I stilled. All over, my body froze, rebuking the figure I bumped into.

Taehyung noticed instantly, his hands reaching out to me.

I inched back quickly, away from the millionaire and into the light drizzle.

My eyes couldn't let go of his. I couldn't help but think that they were hallucinating, creating these idiotic fantasies to toy with me, play with me.

Calm down, Sora. Just calm down.

But how could I calm down?

How could I quieten the screams building up inside of me? That same anger I felt at the headquarters, bubbling up inside of me?

"Sora."

I looked up.

And there was that look. The look which had my heart racing like a sprinter for a finish line, jumping like a cheetah at its next meal.

The look which made me feel alive just by sharing it. On fire, as if I'd have the fires of Hell engulf my very soul, fuelled by the heavenly eyes of Kim Taehyung.

I tried to contain my sudden desires, reminding myself the day of his lowly accusation. "What?" I snapped.

He opened his mouth, then closed it. Opened it again, yet closed it right back.

Disappointment marring my face, I took a step, and another one until I walked past the man, and onto my way back home.

Bastard, fucking bastard for not saying anything-

I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts that a sudden hand gripping my wrist had me whirling back.

Taehyung had a look of desperation on his face. "Sora, please."

I gave him a glare. "What do you want?"

"I..." A pause. "I just want to talk."

An eyebrow raised. "There's nothing to talk about with you, Taehyung."

The man's face crumpled, yet his grip on my wrist hardened. "Please, Sora," he pleaded. "It'll only take a minute."

"I don't want to spend a second with you, prick."

Taehyung blinked. His surprise gave me just enough time to free my hand and turn on my heel, my feet picking up a quick pace to get away from him.

I should have known, however, that Taehyung was as stubborn as a donkey. Hell, that man was as stubborn as me.

Suddenly, I got slammed against a granite-like wall of pure muscle, my head hitting against a hard chest.

"ARGH-"

Strong hands gripped my waist. A low, wavering whisper caressed my ear.

"You leave me no choice."

As if in a blur, my feet left the floor as I was lifted.

"WHAT THE-"

All of a sudden, I wasn't making eye contact with Taehyung's chest.

I was making it with his ass.

"Ack!" I shrieked, closing my eyes instantly.

"That's not a woman's first reaction when they see my ass," drawled the man as he gripped my legs.

"Let go of me!" I demanded, fisting my hands and bringing them down hard on his back.

Taehyung let out a hiss of pain as he started walking. "I will when you listen to me."

I hit him again, this time the small on his back. "I don't want to listen to you, asshole!"

"Well, too bad," he snarled.

I scoffed at his audacity, snapping my eyes open in fury.

Seeing that unfortunate heavenly view made me close them right back.

"Put me down, asshat!" I screamed, stamping down on his back with all the fury I had within me.

"Fuck, you'll kill me at this rate," he guttered, walking quicker as his hold on me tightened.

"That's the bloody point!"

The whole way there I retaliated, screeching and screaming at him as he took me to his apartment.

It didn't affect him at all to my utter disappointment, as he scurried up the stairs and went to his flat door.

Bursting the door open with his foot, he entered the living room, kicking the door close with his other foot.

"Well we're here now so let me go-ACK!"

I was thrown onto the couch, my back slamming hard against the leather.

"What the hell, man?!" I shouted, rubbing my back in an attempt to soothe it. "Do I look like a fucking sac to you?"

He didn't reply to me, instead going to the kitchen.

After some shifting around, Taehyung came back, a wine bottle and two glasses in his hand.

Settling down on the couch next to mine, he snapped down the things on the coffee table.

Getting up groggily, I eyed the bottle of red wine, stealing a glance at the man who brought it.

Noticing, he popped the cork, pouring half a glass for himself and then pouring some for me.

He gestured for me to take the glass, bringing his own to his lips.

After giving him a hard glare, I grabbed the bottle, downing half of the contents in one go.

Taehyung's lips twitched upwards, yet he didn't say anything, taking another sip.

For a while we didn't speak, the void of sound in the room making me feel uncomfortable.

It irritated me too. Prick carried me here, and isn't even going to say anything?

"I should tell you now that I'm not the best at telepathy," I clipped, drinking more wine.

"You're gonna be a great help, aren't you?" The man muttered, swirling the liquid in his glass.

"You can't say shit, Taehyung."

He gritted his teeth, taking a long gulp.

Another round of silence fell upon us both, this time more tense, more aggravated.

I was about to snap at him again when the man spoke.

"I saw the show."

My grip on the bottle tightened. "So did half of South Korea."

"But what you said wasn't aimed at half of South Korea," Taehyung murmured, "Now was it?"

"You're the one who watched it," I said.

"You're the one who said it."

I shut my mouth. Can't argue with that.

"Why?"

My eyes slid to his, raising a brow.

Taehyung took a long breath, exhaling through his mouth.

"Why did you say it? On live TV, in front of millions?"

He sat up straighter, parting his legs in a wide V as he leaned in. "Are you crazy?"

His tone made me want to slap him. But I didn't do that. I only said one thing.

"People do crazy things, Taehyung, when they're in love."

Silence.

Taehyung's mouth parted. Gaped at me as if I'd just murdered his dog right there and then.

His eyes darted to every part of my face, searching for a double meaning, or a negative extension to my declaration. As if checking that I'm still telling the truth.

There was a sudden flaring in his eyes. I knew there and then he's realised it all.

"GODDAMMIT!"

He snapped the glass down so hard I was surprised it didn't break.

"You were genuine."

The man shot up from his seat.

His hands went to his face. "Oh my God."

The little realisation only had me drinking more wine. "I mean, it wasn't a prank or anything."

"For fuck's sake," he murmured, putting his face in his hands. "All that time, all that fucking time, you were telling the truth and then there was me- oh my God."

Irritancy nipped at me. "There's no point now, Taehyung," I snarled. "You still think I'm a gold digger, so you might as well save the apologies."

"No, Sora-"

"Listen, Taehyung," I cut him off, putting down the now empty bottle. "I don't want to hear it, okay? We both know the petty sorries aren't real, so just shut up and let me leave."

The man was quiet now. An unusual quiet, his face a plethora of emotions I couldn't decipher.

He looked...conflicted. As if he was having a civil war within himself.

At this point, I didn't care. I was tired, pissed and wanted to go home. Probably eat that junk the girls got me. Maybe Hoseok's chocolates too.

I was so wrapped up in my own fatigue that Taehyung's voice made me jump.

"You might think that my apologies are fake, Sora dear, but what I'm about to say to you is possibly the truest words that ever left my lips."

My eyes locked with his.

The message, the words he was going to say.

I'd figured it out.

"No!"

I pointed my finger at him. "Don't you fucking dare."

Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows. It seemed that wasn't the reaction he wanted. "Sora-"

"NO!" I exclaimed. My feet took several steps backward. "Don't say it."

He took the same amount of steps forward, his eyes looking all over me. "What the fuck, are you saying-"

"Don't fucking say it, you bastard!"

"Sora!" Taehyung roared.

He made a move towards me.

That's when I lost it.

I bolted, running to the opposite direction.

"What the fuck-"

I sprinted to the nearest room, burst inside and slammed the door shut.

My fingers made quick work of the knob, locking it just when a loud bang!  sounded from the other side.

"Sora!"

"Shut the fuck up!" I snapped, flattening my body against the door.

I closed my eyes. He's lying. Fucking prick, he doesn't mean it.

"Open the door, damn it!"

"No!" I shouted. "Fuck off!"

"Sora I have to talk to you, can you please just come out?!"

"No, no, no, no!" I pleaded, turning around, putting my hands on the door. "I'm saying no to whatever you're saying, okay?!"

His hand made another loud thud! "You don't even know what I'm gonna say, damn it!"

"I do, asshole, and I don't want to hear it!" I fisted my hands. "I don't want your fucking pity."

I was expecting another round of thudding but none came.

"You...you think I feel...sorry for you?"

His voice. I gulped, forcing some spite in my voice.

"What else, Taehyung?" I sneered. "First you call me fake, and now you want to proclaim your sudden love for me? I doubt your little declaration is little more than bullshit."

Silence greeted me then. An eerie quiet, filled with that same tense, awkward emotions, tempted words left unsaid.

"So..." I leaned my forehead against the door, closing my eyes. "Please, just leave me alone."

The room. It felt small, claustrophobic.

Taehyung murmured something. I couldn't hear it.

I sighed. "What is it?" I asked, head drooping, feeling too tired, too drained to do anything.

"I can't."

I turned my head slightly. "Can't what?"

The door shifted slightly, creaking under what seemed like Taehyung's weight in his fists.

When he didn't reply, I snapped, "Oh, just leave me alone!"

"I can't, okay?!"

I stopped.

"What?"

BANG!

"I can't leave you, Sora!"

My eyes snapped open.

"God fucking damn it," he muttered, his voice lowering an octave.

"What-" I started, but he cut me off.

"Please, Sora, just listen to me!"

His sudden mood change shut me right up.

"Damn it, woman, I can't, okay?" A heavy sigh. "I tried, goddamn, I tried so fucking hard to leave you, to get you out of my mind.

"But I can't. I fucking can't."

He hit the door again, simultaneously with both hands.

"I'm sorry. For everything I said back then. And you probably think I'm lying to you again, but let me tell you, Sora, I went crazy when you left.

"I trashed my office. I trashed my estate. Hell, I've even trashed the bedroom you're in right now."

On reflex, I whirled around.

It was chaos. Everywhere, there was something lying, scattering on the floor. His pin board was filled with ripped drawings, torn pages of models wearing his dresses, his accessories.

Even the night sky shuddered at the mess he'd made.

And it was all because of me.

"I'm sorry for being a dickhead. For saying such low, horrific accusations that weren't even true, that I know broke your heart.

"I saw the look on your face, Sora, when I said it all. And I'm not lying when I say that my heart dropped seeing your face fall. It hurt, so fucking much.

"And God, even after that, I knew I had to let you go, to let you breathe without me always wanting to come near you, touch you, feel you."

Taehyung's voice broke as he got out, "But I can't, Sora. Because hell, you're the one person in my mind, going over and over like a wasted song, and I can't get it out, I-I can't get you out of my head.

"Your entire existence to me is drug-like. I knew the risks for wanting you, but I took them, and now here I am, a hungry man, craving for a model working under me, who has four years experience, two adorable nieces, a dry sense of humour and the most exquisite smile to ever grace a woman's lips."

I heard Taehyung take in a shuddering breath. "So just please, open the goddamn door before I rip it off its hinges."

My mouth parted, eyes widening.

Breathe, breathe, BREATHE-

I turned to the door again.

Don't do it, a voice inside me warned. He still said all those things to you.

But he apologised. And in that way which seemed...genuine. Truthful.

My fingers reached for the doorknob.

They turned it.

Click!

I barely took a step back before the door slammed open.

And there he stood.

His hair was disheveled, his face grave, his eyes pernicious, deadly and only on me.

We were rooted on one spot. We didn't dare take a step forward.

My eyes slid to his lips. His eyes slid to my lips.

And maybe it was the hunger that lit up his eyes, or maybe it was my tongue licking my bottom lip.

Because that's when we collided.

We both slammed into each other, like two great stars crashing to make an explosion of starburst.

And those were my emotions.

Like a world full of stardust, of wasted glitter-like nothingness as Kim Taehyung pressed his lips on mine, kissing me in what seemed like a thousand years.

You'd think we'd share something soft, something sweet.

It seemed today that he was more desperate than that. More hungry.

His lips became demanding, as they ordered me to open my mouth.

Of course I did, of course I let him engulf me in his kisses, in his hold as my hands went up to his neck.

His own hands went to my waist, pulling me closer to him. It went lower though, right down to my thighs, where the hem of my dress lined.

It was raised by his hands, hitching higher and higher.

We broke the kiss, our breathing heavy and uneven.

Our eyes locked after we snapped them open.

Taehyung took one look at me and burst into a grin, so wild and malicious that I just stared and stared.

He claimed my lips again, and this time  I kissed him right back, with the same burning desire I feel every time I get the chance to look at him.

Taehyung's one hand went to my back, fishing for my zip.

I knew he found it when I heard it trail down my back, right to the small of it.

The man left my lips and went to my neck, painting a blue-purplish piece of physical art with his tongue.

His hands made quick work of my dress slipping it off to my waist.

A moan escaped me as he hit a soft spot. I felt him smile against my skin.

When my hands went to his chest I groaned at the feel of his fabric.

I didn't want to feel cotton, or whatever the fuck he wore. I wanted to feel skin.

I made to unbutton his shirt, but the hurried designer ripped it open, the buttons popping.

He threw the shirt on the floor, turning to me with a nefarious look.

His chest gleamed, his body lean and corded with the just the right amount of muscle.

Seeing it sparked a burning desire within me.

I made it into daring actions as I kissed him, hard and rough and desperate for more.

Suddenly, I found myself being lifted.

Next thing I knew Taehyung was carrying me, one hand on my back and one under my knees.

He led me to the bed, gently laying me on the sheets.

All that tenderness was gone though when he pounced on top after slipping my dress off of me.

He hovered on top of me, his hand next to my head, his face ever so close to mine.

I raised my head slightly to press my lips, but he tilted back, avoiding it.

"Taehyung-"

He let out a raspy chuckle, his eyeline lowering to my black bra, then slid back to me, eyes darkening.

I gulped, despite the cruel little smile on my face.

"Those trousers aren't going to peel off themselves either," I purred.

The answering smirk I earned had my very core singing.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he slipped off his pants, finally quickening after my whining.

His lips were on me again, savouring my taste, my feel, as he unhooked my bra and tossed it to the floor, along with his trousers.

I was becoming giddy. Too giddy, too full with sweet delight, too drugged with ecstasy clouding in this burning room.

With one layer remaining between us, Taehyung said so himself.

He was getting a little worried, as his finger hooked on my panties. He didn't take them off, looking at me.

Permission, I thought, smiling at him. If I'd allow him. Oh my God.

I'd raised my head and kissed him in answer.

That was the signal he needed, the green light I'd flared for him as he stripped off whatever layers we had bothered putting on ourselves.

And through the night, through the long night, we both burned and burned, sinning as the majority called it.

But I didn't mind sinning when it felt so good, so amazing, so wonderfully insidious.

I was on cloud nine. I was bursting with the purest form of joy.

And it was because of one man.

Whose name which rang in my mind continuously.

Kim Taehyung. Kim Taehyung.

Kim Taehyung.

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