The Silent Vows | VSOO (18+)

12.

Her lips part slightly, and for a moment—just a moment—her guard crumbles.

She steps closer, her fingers trembling in my grip.

"Taehyung..."

I don't think.

I kiss her.

Hard. Fierce. Desperate.

She lets out a soft, broken sound against my lips, and something inside me snaps.

I pull her closer, like I can't stand the distance between us.

Like I need her.

Her hands tangle in my hair, her nails scraping against my scalp as she drags me deeper.

It's fire.

It's drowning.

It's everything I shouldn't want—but can't stop.

When we pull away, we're breathless.

She stares at me, lips swollen, chest rising and falling unevenly.

"You can't save me," she whispers.

My pulse pounds. "Watch me."

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She doesn't pull away this time.

Instead, she kisses me again—and it's different.

Softer, slower, but just as intense.

Like she's memorizing me.

Like she's trying to burn this into her soul.

I feel everything in that kiss.

Her fear. Her pain. Her want.

I press her against the railing, trapping her there. My hands slide along her waist, careful of her wound, but firm.

She whimpers softly into my mouth, and it nearly wrecks me.

"Jisoo," I breathe against her lips.

She grabs my hoodie, yanking me closer.

I can't stop.

I don't want to stop.

When we break apart, her eyes are glazed, dark with something raw.

Something dangerous.

I feel lightheaded. Dizzy. Completely undone.

Then, in a voice so quiet I almost miss it—

"Take me inside."

My stomach tightens.

Her fingers slide against my wrist, a silent request.

A silent vow.

I don't answer.

I just grab her hand, pulling her inside.

The moment the door clicks shut, we're on each other. I had made sure Jungkook wasn't around. Because I don't want any one hearing what I do with my woman.

Lips crashing. Hands desperate. No hesitation.

I press her against the wall, my breath ragged. "Are you sure?"

She nods. No words. Just a raw, desperate need.

My hands trace her sides, every touch careful. Worshipping. She shivers beneath me. She's so beautiful.

"Taehyung..." she whispers.

I kiss her throat, soft, reverent. I slowly take off her clothing pieces.