"Uh, pretty one?"
Taehyung's low voice cut through the boisterous laughter that you were beginning to be absorbed into, his breath tickling your ear in a tauntingly feather-light caress.
You, at the moment, were pressed right up against Taehyung in the booth all of you had decided you were going to force yourselves into, which was perfectly fine, save for the fact that you were wedged so close to the demigod beside you that you may as well have been sitting on his lap.
Not that you would mind, really- all Taehyung's manspreading had just let the fact burrow into your mind that his godly, muscled thighs were just-
Aaaand noPE, you were letting the alcohol get to you and you hadn't even taken a sip of it yet.
Damn it all, you were NOT supposed to be having those thoughts about Kim Taehyung.
You glanced at said demigod, furrowing your gaze as you absentmindedly slid him the soju bottle everyone seated at the table had been passing around, evidently in 'honor of you deciding to show up'.
Kai had been absolutely over the moon when he had first seen you, face lighting up as he leapt away from Yeonjun beside him and all but hooted in victory and excitement.
"Noona!" he had yelped, smiling so widely at you hat you couldn't help but grin back, "you came!"
"I told you she would, Kai," Hana rolled her eyes, snorting so vigorously that Aurem by her side let out a little giggle at the woman beside her, who was clearly unimpressed by the theatrics the youngest in your friend group had been pulling.
"Yeah, but still!" Kai bounced on his toes, finally just giving in and lunging forward, catching you in a sparse hug before sheepishly breaking away, his adorable face scrunched up happily. Yeah, THIS was why you agreed to come- Kai was just too cute to resist.
You didn't even mind the slight discomfort that accompanied the short embrace, even though you were sure Taehyung had caught it, judging by the way he shifted behind you.
You had ignored the demigod and ruffled your youngest friend's hair affectionately, even while you scoffed. "Dumba*s, did you really think I'd miss your birthday?" you demanded playfully, flicking the maknae of the five boys in your friend circle across the ear. He whined, but there was no real protest behind it.
"Well, we had our doubts," Soobin yelled from across the table, to which you shot him a glare.
"Hyung!" Kai huffed, the almost reprimanding tone making Soobin snicker but fall silent.
"Soobin I swear to fricking GOD-"
"Yah, Soobin, relax," Yeonjun had smoothly interrupted the beginnings of your death threats with a clear, loud voice that pierced through the red shades of the elegantly luxurious nightclub, "give her some credit. Not only did SHE come, but she brought her boyfriend too!"
Yeonjun has a death wish, doesn't he.
The cocky little brat had just looked at you innocently as you whipped your head around to glare at him and forcibly had to be held back by a Taehyung who was choking back laughter himself when you all but lunged in Yeonjun's direction. Everyone else gaped at you, eyes finally seeming to take in Taehyung behind you.
The smirk that seemed to glint behind the blue-haired boy's innocent mask gave you the inkling of an impression that he was going to make life hard for you.
Yep, definitely a death wish.
"Ah- hello," Taehyung had rubbed the back of his neck after releasing you when you swatted at him, feigning discomfort from all the stares on him even though you knew he was perfectly fine, eyes glinting with a bright sort of mischief from behind his red strands of hair that were beginning to dry over his bandanna. "I'm Taehyung."
You were willing to bet Aurem nearly fainted at the sheer timbre of Taehyung's voice when he said those words, paired with his incredibly attractive getup, so you were glad to see her still-upright after a moment of gaping.
In any case, after the demigod's introduction, things had been, surprisingly, going fairly well. Taehyung had managed to assimilate into the ever-flowing banter from your friends seamlessly, his demeanor and clever jabs and smiles winning them instantly as you gorged yourselves on food and cake before letting go and partying.
Kind of annoying, how Taehyung so easily managed to win them over, but fine, you could deal with it. It was clear that they all liked him, the boys even going so far to call him 'hyung' after only 15 minutes of talking. You did occasionally have to jump in and save his a*s when they mentioned something he didn't know about and had no idea how to respond to, but otherwise, he played most things off incredibly well.
Honestly, you were kind of impressed. He was seriously likable, seriously charming- you found yourself watching him expressively talk and laugh more often than not.
It didn't help that he didn't cease his constant flirting with you, and even though you always brushed him off or threw a sharp retort in his direction, your friends still all watched with both confusion and curiosity as to why you hadn't literally ripped his head off yet.
Maybe it was because you were used to it, already too comfortable around this fool to even mind all that much anymore.
But then again... maybe it was something else...
But nO, now was not the time for you to be pondering on possibly life-taking and destroying feelings that happened to be making your head feel like exploding when Taehyung even smiled at you.
NOT THE TIME, Y/N!
At the moment, though, the demigod was still watching the amber liquid in your shot glass slosh around the sides as you twirled it around, ready to take your first buzzing shot of the night.
Taehyung's lip curled up in the slightest position of distaste. "Is this alcohol, pretty one?"
You raised an amused eyebrow at him. "We're in a nightclub, bud," you laughed lightly, nudging at his shoulder with your head, "what did you expect?"
At your answer, Taehyung let out an imperceptible sigh when you impatiently motioned for his glass so you could pour some for him. This time, when you raised your eyebrows, the gesture was slightly mocking. "What? Do you not drink?"
"No!" Taehyung instantly defended, cheeks suddenly flushing a pale pink, "I do!"
"You're acting really suspicious, bud," you snickered, fingers tapping at the bottle even as your eyes didn't leave Taehyung's face, "it's alright if you can't handle your alcohol, yeah?"
The smug tone that crept into your voice settled there for a couple reasons, the first being that you knew you had always retained a high alcohol tolerance, and this was going to be hilarious if it turned out Taehyung found the powerful, intoxicating liquid a bit too strong for him. You didn't doubt that there would have been nothing like it back in his time, whenever that was.
At your challenging, almost amused tone, one that was eerily akin to the one Taehyung used when teasing you, the demigod threw his head back and scowled. "I can handle it perfectly fine," he huffed stiffly, pouring the liquid into his own glass. A smirk wound its way onto your face as he instantly brought the glass to his lips and downed it.
You couldn't hold in your laughter at the face he made when the burning liquid coursed down his throat like molten gold, the taste making him recoil, choking and baring his teeth, looking like he wanted to scrape his own tongue out.
You clapped your hands over your moth to stifle the giggles that were threatening to burst from you, but gazes were drawn to you two anyway.
"I can handle it perfectly fine," you mocked, glad the teasing was in your court this time. Taehyung flushed and drew back, pouting as he hurriedly gulped down water from a bottle Yeonjun had tossed him after noticing his predicament, which set you off again.
The eldest of the five boys grinned playfully at Taehyung when he nodded gratefully at him. "Don't drink often, huh? Where did you come from where you didn't need to drown out your worries?"
You stiffened, as did Taehyung beside you as curious eyes began to turn in your direction. Crap. What were you supposed to say to that? It was natural that they'd try to get know Taehyung better by asking where he was from, but you couldn't exactly say 'oh, from a cursed magical sword from the museum, bro', now could you?
You head began to race as Taehyung glanced at you, clearly unsure of what to say.
No. You couldn't overthink this now.
"Daegu!" you threw the first city that you could think of out of your mouth, suddenly realizing you'd spoken a bit too loud. "Ah, sorry. I mean, um, he's from Dageu."
Soobin narrowed his eyes at your hasty declaration and opened his mouth to say something, but he was broken off by another voice.
"Raised on a farm with my grandmother," Taehyung spoke up, surprisingly, just a moment after you. Your gaze flicked to him, surprise flashing behind your irises at his oddly genuine, quiet tone. "We planted strawberries- best ones in the world, in my opinion."
Taehyung... did love strawberries. You remembered the day in the coffee shop, and again how he always inquired if you had them in your house. He clearly loved the red berries, and you found amusement in the way he savored them like they were his lifeline to the world.
You, at this moment, doubted Taehyung was making anything up.
He sounded so tender as he clearly brushed against memories, so genuinely soft, that you couldn't help but smile at him. You KNEW he wasn't even human, he wasn't the kind of person to be gentle and soft and loving of a memory, but right now... you couldn't help but think it.
Your heartbeat quickened when you felt him shift against you, his eyes glancing down at your form.
"Why'd you leave?" Aurem asked, voice soft, as if she could also sense the wistful nostalgia laced through the demigod's tone. He glanced at you again, lip quirking up into a small grin.
"An- ah, well- an unfortunate turn of events," at this, he turned slightly sober before perking up again, smirking down at you, "led me straight into the arms of a wonderful woman."
You rolled your eyes. "He saved me, by the way," you deadpanned, deciding to play along with this little game whilst shaking your head as you remembered the incident. "It was not a planned thing."
Taehyung pressed his lips together to hide his smile. "And then you took me home and proceeded to curse at me and lock me in a... room. For a long time."
You scowled at the way Taehyung had worded that, narrowing your eyes at him. Now you sounded like a psycho. At your glare, Taehyung shook with laughter once more, covering his face with a large hand to hide his snickers. Your friends were watching the exchange with baited laughter and interested grins, although they seemed to be less focused on the story and more on the way you and Taehyung were playfully grinning at each other.
"And then he wrecked my entire kitchen and stole my bed and then I had to buy him clothes and tie his laces for him because he can't do that, apparently," you shot back, even though you were smiling again.
"What," Kai yelped through the onslaught of sudden laughter. Taehyung pouted, crossing his arms over his chest and poking you in the side.
"Hey! Stop revealing personal information!" he protested, which made you laugh and nudge your shoulder into his good-naturedly. With a shake of his head and a smile, Taehyung wormed his arm around and slung it on the top of the seats in the booth behind you, drawing you closer to him amidst all the laughter.
"Oh, like how you can't take your alcohol?" you teased, deciding to ignore the contact for once- you were at a party, after all. As long as he didn't slip and get sucked back into his sword, right? Should be fine. Hopefully.
Or else you'd have a whole lotta explaining to do.
"Quit that!" Taehyung whined, flicking at your one dangling earring as if that would be enough to cease your snickers, "Wah, you are infuriating, pretty one, you know that?"
"Yeah, still doesn't change the fact that you can't dri-i-i-ink!" you sing-songed, absolutely elated to have found something YOU could tease Taehyung about this time.
Taehyung scowled at you as he came to that realization as you did, jerking his chin at the amber liquid in your your still-full shot glass. "As if you could do any better, sweetheart," he huffed, a slightly vexed tone making it into his voice.
Hana let out a loud snort.
Yeah, at least one person here knew better than to challenge you.
You raised an eyebrow at the demigod, suddenly bolstered through with a rush of boldness.
Locking eyes with Taehyung, you smirked as you brought your own glass to your lips and downed the shot smoothly, without so much a grimace or flinch in the one second, slamming the glass onto the table and leaning back challengingly, tongue flicking out to catch the stray droplets on your lips.
Taehyung's gaze darkened quickly as his eyes traced the outline of your smirk, at the subtle way you brushed your foot against his in an alcohol-induced challenge, at the way your eyes glinted in the dim lights of the nightclub.
And neither of you looked away, even though you know you probably should have before you took it too far.
Soobin was the one who broke the tense air, letting out a loud whoop.
"WOAH DAMN Y/N!" he hollered, pumping a fist in the air, "ARE THINGS GETTING HOT IN HERE OR WHAT?"
"Ugh, just go down another bottle, Trash Bin," you groaned amongst the plethora of hoots and snickers, your undivided attention on Taehyung wavering for a moment as you spat scathing words, although there was no real bite to them.
"RUDEA*S-"
You caught Taehyung smile as you and your friends fell into a shouting match, your entire form becoming loose and free and just plain happy.
"I must admit, this is a much better drink than that monstrosity you fed me earlier," Taehyung laughed lowly, taking a sip of the Cosmo you'd brought out for him. You leaned against the bar, cradling your cheek in your palm and gazing at him, laughing.
"A fan of the sweet ones, huh?" you chuckled playfully. Taehyung grinned and leaned closer, breath tickling your ear.
"Sweet is fine, love. But just so you know, I enjoy them snappish and fiery too," his voice had dropped into all but a husky growl as it rang in your ears, and you froze, lips parting.
Coughing, you turned your head away to hide the flush beginning to creep over your ears, trying to avoid Taehyung's obvious flirting. Your eyes caught with Aurem's and Hana's from the other side of the room, and the former shot you a wide smirk while the latter raised her eyebrows.
Jeez, as if you didn't already get the point, any more obvious, and all seven of your friends would be holding up signs and T-shirts like it was a protest rolled reading 'I SHIP THIS ALTHOUGH IT IS VERY DAMN UNREASONABLE'.
You and the girls had gotten up to go get drinks, but when Taehyung insisted on coming along with you, your two friends had instantly backed off to a different pair of barstools at the counter, shooting you wide smirks.
It seemed that Taehyung had won every single one of your friends over- usually, they were really protective with you around guys if they saw you with one more than once. But with Taehyung, they all appeared to approve.
Lucky that the ONE guy that they decided would be great for you happened to be a thousand-year-old demigod who had f*ckboy issues and couldn't even touch you.
Really, the universe was out to get you.
You looked down into your peach-flavored, quite strong drink that Hana had recommended to you and swirled it around, taking a long swig as if that could drown the furious beating of your heart out.
"Pretty one?" Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows as he took in you staring into the countertop of the bar, his voice lowering an octave and nudging you back to reality. "Are you alright?"
"Yep!" you hummed, a bit too cheerfully, "Just fine, Tae."
The demigod softened as you called him by his self-proclaimed nickname, but his eyes still narrowed at you. He took a long swig of the drink, although his eyes still peered at you over his glass.
"Don't think I forgot what happened when we first came here, love," Taehyung crossed one long, lean leg over another and stared at you intently, although waves of true concern still ebbed from him.
The memory of you telling him to shut up and hold you pulsed in your mind, and you grimaced. Yeah, you doubted he could forget that.
"I- well. I suppose that would have been too much to hope," you shrugged, your words making both you and Taehyung meet each other's eyes and chuckle faintly. You looked down, unsure if you should speak on it or not. You knew he was curious, but...
As if he could feel your hesitation (well, he COULD, but that wasn't the point), Taehyung hurriedly spoke up.
"Love, if you do not want to explain, you do not have to," he said gently, reaching out as if to grab your hand but stopping just a hair's breath away, jerking back before his skin could touch yours.
"Curse!" you reprimanded, pulling your hand away and making a face at him, "You can't go erupting into dust in the middle of a nightclub, idiot!"
Taehyung froze up for a heartbeat, conflict warring over his face before it smoothed over and he shot you a sheepish, weak smile.
"Right," he murmured.
The two of you lapsed into silence again, with Taehyung looking down into his absurdly sweet drink before you glanced over and furrowed your eyebrows at him. This was... very unlike him. You'd thought that this would be his scene- girls everywhere, people dancing, music, bright lights.
But he was acting kind of weird, now that you thought about it.
Before you could say anything, though, Taehyung spoke up.
There was a moment of silence as Taehyung seemed to weigh his next words in his mouth. "Would you tell me why?" he finally said, quiet, hesitant- odd traits to be putting on a man like Taehyung, that was for sure, "I- I mean... why you were upset..."
At your furrowed eyebrows, the demigod hurriedly elaborated. "I just- it is alright of you don't trust me enough, of course- but I would just like to know... Er, why you, ah, how to say this-"
You smiled softly at Taehyung's stuttering. Dear god, he was adorable. What did you ever do to deserve this- either he was giving you bedroom eyes or he was acting like the cutest puppy on the face of the earth. There was no in between.
"Taehyung," you interrupted, taking a long swig of the strong drink in your hand and feeling the buzz of brazen courage seep into your words, "has anyone told you that you're cute as hell?"
The demigod in front of you was only taken aback by your words for a second before he blinked back into his cocky self, a small grin overtaking his face. "Why, love?" he drawled, leaning forward just a sliver, "Do you think so?"
Aaaand you'd flipped a switch. Hooray. Note the sarcasm.
Prepare for incoming nosebleed-
You scoffed, kicking back in your barstool and feeling the instant pang of regret for your words. "You're a cocky bastard, you know that?"
Carefully, Taehyung placed his glass on the table. "I know, sweetheart," he purred, standing up and taking a step closer to you, "I am fully aware."
In an instant, he had maneuvered himself to his lean, broad-shouldered form was caging you in place, face almost disturbingly close to yours. All he had needed was one slip of tongue from you, and he'd taken full advantage of it.
"Pretty, I think that the words you can use to describe me range quite far away from 'cute'," the look that penetrated Taehyung's irises had turned feverish, darkly dangerous has he observed you. And yet the intoxication you'd given yourself into had made you brazen, bold, and you didn't look away.
"Really," you crossed your arms over your chest, deadpan utterly unimpressed.
"Of course, baby. Would you like me to jog your memory about what your friend said earlier today, hm?" Taehyung chuckled at the way you winced, cursing Aurem under your breath.
"I KNEW you weren't going to let that slide," you grumbled, huffing irritably under your breath, something that made Taehyung grin despite himself.
"What did she call me again? Oh, right-"
"SHUT UP!" you yelled, slamming your hands over your ears and feeling your face and neck burn red-hot in embarrassment as Taehyung chortled.
You closed your eyes and cursed the world.
"Just so you know, she was very accurate in her depiction of me," Taehyung's face had broken out into a sh*t-eating smirk when you opened your tired irises again, the demigod leaning back in his chair and exposing the lean, firm ropes of muscle that crossed every plane of his body. "I could touch you in ways you'd only dream of, love. I'd ruin you for anyone else, you'd only be able to think of me and how well I treated you, pounded you-"
"I'm done," you stood up and pressed a hand over your eyes, hating the way Taehyung's words so easily lit your entire body on fire, sparks seeming to fly off your skin. "You seriously need holy water, please do not talk to me until you've consumed some."
You ignored the demigod as he chuckled at your reaction and stood up to follow you when you determinedly made your way through a couple dancing thongs of people, wincing as the music in your ears turned unbearably loud for a moment when you walked over to where your friends were sitting. Soobin, Kai and Yeonjun had joined the two girls in a smaller booth, although they were sitting a ways away. As soon as Hana spotted you, her lip curled in distaste at the two boys.
You snickered at her face and took a seat beside her, Taehyung quickly sliding into the one beside you and pressing close to you once again. No, you were still going to ignore him. He had NO RIGHT to make you feel these type of things with his stupidly hot words.
"If you're quite done flirting with your boytoy, please save me from the headache these fools are giving me," Hana muttered reproachfully, shooting a glare at a now-giggling Aurem and a smirking Soobin. But in all honesty, though, you knew that your oldest friend just hated social scenes more than you did. She didn't really mean her snappish words.
Well, sometimes she did, but that wasn't the point.
You wondered what the two siblings had pulled this time.
"NOT my boytoy," you muttered, still decidedly ignoring Taehyung, "but anyway. What happened?"
"I WAS BEING HARASSED, THAT'S WHAT-"
"Aww," Aurem laughed and poked your ever-irritated friend in the side and plucked up a long strand of her silky, jet black hair, running nimble fingers through it. "You love us! Don't even try to deny it!"
Jeez. If you thought YOU were obvious, it was nothing compared to the way Hana froze up under Aurem's touch, as if someone has dumped ice water down her back. Her eyes met yours, blown out and panicked, but all you did was snicker at her expression.
'F*ck you' her eyes conveyed.
'Lol deal with it' you widened your eyes back.
It was funny, though. The ice queen getting all stressed over the sweetest girl who swooned over perfect love stories.
Damn, you shipped it though.
"Ugh, these drinks are expensive," Hana said tightly after a moment, clearly trying to play off Aurem teasing her hair and rubbing the back of her neck, her eyes (covered in ice-blue contacts today) narrowing at the drinks menu, "trust Kai to bring us to the most expensive place in the world for his birthday."
"Hey, Dionysus is an awesome club, don't even try to deny it!" Kai protested, catching the conversation. Your eyes widened a sliver.
"Wait, what?" you coughed, wondering if you had actually heard correctly and Kai had just spouted the name of the Greek god of wine just now.
"Yeah, Dionysus? The name of this place?" Kai prompted, your still-furrowed brows making Aurem let out a laugh.
"Y/N, how do you not even know the name of the club you're about to party the night away at?" she teased, flinging her free hand out dramatically, gesturing at the lights of the red-themed nightclub that glimmered in an almost sensual manner, the sleek lines of black marble veined with gold popping out at you as you leaned your elbow on it, looking around. You could feel Taehyung's interest piquing as well, and you, despite wanting to ignore him, exchanged a slightly amused glance with the demigod.
Wow, maybe the universe had a thing for practical jokes and coincidences.
"Okay, leave the two Greek mythology buffs alone," Hana shook her head at you and Taehyung, her eyes unamused. "You two are disgustingly cute, you know that?"
You could FEEL Taehyung preening from beside you even as you scowled at everyone nodding.
"No," you said flatly, "just no."
Soobin snorted, Yeonjun shook his head, Aurem scowled right back at you.
After a moment of deadpanning your annoying friends, you smirked and let your voice lower into barely a whisper as you leaned close to Hana's ear, since she'd started it. "Actually, I think you need to look in the mirror to see what 'disgustingly cute' looks like, honey."
You pulled back in satisfaction when Hana blushed brightly and glared at you, smacking you upside the head as you snickered, pulling back and tipping your head back in satisfaction.
Aurem finally pulled her hand away from Hana's hair (which was always super soft and silky- even you liked touching it), only to grab her hand and grin widely.
"Let's go dance!" she yelled, pulling Hana up.
"Oh nononono-" Hana didn't even try to keep her panic disgusted this time, resisting against Aurem's pleading pull. "Y/N, SAVE ME YOU JERK!"
SHIP SHIP SHIPPETY SHIP-
"Hana, please? Beomgyu and Taehyun already went to dance, and I want to too!" Aurem whined, pouting and giving the taller girl puppy eyes through her pink fringe that absolutely no one except her brother when he was feeling particularly heartless could say no to.
Soobin snorted, breaking his conversation for a moment as he watched Hana just sag in defeat. Because there was no one who could deny Choi Aurem when she used her dirty tricks, and that was a fact.
Aurem dragging Hana to the dance floor made Kai stand up too, poking Yeonjun in the shoulder. "Hyung, I saw this really cute girl a minute ago..."
At the birthday boy's pout, the eldest of the group also stood up. "Alright maknae, watch and learn how to get the girl."
The blue-haired little sh*t winked at you over the table, and the alcohol made a hot flush rise to your cheeks far easier than it should have. "Oh no, you ain't getting ME, kid," you pressed back dramatically, not caring at this point that you were just backing into Taehyung.
The demigod's attention was pulled to you then, and he just chuckled quietly at your antics, a hand coming to dance around the curve of your waist and pulled your closer to him. Well, until he caught sight of Yeonjun over your head. You could practically feel the possessive vibe he was giving off as he stared Yeonjun down over your shoulder.
"Aww, dang it. I thought you'd be the perfect demonstration," Yeonjun was a little drunk, sure. But with that little smirk he had on his face, you knew he couldn't possible be THAT stupid right about now.
A flare of white-hot mix of irritation and something else burst in the demigod behind you before it snuffed out, gone as quickly as it came.
Taehyung quickly hissed out a swift breath when Yeonjun took another step closer, opening his mouth to say something- but before he could, the demigod quickly stood up, dragging you with him as well with his hand still gripped tightly around your waist.
"Y/N was actually going to dance with me now," Taehyung grinned tightly at Yeonjun before letting his gaze flick down to you and turn truly pleased for the briefest of moments. "Right?"
You sighed. Dancing with Taehyung wasn't going to happen, seeing as there was too much skin involved and exposed here (plus, you were still trying to ignore him), but hey, at least he was saving Yeonjun at the moment, because that menace was ceasing to be funny right about now.
"Yeah, so go bother someone else, kid!" you rolled your eyes at him, and finally, he lazily raised his hands up, a wicked glint in his eye, and backed off with Kai grinning over his shoulder. Soobin stood up as well when they both gave him meaningful glances, mumbling something about getting drinks.
What in the world were they on about?
The second they were gone, you turned to Taehyung with a slightly exasperated expression. "We're not dancing," you said matter-of-factly. Taehyung's face fell, and he pouted down at you.
"Why not?" he whined, lip still jutting out and eyebrows furrowing petulantly.
You fought the urge to facepalm. "Are you dumb?" you huffed, "Ah, wait no, don't answer that."
"Hey!" Taehyung jabbed you in the side, pout enlarging, "I am not stupid! I know-" at your warning glance and side-eye at the others still sitting at your table, he lowered his voice. "I know why you say it is a bad idea. But... I want to."
Wait, what? What did that mean?
When you furrowed YOUR eyebrows at him, the son of Ares chuckled lightly.
"Baby," he leaned closer to you, teeth snagging against his bottom lip and letting his breath fan over your face. You felt a rush of blood explode through your head, making you feel lightheaded when Taehyung slowly trailed his hand lower until it rested at your hip, swiveling you to face him.
Y/N.exe has stopped functioning.
"I want to dance with you," he breathed, voice barely a trembling whisper against your lips. The harsh batting of his breath and the onyx stare of his blown-out, dark eyes had your head spinning.
The alcohol in your system, even though it wasn't all that much, had made you slip, your reaction time slowing. You KNEW this was a bad idea, you KNEW there was no way you were going to go through with this.
"Taehyung..." you intended your voice to come out in a warning tone, but it came out painfully tight and strained instead, "I'm not dancing with you. I said don't talk to me until you calmed your hormones, didn't I?"
"Aw, you are not STILL mad at me for that, are you?" Taehyung whined, falling back into the now-empty booth as he sensed a battle lost.
"On the contrary, I am," you deadpanned (even though you kind of weren't anymore), making the son of Ares sigh loudly. You sat down beside him again, this time keeping a little distance between you two, seeing as there was no one else in the booth with you two this time.
There was silence for a minute as Taehyung leaned back and downed the last of his drink, placing his hands behind his head as he ran an eye over the roiling crowd and the dance floor that was becoming more crowded by the minute.
"It has been quite a long time since I came to a party like this, pretty," the demigod murmured, finally breaking the comfortable silence as you watched Aurem tease Hana and try to get her loosen up near the middle of the dancing crowd, "in Olympus, they were tamer, I suppose."
"No disgusting displays of public affection?" you grimaced when you caught sight of a couple sucking each other's faces off, both clearly drunk.
Taehyung followed your gaze and snorted. "Oh no, there were plenty of those. The gods are not exactly shy, pretty."
"And neither are you," you muttered. Hey, you were still kind of salty at Taehyung for making things REALLY sexual before.
Taehyung shrugged lazily, but you caught the hint of a smirk flicker over his face. "No, I suppose I do not dance around when getting what I want."
"Of course you don't,"
"Hm. But in Olympus, these such parties were less about enjoying and more about displaying your status and power. Oh, and the intercourse that occurred afterward. Always something to look forward to,"
You shot Taehyung an exasperated glance, rolling your eyes and finishing the last dregs of your own iced drink. "Do you ever think of anything OTHER than your d*ck?"
Taehyung laughed loudly. "Hmmm," he drawled, tilting his head to the side. He looked like he was going to make a joke out of it, or something, which you were already anticipating as you looked at him in amusement- but then his mirthful eyes met yours.
The dark orbs glittered in the dim, sensual light of the club, the amused light dying out as they glazed over with a sheen that made them shine like glass that hid the darkest, smoothest chocolate. Slowly, Taehyung unconsciously tugged at his bottom lip and let out a quiet, imperceptible sigh.
"What do you think?" he whispered, as if the words could send lighting exploding through the crackling air between you two.
Your breath hitched as Taehyung reached out, gently tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear with his long-a*s fingers, teasingly running the tips of his fingernails down your neck as he did so- the action bringing his skin so close to yours you were surprised he didn't burst into red dust right then and there.
"I-" you coughed, trying to regain your bearings, "I don't know-"
What Taehyung said next effectively shut you up, rendered you physically enable to pull away from his dangerous touch.
"Gods, pretty one. I do."
A/N: AH AH AH WHAT DO WE HAVE HERE? Can this possibly be... an uPdAtE? Damn, I know it's only been 5 or 6 days, but that honestly feels like ages to me. I'm sorry if you guys have been waiting, school has been effectively kicking my ass and this chapter just refused to turn out properly. So, in reward for your patience, here's a LONG chapter (with a name that I snickered at when choosing it lol)! Enjoy! Oh, and before I forget-
[HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY TO JOONIE! OUR BEAUTIFUL GORGEOUS SMART TALENTED AMAZING PRESIDENT, PLEASE STAY HAPPY AND SAFE AND HEALTHY! Congratulations on opening another chapter of your life, and may you live this one with few regrets and happy memories. Love you!]