Hell. She wanted both bed and wall. Since when did she become like those thirsty girls she'd see almost everything night? She wondered.

Both-

"Not hallway. People will see." It took every ounce of her energy to say that.

"I'll let them watch us," he said before almost closing the gap between their lips.

"Ew no way," she moved away from him and headed towards the door of the guest room closest to them. The disgust was genuine: she didn't wish to put up a show for anyone watching her getting her way into Taehyung's pants. Or him getting into hers.

Opening the door, her first impression of the room was that it almost looked identical to the one she peeked at earlier: a massive bed with cream coloured sheets and blankets covering it, plain looking dark furnitures dotting the sides of the room - as if whoever ordered them just cared about owning furniture, throwing their appearance aside - and dark curtains hiding a window behind them.

"Is this room more interesting than me?" She spun around to find Taehyung leaned against the doorway, arms crossed in front of his chest. The glass of wine was nowhere in sight. Indeed, she forgot about his presence for a few seconds. Not anymore.

Her eyes found his golden brown chest peeking from the unbuttoned shirt, as if asking to be touched and tasted.

She switched to thirsty mode again. Fisting the front of his shirt, she pulled him to her and closed the door,  and pressed him against it. She could feel the quickened pace of his heartbeat against her hand, the pulse  beating softly against her like a timed bomb.

"You going to explode?"

"Wouldn't be surprised if I do," he smirked, which made her ball her fist harsher than before, ruining the textile of his shirt. She pulled on it and instantly met his lips, tasting a tinge of wine. And him: a sweet addiction.

With his mouth pressed hotly against hers, she felt lightheaded, exactly why she clinged onto his shirt. Her other hand snaked its way through his hair, gripping it in a way that made Taehyung release a delicious moan in the kiss.

Which was when she thought was her chance to use her tongue. Taehyung groaned again, a sound which pretty much told her that they both wouldn't be able to handle the tension any longer.

"Take it off," he ordered as he firmy grabbed the collar of her dress and moved it to reveal the skin of her shoulder. "And get on the bed."

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