Unspeakable Secrets || Kim Taehyung [ COMING SOON ]

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The bar.

"What would you like to drink, ma'am?" A voice echoes in my ears, bringing me back to reality.

"One whiskey on the rocks, please," I answer simply, turning my head to look at my boyfriend who was busy groping another woman.

I roll my eyes, focusing on the drink in front of me. I thank the bartender who smiles in return.

How are these people happy all the time?

I take a sip of the drink which burns my throat. I close my eyes, relishing the bitter taste of the drink which somehow gives me pleasure, and when I open them, I am startled by the figure standing next to me.

A pair of dark eyes staring at me; I shuffle a bit, getting uncomfortable by the heated gaze.

"Staring is rude," I say, furrowing my brows.

He smirks in return and I take a moment to observe him. He has a long, black coat on, hiding almost every part of his body. He's wearing a black fedora hat which covers his forehead, casting a shadow on his eyes, making them look darker than they already are.

"I should say the same to you." He continues smirking.

I roll my eyes at him. The light in the bar changes as does the song. It's way darker now, and I sigh as I realize how much I hate this place.

"What's the most expensive drink you have?" I ask the bartender, aware of how the stranger next to me has his eyes glued on my face.

"The Diamond Cocktail." He answers and I scoff at how ridiculous the name sounded.

"I'll have one of that." I smile at him. His brows perk up before he nods and begins to prepare the drink.

"And oh, do you see that guy right there?" I speak, pointing at my boyfriend who's still busy with a girl, "He'll pay for it."

"Make it two." The guy next to me speaks in his deep, raspy voice. I turn to look at him and notice the evil smirk on his face.

I like the way he thinks.

"Can you also pass a message to him for me?" I ask the bartender and he nods in return.

"Tell him we're over." I smile.

The drink itself doesn't look that crazy expensive, neither does it taste any better.

I'd rather drink a beer than this crap.

I get up from my seat, grabbing my bag in my hand, giving a last glance to my boyfriend; correction, ex-boyfriend and walk away.

As I'm walking towards my car, I notice a man following me. I get ready to break his face as I turn but a hand grabs my wrist as I'm pulled in the embrace of the guy.

"What the hell?" I shout as I try to squirm out of his grip, while hitting him in the chest.

"Hey- hey, it's me." He speaks and I recognize the voice.

It's the stranger from the bar.

"What do you want? Get away before I break all your bones and bury them in your backyard." I push him away and he lets me go.

"Woah, tiger. You've had a drink. I can drive you home if you want." He speaks, taking a few steps towards me.

I grow nervous as I feel something in my stomach, are they freaking butterflies? Why am I feeling this?

I retreat and stop when my back hits the wall. He comes closer to me and I begin to feel his hot breath fan my face. I should be scared, but instead, I want to kiss him.

What the hell?

"I- I can drive myself home, thank you."

He chuckles a bit, making me very annoyed. I stare at him and notice how his gaze is bouncing back and forth between my eyes and my lips.

He leans in, his lips mere inches away from mine. He brings his hand to cup my face, stroking my cheek with his fingers, making me weak in my knees.

"You're so beautiful." He smiles as my breath hitches in my throat. "Feisty, but beautiful."

He continues to lean it until his lips slightly brush against mine, sending shivers down my spine.

"Can I kiss you?" He whispers.

I don't move an inch and he narrows his eyes before his lips curve into a smile, and he leans in to engulf my lips with his own.

He kisses me gently, carefully as I allow him to pull me in his arms, his hands tightened around my waist and mine in his hair, tugging at them lightly. He groans in my mouth making my nerves shiver, and my body trembles against him.

He pulls back, staring deep into my eyes. I want him to kiss me again but it's too late when he lets go of my waist.

Does he regret it? Since when have I started to care?

"I wish I could make you mine." He whispers and my eyes widen as these words escape his mouth. "Drive safely." He smiles, before turning his back to me and walking away.

My heart is beating at the speed of light as I watch him walk farther away. I want to run to him, wrap my arms around his body, know his name, know him, but I can't. I stand still, not being able to move as I watch the last of him disappear.

It was dark and I couldn't tell, but was it blood on his hands?

A/N: Well, for once in my life, I actually have the entire plot for the story already planned in my mind. I hope I can present it to you the way it unfolds in my head.

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