Kim Taehyung

There’s a soft click as the lock slides into place. Taehyung grins, handing you your bobby pins back before pushing open the door to an old, stuffy motel room. “It’s not the Belmond, but it’ll have to do. For now,” he adds, taking your hand in his to lead you inside.

Booking a room at an expensive hotel would be as foolish as it was tempting, you knew, but you still pout as you sit on the bed, chucking your duffel bag onto the floor next to it and wrinkling your nose at the state of the room. “We need to dump the car,” you say, fishing a blanket out of your bag to place over the motel sheets. Taehyung walks into the bathroom, shedding his sweat-stained shirt and humming in agreement. “Taking the Ford was a mistake,” you continue, going over every step of your plan in your head. “It easily traces back to me and I’m pissed we didn’t think of this.” A soft thud sounds from where your balled fist punched the mattress.

“Sweetheart, babe-“ Taehyung shushes as he resurfaces from washing his face. Still shirtless, he cocks his head and smiles. "We fucking did it. Allow yourself five minutes to revel in this victory,” he says, palms snaking up your neck to cup your face, “before breaking that pretty little head of yours on a solution for the damn car.”

Your eyes are cold as they bore into his. “I hate when you speak to me that way,” you retort, but you let him kiss you.

“We’re so fucked,” you whisper as soon as he gives you back your breathing space. Despite the gnawing apprehension of getting caught, the corners of your lips tug into a smile and soon a chuckle bubbles from your chest into your throat, bursting into actual laughter when you realise your plan did work. Taehyung, skin glowing in the neon lights penetrating your motel room, licks his lips and nods slowly as if affirming your previous statement. He pauses, allowing himself to savour the moment and letting his mind wander to earlier tonight.

The sound of the shopkeeper’s cries trailed behind you as you slammed the door shut, causing the glass to rattle in its frame. The adrenaline coursing through your veins made your ears ring, reducing Taehyung’s laughter to muted ambient noise as he ran after you. He followed close behind as you got to the car, dumping the bag now filled with cash in the backseat of your worn-down Ford and urging you to turn on the ignition before jumping into the passenger seat.

The distant wail of sirens was drowned out by the engine roaring to life. The radio turned itself on, blaring an old Bon Jovi song through the creaking speakers as you slammed on the gas. Taehyung howled as you sped away, leaving both the convenience store you had just robbed and the approaching police vehicle behind you.

Heart beating frantically, you glanced at the rearview mirror, no sign of the police car having spotted you, nor of it following you.

There was a smile on your face when you finally tore the mask from your head, tossing it into the backseat with the loot, and soon after Taehyung’s hand was cupping your cheek. His lips joined to leave a sloppy, wet kiss there, complete with an obnoxious mwah-sound.

“I can’t believe we pulled this off!” His voice was jittery, his eyes wide in both excitement and disbelief. His dirty blond hair was wild and sticky, the wind blowing in through the open window pushing it in all directions. A thin line of sweat trickled down his temple. “We did it, baby.”

You beamed at the sound of his laughter— licking your lips, eyes trained on the road ahead of you. “We fucking did it,” you echoed.

A touch to his cheek brings him back to the present. Without hesitation, he crashes into you, his mouth almost frantically claiming yours— his tongue licking past your lips as soon as you let him. It’s hot and messy, all clashing teeth and too much spit but you moan into it regardless. His fingers gently press into your hip, lowering you until your back hits the bed. It’s in stark contrast with the way he’s using his mouth, as if to devour you whole.

Nothing about Taehyung is ever boring. He is the perfect mix of smart, funny, gentle, and wild. A life with Taehyung meant a life full of surprises, yet you’ve never felt more secure in a relationship than when you are with Tae. He’s as spontaneous as he is reliable, and right now his glee and ardour is making your head spin, making your heart race.

You pull off your blouse before he can, smirking as he traces a thumb over your cheekbone. He’s silent, but his eyes say more than his words ever could, lust and love flickering behind them as he lets them wander over every inch of your face.

“Are you,” he asks, pecking you on the lips after every syllable, “still worried about the car?”

In truth, you are. But this moment feels too electric, the adrenaline still pumping through your veins making it impossible for you to stop. You want Taehyung, even more so if it meant being with him one last time in a long while.

Instead, you push him off you with a smile, leaning over the edge of the bed to reach for your duffel bag. After, you pull him into a seating position, seductively crawling into his lap. The crisp sound of banknotes steals his attention, his gaze following your hands as you tuck ten of them into his boxers, one by one.

“Maybe,” you say in reply, “but not as happy as I am to be with you right now.” Taehyung coos and you crack a meek smile, not being able to hide your adoration for him even in this moment. “Now dance for me, funky boy,” you laugh before reaching down to unbutton his jeans.

Taehyung scoffs before pulling you close, your chest pressing into his. “I saw a beautiful, old Camaro a few rooms down,” he starts, peppering kisses along the column of your neck. “It probably belongs to some rich two-timing son of a bitch who’d be too scared of losing all his money because of a tight *** prenup to report it stolen.” Another kiss along your jaw. “I’ll take care of it later. Make sure the Ford disappears.”

You sigh into his mouth as it captures yours again. One hand on his shoulder, the other tangles into his hair, your fingers gently tugging at the strands as you deepen the kiss. There’s goosebumps on your skin where it meets Taehyung’s fingertips, trailing along the edges of your jeans.

Your bra goes first, followed by Taehyung’s belt until your clothes are scattered across the floor, heavy breathing and groans filling the air. Your bodies mold together perfectly, and you kiss and you tease and you **** until the breath is knocked out of you, bodies spent and mouths dry.

It isn’t until you move to clean yourself up that you realise you forgot to pack one of your essentials.

“Um, honey?” you ask, rolling back into his arms with a pout. “I forgot my toothbrush. Can I—”

“You’re incredible, you know that?” he mocks, brushing away the hair on your forehead to plant a kiss there. “Planning a whole *** crime in detail but always five seconds away from losing your own head. What kind of a boyfriend would I be if I hadn’t anticipated this?”

Shaking his head, he leans over you to pull a duo pack of toothbrushes out of his own bag. “That’s ok, I bought two of everything just in case.”

“You mean, you stole two of everything?”

Taehyung feigns offence by shaping his mouth into an O and holding a hand to his heart. “…Yes.”

As you pluck the pack out of his hands, you kiss his cheek firmly. “That’s my boy.”

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