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Turning the marinated beef over in the skillet, savory spices fill your high-rise apartment. Working as one of the main choreographers for BTS has many benefits, and affording a loft apartment in the heart of Seoul was one of them. The floor-to-ceiling windows glimmer with city lights as you prepare a dinner in your modern kitchen that could feed a small army. You remove the tender, thin slices of bulgogi from the skillet and plate them.
Ten minutes.
Seven men come to your dinners with an appetite the first Friday of every month. It was a tradition that naturally formed from the long days and late nights teaching them intense choreography. When you first worked with them for Mic Drop, they refused to quit for food or rest until the dance was perfect. A fast familiarity grew, and, eventually, you pushed them to rest. They finally relented with a bribe of a home cooked meal. Ever since, you’ve made sure they schedule adequate time for meals and rest when they work with you.
You plate the kimchi fried rice, ssam jang, and oi muchim, and arrange them on your large dining room table specifically for these nights. You’ve loved cooking ever since you can remember, the act itself more like a meditation.
As you finish lighting a candle, there’s a knock at the front door. Opening it, you’re greeted by them. They pour into your apartment, and you hug each of them warmly until you get to Taehyung. Over the years, you’ve formed a close friendship but always longed for something more. The more you got to know him, the stronger your feelings became, and it’s gotten increasingly harder to hide your feelings. Your eyes linger too long, your desire becoming unbearable. It didn’t help how good he looked tonight. Hiding your nervousness, you initiate the hug. His arms wrap around you making it hard to think.
“Hi,” he says into your hair. He squeezes you a little tighter than his hyungs, and you hope he can’t feel your racing heart.
“Hey,” you say, pulling away and smiling at him.
“It smells so good,” Namjoon says with a pained expression.
“I’m starving,” Hobi says.
They fill the seats around the table as you uncork a wine bottle.
“Got any Soju?” Yoongi asks.
“Of course,” you say, pulling out a bottle from your fridge and handing it to him. You pour each of them a glass of wine, the city sparkling in the background. Taking your seat at the head of the table, you steady the nerves you always get before they take the first bite.
“Looks amazing as always,” Jimin says, smiling.
As you sip your wine, you watch them dig in and serve themselves. Growing up, family dinners were a tradition, and it was difficult for you to move away to Seoul and leave your family behind. These dinners restored stability and a sense of rightness to your world, helping you feel less alone. The seven men who started out as coworkers have become something much more meaningful to you, now—family.
“How do you do this every month?” Jin asks, eyes wide with a bite of food. “You’ll have to teach me the recipe. I found a new jjigae technique we can try.”
“I’d love that,” you say, smiling. Satisfied, you eat your own cooking as separate conversations pop up around the table.
Taehyung sips his wine next to you. “This is so good I’d marry you on the spot.”
You freeze, nearly choking on your wine.
“Oh please, don’t be coy,” he says. He leans in. “You know you’re wife material. You make good money, can cook, and are an amazing dancer. It’s a little late for humility, don’t you think?” He grins watching you blush.
Too stunned to speak, you focus on finishing your meal and refilling empty glasses with wine. Yoongi accepts another bottle of Soju.
“I’m so full,” Jungkook groans, pushing back from the table. Once conversations fade, they help you clean up. You always try to convince them you can clean up on your own, and they always insist on helping. It’s tradition.
You hug each of them as they leave and make plans to see them again soon. Taehyung stays in your living room. The door closes, and you’re alone with him. Your stomach whirls with butterflies as he walks over to you.
“I can’t do this anymore,” he says, an intensity glowing in his eyes.
You’re afraid to ask. “Do what?”
“Pretend I don’t want you.” He studies your surprise with a satisfied smile as a heat grows within you. “Let me take you out. Tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at seven.” He places a hand on the side of your face, brushing his thumb across your cheek. “Wear something nice.” He doesn’t wait for a response before leaving.
How long has he felt this way? How long has he been burning with the same feelings you have?
You slump into the couch as a pulsing need grows between your legs that muddles your thoughts. Before you can think about what you’re doing, your hand slides down your stomach and under your waistband. Using your wetness to make your clit slick, you touch yourself exactly how you like it. Pleasure builds as you squeeze a nipple with your free hand thinking of Taehyung. Face flushed, you slide two fingers in, tightening around them. Your back arches as your fingers move in and out, giving you the fullness you crave. Small moans escape as you near climax, imagining Taehyung inside you. With a few more deep, heavenly thrusts from your fingers, you cum saying his name. You ride out waves of pleasure, chest heaving, until you can think a little more clearly.
Taking out your sticky fingers, you examine the white substance on them. The residual ache in your body whispers something you’ve always known—you desperately need him to fuck you.
• • •
Adjusting your simple diamond necklace that matches your earrings in the mirror, you try not to think about your heart thumping in your throat. You picked your favorite dress, a red cocktail one that shows just enough.
Hearing a knock on the door, your mouth dries as you walk over and open it. Your heart stops as you take in a dashing Taehyung in a brown leisure suit holding a dozen red roses. His eyes roam your body. “You look stunning,” he says softly, handing you the flowers.
“They’re gorgeous,” you say, inhaling their sweet scent. “Thank you.” You invite him in while you hunt for a vase, feeling his eyes on you as you fill one with water and arrange the roses.
“Ready?” he asks.
No, never.
“Yes,” you say, flashing a smile as you hook your arm in his and leave the apartment. “You never said where you’re taking me.” You push the elevator button.
“First, we’re going to eat at Pierre Gagnaire.”
You gasp. “But how? Isn’t that place booked up for months?” You both step into the elevator.
“I know the manager,” he says casually. “The second place is a surprise.” Your stomach flips. The door opens, and you walk through the apartment lobby as the pretty thing on Taehyung’s arm.
Outside, he holds the door of the black SUV open for you and helps you in.
“How’s your album going?” you ask once he climbs in on the other side.
“It’s complicated but good. I’m calling it Layover. Still working on a few songs, though,” he says, adjusting his jacket.
“I’d love to hear it sometime. Whenever you’re ready to share it.”
He smiles. “I’d love for you to hear it.” He appears thoughtful before reaching over and interlacing his hand with yours. “I’ve wanted this for a long time. Since you’re here, that can only mean you must feel the same.” His eyes search yours.
“I’ve wanted this, too.”
More than you know.
He smiles as his hand tightens around yours. The SUV stops in front of the Lotte Hotel, a modern skyscraper by the Han River. You begin to open the door yourself, but he protests. “Wait for me.” You do as you’re told. He opens the door on your side, and helps you out of the car.
Chandeliers hang from the ceiling, and your heels click against the marble floor on the way to the elevators. You step into one with mirrors on all sides. As the doors close, Taehyung faces you. “You look amazing,” he says, touching one of your earrings. His closeness is so intoxicating that you momentarily forget where you are, your lips parting as you notice his musky floral scent.
The elevator doors open, allowing you to catch your breath, and he leads you to the hostess desk. You follow the hostess to a secluded area with a small table and two chairs. Large windows show a dwindling sunset against the mountains, the city lights glowing off of the Han River below. The soft lighting from a tea light plays on his face as he sits across from you.
“We’ll take a bottle of your best champagne,” he says to the waiter.
“What are we celebrating?” you ask.
“Us.”
Heat spreading across your cheeks, you smile. “Isn’t that jumping the gun a bit? It’s our first date.”
What if it doesn’t work out? What if he gets bored of me? What if the thought of being with me is better than the reality?
The waiter returns and uncorks the champagne, pouring it into two slender glasses. Taehyung looks into your eyes. “I’m done wasting time with people I’m not serious about.” The memory of him being with other people stings, but you had been with others, too. The relationships never lasted long for either of you. “I want love.”
Your heart pounds wildly in your chest. “And you think that’s with me?”
He takes a deep breath. “I’ve wanted you so bad for so long that if it’s not love, I don’t know what love is.” He meets your eyes. “Is that something you want with me?”
His words hang in the air as his eyes plead for your answer.
“Yes. So much.”
He exhales, running a hand down his face. “Good. Because…I think I’m already in love with you.” He reaches his hand across the table to hold yours. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to say that.”
Smiling, tears blur your vision. “I think I fell in love with you a long time ago, Kim Taehyung.” He flashes his boxy smile.
The waiter comes back around, and Taehyung orders for you. When the waiter leaves, a question weighs on you. “Don’t you think we’re moving too fast?” You’re giving him an out to backpedal. To run.
“Is there such a thing in love?”
He’s so sure.
Your smile reaches up to touch your eyes, and a tear falls.
“Baby,” he says, brushing it away.
You shake your head. “Sorry. I think I’m just…really happy.”
“Don’t apologize for having emotions.” You want him to take you right here. Right now. He raises his glass of champagne, and you do the same. After he clinks his glass against yours, you both sip the bubbly drink. The remnants of the sunset fade on the mountains as the city lights grow brighter, sparkling across the Han River.
The waiter brings your food to the table, setting the elegant meal before you. Taehyung releases your hand, and you take the first bites of your food.
“How is it?” he asks.
“Incredible.”
He smiles. “Isn’t it?”
You take a few more bites, savoring the taste. “When did you know?” you ask.
“When I couldn’t take my eyes off you during dance practices for Mic Drop.” He chuckles. “Which was very convenient for me because I could get away with it. And when I couldn’t stop thinking about you when I wasn’t with you.” He looks down. “I even dream about you. I dated other people because they were safer. They weren’t you. I couldn’t get hurt.” He meets your eyes. “But I don’t care about that anymore.”
“I won’t break your heart, Taehyung.” You’re uncertain about many things in life, but this you know to your core.
“Good, because it’s yours.”
You finish your meal and continue sipping on your champagne. The waiter refills the glasses and takes the plates.
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going next?”
A corner of his mouth pulls upward. “That would ruin the surprise, now wouldn’t it?” He pays for the dinner.
“Fine. Have it your way.”
“That’s the only way I like it.” You freeze with your glass halfway to your lips, and he laughs softly. “Finish your drink. I’m ready to go.” He downs the rest of his champagne.
You laugh. “You’re trying to get me drunk.”
“Maybe.”
Holding eye contact, you raise the glass to your lips and drain it. He smirks and stands, offering his arm, and you thread your arm through his. As you walk back to the elevators and get in, the champagne spreads through you. The elevator descends. Facing one of the mirrors, he hugs you from behind and kisses your neck. A heat builds between your legs. You turn to face him, and the doors open. Taking his arm again, you walk out to the SUV.
You spend the drive to the mysterious destination exchanging light touches. He runs a finger up your exposed thigh and plays with the hem of your dress. You put your hand in his hair. He drags a finger in circles on the skin above your breasts. You slide your hand down his chest and rest your fingers on his waistband.
The car pulls up by the curb of a nondescript sidewalk in the inner city of Seoul. You both get out, and he takes you to a concrete staircase that leads to a worn basement door.
“I swear you don’t have to kidnap me. I’ll go willingly,” you say.
He laughs. “Just wait till you see inside.” He helps you down the staircase and knocks on the door. The silhouette of a large figure appears behind it and opens a square cutout with hinges.
“What do you want?” a rugged, stocky man asks.
“The blue owl hunts at midnight,” Taehyung says. The square closes, and the man opens the door.
“I need to see IDs,” he says. You both give him IDs, and he inspects them. He hands them back. “Alright, you can go in.”
You walk through a dark hallway to another door. He smiles as he grabs the handle. “Ready?” He pushes the door open to reveal a boisterous, glitzy speakeasy with a live jazz band. Stepping into it, you feel as if you’re transported back in time. Patrons are dancing freely to the intricate music and spread out around the bar. He leads you to a table for two a distance away from the band near the dance floor.
“How come you’ve never told me about this place before?” you ask.
“I haven’t told anyone about this place.” He smiles. “Until now. It’s my secret. Doesn’t everyone need a secret or two?” The waitress approaches, and he orders drinks. He stands and extends his hand to you. “Dance with me.”
You grab his hand, and he takes you to the dance floor. He spins you, making you laugh. With the aid of champagne, you flow with the music, following his lead. He pulls you close and pushes you away, and you flourish at the end of the extension. You let him twirl you around the dance floor as you match his steps.
He pulls you close again. “I knew bringing you here was a good idea,” he says over the music. You beam at him, and he dips you as the song ends on an extravagant jazz chord. You return to the table where two fruity drinks await and take a sip.
“This place is amazing,” you say.
His eyes shine. “I thought you would like it.”
You both take another pull from your drinks, and a slower, smoother song begins. Taehyung stands and offers his hand. You take it. He leads you to the dance floor, and you sway with him, losing yourself in his eyes. His hand snakes from your shoulder to your lower back, and he pulls you against him. Draping your arms around his neck, you nestle into him.
The music fades into the background, and all you know is his scent, his arms wrapped around you. You think of all the times you wanted him, now knowing he felt the same way all along. Your lips find his neck, and you suck lightly on his tender skin without caring who sees. You pull back to look at him and relish the desire you created. He stops swaying and leans in close, stopping just before your lips touch. You can’t stand his teasing as it brings you to the precipice of losing control. He smirks and closes the distance. He kisses you passionately, your tongue meeting his. Breaking away, he looks at you with darkened eyes. He pulls you by the hand back where you were sitting and tosses a wad of money from his wallet on the table.
Lacing his hand with yours, he walks with purpose leaving the speakeasy and through the dark hallway. You’re forced to take small, quick steps in your heels to keep up. He helps you into the SUV waiting outside and tells the driver to go to an address in Gangnam.
As the car begins moving, he kisses you again, harder. You match his intensity, grabbing the collar of his jacket and pulling him toward you. He traces the slopes of your breasts, and you want more. He breaks away from the kiss. “I’m going to fuck you,” he says, making slow circles on the delicate skin of your inner thigh. “You know that, right?” You nod.
The car stops in front of a sleek apartment building, and you both get out. You pass through the high security entrance and get in the elevator. Pressing you against the wall, he kisses the tops of your breasts. A small sound escapes from you. The door opens, and he leads you by the hand down the hallway. He unlocks his apartment door and holds it open for you.
You marvel at his relaxed yet modern penthouse with white walls and several plants. A grand view of Seoul and its city lights glimmers through large windows. He puts his keys on the counter and dims a few lights. “There’s something I want to show you,” he says, pouring two glasses of red wine.
Sitting on his couch, you can hardly believe you’re in Taehyung’s apartment. You’d imagined countless times what it was like, but this is so much better. He hands you a glass of wine and sits next to you on the couch. “I wasn’t planning on showing you this, but after tonight…I have to.” Your mind runs a million directions as you try to figure out what he’s referring to, drawing a blank.
He takes a large gulp of his wine before pulling out his phone and mirroring his screen to the TV. Sipping your wine, you get a little nervous. He pulls up an audio file. “This is a demo for one of the songs on Layover. It’s not finished, but you need to hear it.” He presses play, and a light piano rolls through the speakers of his surround sound, creating a dreamy vibe. His raw, smooth vocals come in.
Rainy days
I’m thinkin’ ‘bout you, what to say
Wish I knew how to find the way
Right back to you
You hear the longing in his voice. “I hated seeing you date other people,” he says, looking down. “Whenever we were with someone else, it felt like we were drifting further apart. All I wanted was to get back to you again.” He sets his glass down.
“I only dated other people because I thought I couldn’t have you,” you confess. He looks at you like so many things suddenly make sense. As the song continues, you think you know what he’s implying, but you won’t let yourself admit it. You listen.
Don’t tell me it’s over
We can start it over
너는 나의 네 잎 clover
I can feel your touch, I remember your kiss
그 말은 아팠지 and I miss you
“But we never kissed until tonight,” you say.
“Can you miss something you’ve never had? Long for something so deeply that it feels real?”
“What are you saying?”
“It’s about you. The whole album is.” He closes the distance between you, caressing your face.
“I love you, Kim Taehyung.”
“I love you, too.”
You kiss him as he smiles against your lips. You need him. Now. Standing, you pull him in the direction of a room. He laughs. “It’s this way,” he says, redirecting you to his bedroom. It matches the rest of the modern decor with a few small plants and a large bed. There’s a tall standing mirror leaning against a wall.
He pulls you in for another kiss, his tongue running across your lip. His suit jacket drops to the floor, and you unbutton his white shirt that he lets fall. You run your hand down his erection over his pants, and he grunts.
Breaking away from the kiss, he turns you to face the mirror. “This dress would look better on the floor.” Your heart races as he unzips. It slides off of you, exposing your chest and the lacey garter lingerie set on your lower body. “Look how beautiful you are,” he says, squeezing your breast. He sucks on your neck as his other hand slides between your lingerie. His eyes darken. “You’re so wet,” he says in your ear. He presses his erection against you and makes slow circles on your clit. Watching the reflection in the mirror intensifies the pleasure he gives you. Arching back into him, you kiss him and moan into his mouth.
Facing him, he flicks his tongue on your nipple and makes you want his tongue between your legs. You kiss his chest, running your tongue over his nipples as you trail down and get on your knees. His breath quickens as you lick above his waistband. He urgently opens his pants and steps out of them, his veiny cock throbbing with need. Looking up at him, you hold your mouth close to his head to let your warm breath tease him. Pleading with his eyes, he groans and inches forward. You grin devilishly at his torment, knowing how much he’s wanted you.
You flick your tongue across the groove on his head, and his cock twitches. Closing your lips around the tip, you suck while your tongue swirls, and he curses. You take his length all the way into your mouth. “Oh my god,” he breathes as you finally give him what he wants. You suck his hard cock the way you’ve always wanted to for so long, listening to him receive pleasure. His hands tangle in your hair as you take him into your mouth again and again.
He guides you to stand, fire blazing in his eyes. Kissing you, he backs you up to the bed, and you sit down. He delicately takes your heels off. Getting on the bed, he directs you to lay your head on the pillow. “My turn,” he says, sliding your panties off.
His trails kisses up your inner thigh and licks above your clit. You wimper, his teasing unbearable. His tongue strokes your clit as he makes eye contact with you, and you give in to the pleasure. His face looks so good between your legs, his deep brown eyes savoring your undoing.
He pulls back and slides a finger down your clit before pushing a finger inside. “Baby, you’re so tight,” he says, a moan escaping. Lowering his face, he sucks your clit while fingering you. Your body coils as your stomach tightens with the building pleasure. Inserting a second finger, his tongue darts on your clit. With each thrust of his fingers, he gives more pleasure, his tongue flicking tirelessly. Face flushed, you arch back into the pillow at the edge of orgasm. His fingers deeply stroke your pleasure spot with his tongue planted on your clit. Sending you over the edge, you cum all over his fingers. He thrusts, riding out your orgasm, his tongue driving you mad. You come to dazed as he removes his fingers and slowly licks your clit, continuing the waves of pleasure. He sucks on it lightly, and you feel pleasure building again.
Sitting up, he sucks his fingers clean and gives a satisfied smile. Dark desire returns to his eyes as he grabs your legs and drags you to the edge of the bed. You’re greedy for more, and the need for his cock inside you overtakes you. Standing on the floor, he looms over you and aligns his cock to your entrance. He presses ever so slightly. Your pussy pulses with aching need, and his eyes glow with intensity.
“Beg,” he orders.
“Please.”
“More.”
You lose control, your desperation and desire running wild. “Please fuck me, Taehyung. I need you to fuck me.”
Gratified, he pushes inside you. “Such a good girl.” You tighten around him, his cock satisfying an immense need. He leans down and kisses you as he thrusts. “God, you feel so good,” he says. He straightens and gains momentum, his eyes eating up your response to thrusting long and deep. He pinches your nipples, amplifying your pleasure. Clenching around him, you’re on the edge, his cock giving you delicious pleasure with each stroke. You say his name on an exhale, and he thrusts faster and harder with wild eyes, his force making your breasts bounce. His thumb finds your clit, and you cum harder than you thought possible as he watches you writhe.
His breath hitches as he keeps his pace, mercilessly fucking you. Leaning down to kiss you, his hands squeeze your breasts and your stomach tightens with more building pleasure. As his cock strokes you, he watches you intently as you fall apart. With more hard, deep thrusts, you explode with pleasure so good you cry. He licks your jaw as he rams you, his hard cock continuing your deep pleasure. Your pussy pulses around him, and he breathes heavily. Holding your waist, he thrusts fiercely and you easily cum again, losing all sense. He moans and curses watching you. Thrusting slower and deep, he cums inside you. You kiss his neck and face as he leans down and shudders over you.
When he comes to, he kisses you slowly and deeply, breathing heavily. “That was so much better than what I ever could’ve imagined,” he says. He gets up and lays on the bed, motioning for you to join him. Breathless and weak from pleasure, you melt into his arms feeling safe and secure. He traces your breasts with his finger. “Stay with me,” he says softly.
“I’ll stay as long as you want me.”
His arms tighten around you as he looks deep into your eyes. “I want you forever.”