" Ahh..."- a hard slap landed on her left cheek making her head hit the ground. Silence, everything is silence for a minute until a backhand slap landed on his face, never in million no one dared to touched him, Kim Taehyung the Mafia hit by a girl...
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|Teahyung|
The morning sun cast a warm, golden hue through the gently swaying curtains, creating a serene dance of light in the room. She lay there, bathed in the soft morning glow, seemingly oblivious to the world around her. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her, as if some unseen force held me captive in that moment. Every detail, from the delicate curve of her eyelashes to the subtle rise of her lips, held a captivating allure.
As I observed her, a torrent of emotions surged within me. The recognition of my feelings for her lingered at the forefront of my thoughts, but with each passing second in her presence, it was as if those emotions were deepening, taking root like vines intertwining with the very essence of my being.
The memory of yesterday's tragic incident lingered in my mind like a haunting melody. The echo of her helplessness and the anguished tears were etched into my mind and it was felt like my heart would blast any moment.
The decision to inject the chip into her hand once again loomed in my thoughts; the doctor had removed the chip which I had injected into her for some safety measure.
The rhythmic sounds of her breathing filled the air as she lay nestled against my chest, our bodies tangled together in a serene embrace. The sheets were a gentle caress against our skin, a testament to the night's shared moments of passion.
My arms were securely wrapped around her tiny waist, creating a protective cocoon. The rise and fall of our chests synchronized, a natural harmony born out of the physical and emotional closeness we had experienced throughout the night.
The memory of our passionate entanglement lingered in the air like an intoxicating perfume. The taste of each her lips still lingered on my mouths, a sweet reminder of the fervor that had ignited my desires.
As I lay there, a small, contented smile played on my lips. Y/n stirred slightly in her sleep, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
She could sense how our body tangled with each other under the soft blanket, her toe curled in embarrassment, she couldn't get up from bed when she knew his strong arms around her body protectively holding her in pace.
I could sense a subtle shift in air that she had awake, I scooted her entire body over me, my touch light and tender. I fingered delicately traced her soft hair.
Finally, I whispered in a voice barely above a murmur, "Good morning, baby." His morning husky voice sent shiver down her spine, when I still heard no response, "I know you're awake, Y/n. Now drop it."
When she still didn't give any response I immediately turned her on bed and hovered over her, caging her in between my strong arms, brushing her hair from her face, pecked her lips, and this time she slowly opened her eyelid, our eyes met, "A very Good Morning." – As I peck her nose.
