what we thought.

Oh #$%@

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Lol. I ruined the 'mood' in this chapter, but hey at least I finally posted :)

Please forgive me. I was volunteering for a kids camp in Ukraine and then vacationing in Paris. Sorry.

Ehhh.. not sorry ;)

ALSO, I AM SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER. Stay tuned kids.

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