Taehyung walked down the last step.

He raised his head, his once blonde curls bouncing slightly.

They were ash grey now. Curled softly, framing that perfect face.

He wore a simple red button up, silky enough that it shone slightly from the light. Black leather pants and boots were his bottom part.

A diamond earring on his left ear trickled down to his shoulder. It tinkled against his neck as he turned his head to me.

His eyes met mine.

I nearly choked on my strawberry.

"Kim Taehyung!"

"He's actually here!"

"Praise the Lord above!"

"God, he's so fine-"

Dozens of men and women hurried over to him, some taking pictures and others generally kissing his ass.

I spied Jungkook's parents among them. Disgusting.

Taehyung looked to them all calmly.

Then raised his hand.

Silence fell among the crowd.

The millionaire made a gesture, shooing them off.

Most hesitantly obliged.

Sir Jeon and his wife were more insistent. I could here them, even from where I stood.

"Yah, Taehyung I have so many things to talk about-"

"Sir Jeon," Taehyung cut him off. "I didn't come here so you'd only talk business."

The man's eyes locked with mine, and I stopped.

"I came here to see someone special."

Sir Jeon chortled. "Oh, Jungkook is right there with Jimin-"

Taehyung clicked his tongue in refusal. "No, not him."

He jerked his head towards my direction. The old man followed and looked to me.

"See? Isn't that someone special?"

I hoped he couldn't see my blush.

Judging by the knowing little smirk on his face, he probably has.

Prick.

"Excuse me, Sir Jeon," Taehyung said. He then flicked his hair out his eyesight and started in a walk.

A walk towards me.

I felt strawberry juice in my hand. Probably from squeezing the life out of it.

Taehyung came over to me, and I realised his eyes weren't black. They were this bluey-grey colour.

As if he couldn't get more dreamy. What an annoying, attractive asshole.

I saw Taehyung stop not two feet away from me.

We both looked at each other.

And just stared.

Handsome. He was so handsome, and it irritated me a fuck ton.

Taehyung's lips moved.

"When I said slay them all, Sora," he said, grabbing a tissue from the food table, "I only meant these idiots here."

His eyes never left mine as he took my strawberry-stained hand. Started cleaning it.

"I didn't mean for you to slay me too, sweetheart."

I was close to choking on air next.

"I-I, uh..."

He'd stopped working on my hand now, all clean.

I swallowed. "Y-you told me to wear it, b-buddy," I stuttered, putting both hands on the table behind me.

Taehyung leaned against it, next to me. "I'm glad I did," he said.

He looked straight ahead as he mumbled, "Because you look out of this world."

I didn't dare look at him. I only thanked him quietly, watching Jungkook and Hoseok come closer to us.

"Taehyung?" Jungkook asked, surprised.

Hoseok looked like a glowing rainbow with his sweater and smile as he spread his arms out. "Taehyung!"

"Don't touch me," he said, causing Hoseok to pout.

"I..." Jungkook fixed his blue silk shirt, raising it to his collarbone. "I thought you wouldn't come here."

I felt Taehyung's eyes on me. "I had a change of mind," he said. "Happy birthday, Jungkook."

The boy's smile was so genuine I thought I'd start crying. He then wrapped his arms around Taehyung.

I sensed the man stiffen, but he hugged him back.

Taehyung broke the embrace. That's when I noticed two familiar French women coming over to us.

"Kookieee," Camille whined, grabbing Jungkook's arm. "The dance is about to start."

Giselle rolled her eyes at her friend. I stifled a laugh.

Jungkook looked alarmed. "I-I, uh," he started.

The musicians started playing. The tune was slow, sultry.

Seeing Jungkook tugged at the ounce of pity I had within me.

But I'm so bad at dancing.

That's when I saw Taehyung's little smile.

Oh, the bastard's enjoying Camille annoying Jungkook.

Oh, hell no.

"As the birthday boy, I insist you dance with me first," I said.

Jungkook looked at me, eyes wide with suprise.

Taehyung looked at me, eyes wide with shock.

"So?" I asked, holding my hand out.

Jungkook gaped at my hand.

He slowly took it, leading me to the dance floor.

I looked back to Taehyung. He was fuming, his eyes glaring into mine as Giselle talked to him.

I gave him a smile in return.

A few couples accompanied us, and we all started dancing.

I put my hands on Jungkook's shoulders.

He lowered his head, probably to hide his blush.

Since he wasn't, I took his hands and put them around my waist.

"Have you never dance before?" I asked him.

He nodded his head vigorously. "But I...I'm really bad at it."

"Don't worry," I said, leaning in a little. "I am too."

The boy was blushing so much it baffled me.

Maybe that's what Taehyung thinks whenever I blush.

I caught him dancing with Giselle just next to us.

He looked glorious.

The way he smiled at Giselle had me furrowing my brows.

Why is he doing that? To her?

Taehyung smirking back snapped me out the thought.

Jungkook twirled me around, nearly knocking me over, but I caught his arms in time.

"I'm so sorry," he started.

"It's alright," I said.

We waltzed around, the music filling our ears.

Camille was glaring at me as she ate a slice of cake.

Bitch.

The boy twirled me around. I went the other way though, and nearly crashed into someone.

Strong hands caught me.

I looked up to Taehyung, lips tugging upward sensually at me.

A woman with the musicians started to sing.

"Strumming my pain with his finger."

His hands slithered around my waist as he swirled me around the dance floor.

"Taehyung?"

I found Jungkook with another girl I did not know. He wasn't looking at her at all.

"Don't worry about him, he'll be okay," he drawled.

I gave him a hard stare. "Look what's happened, now. He can't even look at anyone in the eye."

"Well I couldn't just let Jungkook have you the whole time," Taehyung mused. "I'd rather I have you all to myself."

"Singing my life with his words."

I looked away from him. "You can't have me all to yourself. Least of all here."

Taehyung was silent. An eerie quiet that made me glance up at him.

He was already looking at me. With so much intensity I couldn't help but be lost in him.

I did not notice him steering me around the dance floor.

"Killing me softly with his song."

I did not notice him steering me somewhere else.

"Killing me softly,

I did not notice him take me into another room. Did not notice it click shut.

"With his soooong."

I only felt him slam me against the wall.

This snapped me out whatever I was in as I gasped out.

Taehyung slapped both his hands next to my head.

"Who said," he murmured, "That I can't have you here? All to myself?"

I blinked. "T-Taehyung?"

His eyes gleamed darkly. "I craved for that kiss at the Eiffel Tower, but a little fuck had to ruin it."

I gulped. That gleam was raw lust.

"And now, with you looking like..." his breathing hitched.

"Like..this..."

"Wh-what?" I got out.

Taehyung didn't say anything.

He only closed the distance between us, pressing his lips onto mine.

What?

Shocked.

I was too shocked to do anything.

Taehyung is kissing me.

Kim Taehyung is kissing me.

His lips were soft and velvety, so unlike himself. They willed to get a reaction out of me.

I could only kiss him back.

And that was a damn good decision.

Our lips moved in sync, as if they were made to kiss only these and no one else's.

Taehyung's hands left the wall and took hold of my jaw, curving it slightly.

We broke the kiss, gasping for air.

Taehyung grinned maliciously. His eyes lit up, blazing in hunger.

He ran his tongue over his bottom lip.

"When I'm with you, Sora, all I get is wild thoughts."

My knees threatened to buckle. His smirk told me enough.

And I know you do too.

Taehyung nearly claimed my lips again when the door suddenly burst open.

Hoseok came rushing in.

He saw us both and stopped.

"Oh."

Blood rushed to my face. Oh shit.

"Whatever it is you both were doing, Taehyung better have some French condoms in his pocket."

"Get to the point, shitface," snapped the millionaire.

Hoseok pouted. "Enough about that." He faced me, putting his hand out.

His fingers were wrapped around my phone. "I've got your phone, by the way. It was ringing earlier."

I took the phone, still not looking at the make up artist in the eye. "Thanks."

"Taehyung?" Hoseok said.

"What is it?"

"Don't be a fool, cover your tool."

"Get out."

He did.

I checked the miss calls on my phone.

It was Somi's. She tried calling me ten times.

"Oh God," I muttered.

"You okay?" Taehyung asked from behind me.

I looked back at him as I reached the door. "Yeah, just give me a minute, I'll be right back."

The man looked confused, but I left the room, calling Somi.

"Hello?"

"Anni Sora?!"

Chanja. "Hey, sweetie, is everything okay?"

I heard loud sobbing coming from the phone.

"Anni, it's Momma," Chanja whispered. "She's been beaten up by Papa."

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Hey guys! Finally, they've kissed after nineteen chapters. But what of Somi? Is she okay?

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