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My heart to you.

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He did not know why, but he just wasn't feeling it.

He looked around him and it seemed that everyone was enjoying themselves—except him. There was one more who was also not feeling the clubbing mood. Thus, in total, there were two healthy young men, not in the mood for booze, party and dancing.

"Hey...I think I'll go." Taehyung had enough. He was just wasting time when he could be in the comfort of his place.

"Why?" One asked.

"So soon?" Taehyung did not even know when Yoongi had woken up from his nap. Yoongi looked around for his favorite liquor.

"Yeah. I'm just not feeling it." He sighed as he thought about earlier. He did not know why but it bothered him a lot. That friend of Mia really bothered him. He didn't feel good and all he wanted to was to be back at home.

"Ooh...is it because of Mia..." Namjoon chuckled as he proceeded to tease the younger male.

"Yeah." Taehyung admitted. Thinking about Mia, after what Namjoon had said to him, Taehyung was now sure that he was not in the mood because of Mia. Nothing was enjoyable if it wasn't with Mia. He loved his friends but, the flirting, the girls, the drinking, there was no point to it. "I-I'm going to go home..."

The other males were quite shocked. They had not thought that he would willingly admit to it so easily.

"Taehyung-!" Jimin called out to him as he stood up. If he was leaving as well, there was no point in him staying either. Besides, Jimin too was not in the mood.

"Jimin...you have fun with them, I'm just going to go home."

"No," Jimin shook his head, as he closed the private room after himself. "I'm going with you. I'm not in the mood either."

Overall, Jimin had been in a worse mood since the phone call earlier. He did not want to talk nor think about it but the alcohol was not helping. In fact it only exemplified the thought even more.  In addition, Jimin also was not feeling it. He had hoped that the loud music and trembling noises of the beat would give him peace like usual which is why he had suggested it, but it had not. Just like Taehyung, he felt the same deep feeling inside of him that rumbled and grumbled that he could not even enjoy the sweet taste of bitter alcohol.

"I'll drop you off at your place." Jimin suggested as he had basically dragged Taehyung to come with them...with the help of Yoongi Hyung, of course.

"Fine," Taehyung nodded. "Let's go."

The drive was simple. The boys kept their thought to themselves. Both were preoccupied with tumultuous thoughts of their life. Each had their own troubles and was keeping their thoughts to themselves. It was how they were. It was how they protected themselves.

Jimin watched as Taehyung entered the high end building of his. Taehyung had rarely slept at the Lodge anymore—not since Mia had moved in to the place. Jimin was sad, but happiness trumped the sadness from his chest, because Taehyung looked better, healthier as he was now sleeping and eating better. It was one of the things he was really grateful for. Jimin appreciates Mia's love for food and sleep.

He sighed as thoughts of Taehyung left and it was replaced by a troublesome male. The call earlier had been from a very troublesome male and the words and the cockiness of his entirety pissed Jimin off. And that was saying something since Jimin was not someone who got angered easily.

When he arrived to the final destination, he was flabbergasted at where he had ended up at.

It was neither his house nor the Lodge at Min University. It was someplace really unexpected.

He sighed, as clarity came as the door opened to a surprised figure.

He knew exactly what he was here for and what his body was doing here.

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"What?" Mia stared at him briefly going back to the stove. "Seriously, what? What did I do now?"

"Nothing, it's just I realized that you cook when you're stressed." Taehyung had just come back from a night with the boys and he came back home to find Mia in the kitchen again. Surprisingly, Mia liked being in the kitchen, whether is was to eat, bake or cook. He took a seat at the island as he watched her back.

"Oh..." Mia stared at the kitchen and the island table. It was messy and full of used ingredients, pots and bowls. "Sorry. I'll replace the refrigerator with food."

"You don't have to." Taehyung smiled. It wasn't that he wanted her to replace the used ingredients. He was not mad at that or bothered by that. He was now used to it and he found it rather endearing. He had never used the kitchen until Mia had moved in so he was more than glad that someone was using the ingredients in the fridge.

"What are you making now?"

"Right now, I'm making blueberry muffins. I baked cheesecake, do you want some?" Mia asked. "I know you don't like them, but..."

"I want some." Taehyung shrugged.

"Are you sure, you don't like cheesecake." Mia paused.

"Give it to me." He insisted and Mia nodded and grabbed one fo the pans on the island and cut a small slice for him. She watched intensely as he took the plate from her. "You're staring too hard Mia."

"Is it bad?" She asked nervously as she watched his tongue intake the flavors from the cheesecake.

"No...it's not bad." Taehyung nodded. It really wasn't bad. He hated cheesecake, he just didn't like it, but he knew Mia loved it and since she baked, he wanted to be nice.

The moment he had stepped inside, he felt that he had come home, and for once it did not feel empty. It felt good to be back at his place. It wasn't dark. It was dim and the lights few, but walking in had not felt cold and empty. And seeing her, and when she had welcomed him, Taheyung had felt home.

"Really...? Because you look like you're about to barf..." Mia frowned as she watched Taehyung look rather sullen.

"No, it's good." Taheyung stood up and walked around the island to where Mia was in a large shirt and sweats. "You look extra tiny, whose shirt is that?"

"No one's..." Mia looked away when his dark eyes narrowed down at her figure, looking at the shirt that teased her collarbone and soft skin.

He came closer, he wanted to double check. He had this urge to know whose shirt was on Mia's body. Seeing the determination in Taehyung's eyes, Mia tried to push his steps from coming closer to her.

"Okay, it's Jungkook's!"

Mia's eyes widened. She had lied but she guessed that it was better than nothing. She didn't want to tell him the true owner of the shirt. She was afraid that Taehyung would backlash out at him. And that was the last thing she wanted for either males.

"Take it off." Taehyung's lips were tight and his eyes narrowed on her. He hated it. He hated seeing her in someone else's shirt, especially if it was Jungkook's. "Now..."

His hands immediately went toward her and lifted the large shirt above her, but she pulled it down. His heated eyes made her slightly squirm, but Mia stared at him back.

"It's just a shirt Taehyung." She tried to explain.

"No. Take it off now." Taehyung had this need to burn the shirt to dust—not ash.

It was just a shirt. An old shirt, left behind by Mark, which she had found stuck between her clothes. She had placed it on her as a habit and Mia was now only regretting it—extremely so. It was just a shirt, and it was really the only remembrance of what she and he once had. Taehyung had not allowed her to have anything that she could remember him by except her memories.

She didn't want Taehyung mad. She didn't want him upset—for many reasons...

As if it was a contagious disease, Mia would tune up to Taheyung and get upset as well. She didn't want him upset, but she could see his eyes with a dangerous glint and she was much too conflicted to deal with an angry Taehyung.

"Give me your shirt." Mia freed the shirt and allowed him to pull the shirt above her head. She could feel the mood lessen immediately and she relaxed. She covered her naked chest and he smiled when he saw her flushed.

"Here...put this on." Taehyhung unbuttoned the silk shirt and once the last button was free, he pushed the shirt to Mia. Her eyes looked up at him, and Taehyung smiled softly. "I don't want you in anyone else's clothing."

"It's just a shirt..." Mia softly said, needing to have at least the last word. Taehyung chuckled as he nodded and turned her around before hugging her from the back. She held his arms and looked down at her feet. She was tired and somehow she felt better receving a hug from someone.

"I know..." Taehyung placed his chin on top of Mia's head. He looked at the messy kitchen. "Let's go to sleep, Mia."

"But the muffins..." She looked at the muffins that were in the oven. They had ten more minutes on the clock.

"How long do we have to wait?" Taehyung asked.

"Ten minutes. And I have to take them out to cool." She tapped on his pretty vein on his arm.

"Ten minutes. I can wait." Pushing her to the glass table, and away from the oven, Taehyung whispered huskily. He got excited as he pressed her behind closer to him. "We can play for ten minutes..."

Mia shuddered as his fingers softly rubbed her lower belly before it traveled lower and lower until it reached the curls.

"Just for ten minutes..." Mia easily fell for his voice, deeper than the ocean.

It took her sanity and enslaved her to him. She turned around to face him. Somehow everything was better. All the thoughts that had taken over her after getting dropped off by Layla had dissipated by Taehyung's presence.

Jenny, Mark...all gone, replaced by Taehyung. Only he was the one that mattered to her.

Slowly pushing the sweats down, she displayed her lace thong and sat on top of Taehyung. The chair creaked as it held both of their weights. Taehyung had unbuckled his pants pulling out his hardened member while Mia had slowly strip teased him.

Taehyung began with her lips, slowly rubbing the soft plumpness with his thumb before taking his lips to her own. He hovered lightly, letting the moment prolong the anticipation. Their eyes met, heated, sticky, and desperately tense and with physical friction visible between them. An exchange through their eyes occurred as the two of them exchanged light brushes—slowly and passionately until the sweet sensations of desire and passion muddied their minds with only thoughts of each other.

As if agreed on the timing, they kissed, lips crashing down at the same time. Hunger rose between them as Taehyung nipped at her lips and face and her neck. Mia gasped as her hand pushed against the strong muscles chest of the male, but only to hold herself from crashing on top of him. She also felt his skin under her lips and tongue. The two of them—mutually and in understanding—left their marks and dedicated time to explore their bodies. It was unlike the many times they had shared their bodies with each other.

There was something beneath them, that wanted to swallow them whole.

It was lust. It was passion.

It was love. It was need.

It was comfort. It was unison.

Mia was hooked. Taehyung was enrapturing her to him and Mia loved every single moment of it.

Sadly, in the end, the muffins weren't edible. They had been burnt black.