'Yeah, same here ;

'

You couldn't believe your eyes, when you saw the notification bell, he wasn't one to entertain you when you were horny, well not every time, only when you needed him, his voice, to see him, he would meet you here and there, and you didn't bother to put a name on the thing you had going, you sent so many filthy messages, hoping he'd respond

He'd always say, he couldn't get distracted, he didn't have time to entertain you, or deal with your neediness as he liked to call it...

'Yeah baby? how much? ' You risked responding

'So fucking much, I miss that needy pussy' His response sent a heat through your spine

Taking advantage of his availability, you wrote 'Show me'

He sent an overshadowed and blurry picture, of his jean clad boner, the photo captioned 'Your turn'

You stand up and make sure the light hits your sheer transparent shirt as you click and send the picture

'Show me the rest'

You ceased up the chance to send 'let me see you, if you want that, you give me what I need first'

'I'm staying in the park south hotel, don't be late'

Your breath quickened as excitement rushed through your veins, there was a picture sent, as you opened it, you gasped in shock

'what the hell, who is this' You stared at the faint stubbled chin, and full lips, the picture showed the lower half of the face of its owner, and you knew it didn't belong to Jimin

He keeps rejecting your video call

'If you want to see me, come at the hotel. Now baby I need you'

You kept reading the last message the whole way to the hotel, you couldn't help thinking this was a bad idea, but you were worried, what if something happened to him? With the huge amount of fans and paparazzi he had to deal with, you couldn't shake off the possibility, either that or his phone was stolen by a creep who was messing with you

You just had to check, besides, there was the fact his band had a concert in this part of town, and that reassured a bit that it was him indeed him messing with you

The receptionist gave you a small once-over, the minute you pronounced his name, she told you to wait for a few minutes until she made a call, and gave you a card to the room

You opened the door, stepping in, it was fancy, large and tidy

Swerving your gaze inside the room, you stop noticing a guy's side profile, with a dark prince haircut half pushed back, sitting serenely on white silk covered bed

Fuck, this isn't Jimin, taking a step back in retreat that's when he turns his head in your direction and you're struck by the familiar dark eyes, you recognize him as Jimin's fellow band member, and best friend, you never had the chance to meet him in person, but whenever Jimin was with you, he'd get often get a call from him, and leave you immediately

He smiled warmly when his eyes met yours

You notice his tall frame as he gets up 'I'm Taehyung'

'I know'

Continuing 'I know you and Jimin occasionally, have had encounters before'

You find yourself blushing, hell you would never blush when Jimin cussed and said dirtier words to you

So why did you find yourself reacting differently with this one, you weren't a prude for god's sake, but was it the way he said it like he knew some dirty secret about you

'Hence why I picked this place for us ' shock painted your features

You realize now why it felt like he knew some dirty secret about you, that's because he saw your most intimate messages, that's why he's talking to you, like he was the one you've been fucking/having occasional encounters with

You played the part, although you didn't trust his intentions 'What is this about'

'I mean you said I'll meet him here ' You hoped your voice didn't betray the desperation you felt inside

A shadow fell across his face 'oh, he'll be coming over soon'

He goes over to sit down on a black sofa facing the balcony 'In the meantime, why don't we, get to know each other' He says so casually

You exhale a long breath, how will you survive this, but knowing that he's coming soon made you feel relieved in some way, he went to open a bottle of wine 'Jimin never mentioned you '

You ignored the pang in your chest 'that's cause we're not exclusive' he didn't fail to mention him though to you, you knew him, his cool friend, kind, loyal, and true he'd say to you

'Yeah, good' He mumbled handing you a glass of red wine

what did that mean 'what'

He looked down upon you, took a sip and made a face' I said, it's good, not to rush things over '

You took a sip, savoring the wine, thinking why he made a face, it was one of the best wine you'd had in a while, since two years ago, when you were staying with your family...

You shake the thought away, cause this is not the reason you came here tonight, not to wallow over the sad memories, you get up unconsciously

He puts a warm hand over your back 'You should relax, sit down, and relax' He carefully guides you down as he sits down as well

'Since when do you know him' Deciding to turn the conversation on him, besides you were curious, who was this soulmate Jimin was talking about and you were oh so jealous of

'we've known each other for a long while, we're practically brothers' he laughs suddenly, changes the subject 'it's holidays, you should be celebrating '

A pang hits your chest, and you inhale, you should be, celebrating, that's what normal people do, they celebrate holidays, with their families

'I don't really ' You shouldn't be in a hotel with a stranger, sharing a glass of wine 'i'm very far away from my family right now, and I can't reach them' You lie

'Oh that's just unfortunate. I can't celebrate with my family either so, i guess i know how that feels'

Yeah you were in the same situation, except for completely different reasons, his family didn't kick him out and drawn back his allowance

'it's been a long while, i haven't really' Your lower lip start to tremble 'it's not a big deal' You were NOT about to have a breakdown in front of a stranger, see that's what happens when you rely on a person for your pain, no, you controlled yourself and thought of your cat, but the moment your eyes met his

You both share a look

His are full of concern, understanding and affection, it's the first emotions you detect from him since you revealed yourself in his hotel room, their hotel room

His eyes fall down on your shivering form

'You're freezing' he unfolds a wool scarf, and puts it around your neck, it has his lingering cologne in it

'Thank you, it's so soft' you caress the scarf, he smiles and you hold your breath, he looks cold with his poker face, but this, you can't handle, it's affectionate and warm just like the scarf he gave you

'It's handmade' Your surprised look makes him backtrack and explain

'My mother used to knit a dozen and pamper us with these on Christmas'

You didn't realize the smile stretching your face, the first genuine smile you've had since a long time

'It used to be annoying as fuck, but to be honest, it's the only thing that warms me up when i'm traveling, during Christmas time'

You nod in understanding 'Well, make sure to thank her on my behalf' 'Cause these are soo warm and soft' You rub your face against it

'I would, except it would be a long time until I see her again' His stare grows distant, and then turns to you

'What about you, what could be the reason you're not celebrating with anyone right now'

You stop breathing for a moment 'I mean, you do have friends right? '

It's hard, you'd like to say, to be surrounded with people and not feel suffocated, but you hold yourself, you couldn't blame other people for your own personal issues, how could you, especially when you felt like this person was by far the first who made you feel understood, without fully knowing your story

So you do what you do best, pretend that everything is fine, although his intelligent eyes, seem to be taken aback by your sudden change of subject, and so he entertains you for a whole hour with stories of his childhood, you would have never guessed this handsome man wanted to become a farmer

You talk and the bright city lights don't dim one bit, and neither does the conversation you both carry, but you remember that you need to leave, Jimin hasn't made himself appear and if you're late, you won't find any uber to carry you back to your dorm

Getting up, his face looks alarmed and his eyes get wider 'Taehyung, I could never thank you enough for making this beautiful night precious to me, and this gift I will keep with me and remember you always' Leaning in, you press a gentle kiss on his cheek, you could feel a bolt of electricity coursing through your veins, and it was hard to ignore because he quickly turned to give you an accusing look, but then relaxed as you wrapped your arms around him

His cashmere sweater, was so soft you held back from rubbing against it, he stroked your hair, and the gesture, was the last strike to keeping it all together

A flood of emotions rushes into you, the fear, the loneliness, the neediness, that the simple act of being kind made you feel most vulnerable at the moment and you hide your face in his sweater, ruining it with your flooding tears

His chin rests on the top of your head 'i m sorry, i lied' 'Jimin is not coming any time sooner'

Raising your eyes at him, he puts one hand on your cheek, you lean into it although he was admitting that he lied to you, you just can't help the warmth he radiates that you rub your cheek on the palm of his hand

'i told him about you coming, but he just didn't care'

Fuck , you shouldn't have come, you only come at his beck and call, because you need him

The more he spoke words that hurt you, the closer you leaned into his space

His breath quickened, and his eyes darkened 'he didn't bother, deleting the messages i sent you, i thought he would'

This time, you were a breath away from your lips touching 'i came here thinking, i would, well'

'Jimin helps me when i'm feeling down'

You continue, almost in an accusing voice 'isn't that why you sent those messages '

He swallow audibly 'no, i' he looks away guility 'that's not the reason i sent you those messages'

And now he was feeling sorry for you, you were making progress, bonding, with someone that understood you, but you just couldn't help ruining it, just like all the other pretty things in your life

'that's not the reason you wanted me to show you my breasts' Your voice was high pitched now

His eyebrows raised, if you expected him to get shy, you'd be disappointed, he wasn't, his nostrils flared 'no ' he put a hand in his pocket 'i was just curious about who he was fucking'

Was that disappointment? You couldn't read it well

'okey well, i mean, Jimin he, is rough, and it helps with the loud voices, he knows how to make it disappear'

He inhaled and exhaled a deep breath

'okey how can i help' He raised a finger and twirled a strand of your hair around it, his touch so gentle

'i-, not like this'

He retreats his hand, but you quickly catch it, skimming your fingers over it and guiding it back to where it was, lingering there, you hold each other's stare, he lets you show him, how to help you