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Y/N's POV
You bite down on your lip as you glance over at the man besides you who was nonchalantly looking over his schedule.
You still hadn't given him a reply and yet he was already trying to squeeze you in his apparently very busy schedule for a, in his own words...
"Practice séance"
His words from earlier were still repeating over and over in your head but for some reason you couldn't really let the information sink in nor did you even know what it meant.
A muse.
Kim Taehyung's muse.
You curiously watch him as he gets up from the bed.
He had removed his shirt to make himself comfortable but was still in his jeans tightly held with his belt, for a moment your mind wanders away from your preoccupations...
You feel a sudden warmth overwhelm you as you watch him study his schedule with a slight frown on his face, pink lips pouted, brownish blonde hair resting messily against his forehead due to the number of times he ran his hand through it.
His brown eyes are on the planner in front of him, a deep focused look that have your insides tightening. You can't help but sigh at the wanting of having him look your way with that one look.
He turns his back to you and you bite down on your lip admiring his back muscles and you can't help but recall his weight on top of your body as he rammed into you an hour ago.
You blink and shake your thoughts from your head, this wasn't good.
Taehyung was having that familiar effect on you but for some reason it was stronger than you expected it to be. You knew what it felt like to like someone, you knew what love felt like but this thing going on right now it seemed so intense.
The electricity firing between the both of you even though he was standing so far away from you, scared you.
He wasn't even looking at you but you felt like he was watching you.
Could it be that he had eyes on the back of his head or was his simple presence the cause of this feeling?
The wanting to have his dark sometimes light brown eyes on you as if you were the only thing capable of capturing his attention, the feeling of his strong and rough hands exploring every inch of your skin and body, claiming it as his, the tingle in your stomach when he arrogantly smirks knowing perfectly well the affect he has on you...
There you were going again.
You pat the heat in your cheeks with your hand and try to focus on the important question still lingering in the air.
