TWENTY FIVE | Need sweet kisses for dinner| KIM TAEHYUNG

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It was different. A coveted intensity and strife were permeating through his rough thumb as he lifted my shirt from the side. Although my eyes had been shut I could feel my irises making rounds under the thin layer of skin for the whole damn while I laid my head on his wide chest. It was, otherwise, crazy to imagine my life without the profound mattresses and cushions, embedded on which were exorbitant price tags, but here I was, lying in the cocoon of Taehyung's bony yet comfortable arms.

I snuggled into his neck deeper and he secured me tightly by his large hand, one leg crossing over mine as we sat on the floor, our humps alighted against the sofa. It was all good, as we were making up for staying away from each other for so long.

"Your eyes are like ravines surrounded by dark forest trees. I don't care whether I survive, get lost, or a deadly animal chews away at my body. For I've painted a thousand canvases of you and me, I'll take them in my memory." I drew geometrical shapes on his clothed chest, craning my neck to get a glimpse of his eyes.

"Wow, I'm entangled." He cocked his head, momentarily reading my palm as he took mine in his.

"Entangled?" The word disconcerted me as I assaulted him with my protuberant eyes.

"Yes, because I don't have an equipotent reply to your perfect pictorial wordings," his distinct voice provided me some sort of security and his fingers combed the ends of my frizzy hair.

"Oh, I think the credit goes to that theater artist I met a couple of days ago. His passion must have rubbed off on me." I waved a hand and sat in a proper position, facing him. "Real talk, I've broken ties with Uncle Mojo on the down-low. And thankfully, wait──" I restrained myself from displaying my excitement and got up. "After three weeks of having met the disastrous boys. After three weeks of having made Molan the target. And after three weeks of distancing from you. I've finally found a suitable man who is super funny, extremely lovable, and has admitted that he would treat Somi as his progeny. What more can I ask for? I'm just so happy."

Taehyung pursed his lips into a smile and folded his legs under his bottom.

I descended as I joined my hands together, blushing at the thought of Seokjin turning the fiasco into a triumph. "And I hope he crafts Molan into a healthy person. She should not feel the burden of being a single parent. Molan surely──"

Taehyung cupped my face instantly, squeezing it tight as he sealed our lips together to do justice to the paradigm of passionate lovers.

He got up and I turned to watch him pace to the kitchen in his black track pants and a worn-out, off-white T-shirt that completely fell off from his one shoulder. I realized it late, that I had controlled my breathing to a halt.
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n the flip side, something was off with the man. Deliberately, I waited for him to unfold his set of reasons as to why he looked not so cheerful. Furthermore, I noticed he was fumbling with things on the kitchen counter as if he was abstracted by some serious dilemma.

He returned with a human-size packet of rice puffs and shoved it toward me.

Just as I was about to question, he spoke first, "Hanuel, my parents are coming to see me."

"Oh, oh." My heart sank for a second, but I felt relieved that it wasn't much of a big problem. "I got it. It's totally fine."

He slowly turned his face at me, seeking a more refined reply. "What's totally fine?"

As a result, I placed my answer on the forefront in a gusty manner, "I mean, you would want me to avoid coming here because of your parents. Like, naturally. We can always stay in touch through our phones. Rather, I would suggest you spend more and more time with your parents. Take them to the Han river and other good places since it will be their first visit in Seoul."

"Hanuel, this shouldn't stop me from seeing you," he stated in a loud and whimpering voice.

I was convulsed by his conduct.

My eyebrows furrowed as I darted at his bare feet. "Then why are you shouting? What's the real thing you are holding back? Cause my baby never had the gall to yell at me like that."

Taehyung rummaged his hair, sticking his hands against the sofa seat. His breathing escalated.

Amidst this, my phone started ringing and I went ahead to pick it up from atop the small table.

"I didn't want to disturb your sleep, but it was ringing intermittently," he said sourly, looking at the blank TV screen.

I read out loud the text that lit the screen, "Yes, like always, it's Uncle Mojo running after my life. Phew."

Oddly, he didn't laugh by tilting his head 45 degrees and covering his mouth with a hand. I was bound to suspect there was something more he was hiding from me. He crawled along to lay his head on my lap. I pushed him by his hair with tenacity but receded as he curled up like a baby.

I spoke softly over the phone, "Hello, Uncle Mojo . . . yeah I'll be back in ten minutes . . . Okay . . . No . . . Did she agree on meeting him? Like today!"

I didn't know when my phone slipped through my hand and landed on his head somehow; my hands were stuck in the air as the baron's voice resonated upon my ears.

Taehyung rubbed his head and leaned in to swipe his finger to end the call. A full-grown-up man's full picture showed on my phone. "Oh, has got a well-toned body," he opined lowly.

I tucked my hair behind my ear with a quick movement as I checked the time on my wristwatch. A rueful smile hung around the corner of my lips. "Time to go. Got another bomb to diffuse." I dropped a peck on his cheek.

I managed to get on my toes before he could pull me back. "Hanuel. It's only 5.47. Can't you stay over for some more time? Like old times."

"Well, we had a quite wonderful time together. Besides, let me just do away with this last guy. Once everything falls back in its place, we can follow the normalcy," I reasoned, lifting my shoulders as I pushed my fingers in my jeans back pocket. "Why are you being so restless? You are behaving abnormally today." I giggled and scanned the surrounding. Still, the need to giggle felt like a forced act.

He held my hand, looking vulnerable. "I want you to see your face at 3 am when I take the ninth turn on this mat." He pointed at the thick-threaded rectangular carpet, where we had sat before. "Will you be there next to me?"

"Umm . . . I can't promise you that today. We can certainly think about doing it the other day."

"No. I don't want to sleep alone tonight."

"Taehyung, you are acting like a child now. I said it is not possible today."

"Tell me how should I stop you from stepping out of this room?" His grip formed three stripes of saturated redness on my wrist just as I pulled his hands away.

"Tae, stop being so adamant. Whatever I'm doing right now, it's all zeroing in on our future." Suddenly some harsh words exuded out of my mouth in the heat of the moment. "And what have you done so great for us? Don't even have the fucking guts to stand before Uncle Mojo and have a word with him."

I pivoted on my heels and left from there. My broken breath choked me to unconsciousness but I took a minute to stabilize myself as I had to drive back to the mansion first.

Had I been too rude? I made a mental note to call him around at night.

A/n

Now, who is the last guy Molan has to meet with? I honestly have forgotten if I have covered all the members' parts.

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