Taehyung's pov

Temptation. The word described her perfectly.

How did I even manage being so close to her without kissing her?

Hell I wanted to do it.

I spoke in such confidence. I was holding her in my arms, not too tightly. And she didn't leave, even after all I said.

I started dancing, and she danced with me. I took it as an agreement to my words. She really didn't want to leave, and deep inside she was really trusting me.

We had such a weird relationship. She knew little about me and I knew little about her. But damn, I wanted her so badly.

She was in my clothes, I made her dinner, we were dancing in my house. My idiotic head imagined that she was my girlfriend.

I can list some people who wouldn't like that.

Fuck them.

I was greedy for the first time in my life. She was making me greedy.

We danced like never before, with no one to judge us, to tell us whether we were good or not. It was me and her, no one knew we were together, it was our secret.

I was the closest I could to her. I wanted to take advantage of the situation, to bring my body as close to hers as I could. I didn't know whether she'd let me do that again or not.

When the song ended, I looked at her. She was avoiding my gaze again. I was about to lift her head to make her look at me, when I realized she was crying again.

She finally let herself be comfortable around me. I was feeling her hands around my waist, taking a grip of my shirt.

I led her to the couch, where I let her cry in my arms, while I was playing with her hair. I wouldn't talk to her until she would calm down. Instead, I sang a bit. I could tell it was helping her calm down.

When she stopped sobbing, I was about to ask her questions again, but I realized she wouldn't move.

She had fallen asleep on me. Her face teary, and so I carefully wiped them away with my hands.

Hell. What should I do?

And why couldn't I fucking stop smiling?