chapter 1

Taehyung

THREE MONTHS AGO

I slip out of my room and tiptoe down the staircase.

I try not to wake anyone, especially Mom because she’s been in a really weird mood all weekend. She called my siblings and me to come home from college and has been hiding in her room, refusing to speak to anyone nearly the entire time we’ve been here.

The cool air of the moonlit night paired with my heart pounding with anticipation sends cold chills over my entire body.

The property is quiet, completely shrouded in the stillness of the early morning hours. I make my way through our backyard, and the grass is cool and dewy beneath my bare feet.

A tingling sensation begins stirring in my lower belly at the thought of where I’m heading. The last time I saw Dad, the tension between us was so thick that I promised myself the next time I saw him I’d confront him.

I’d ask him what is happening, why he looks at me in a way his eyes would never dare rove over my two sisters jimin and jinie.

I pause when I reach the work shed nestled at the edge of the property because I know this could go two different ways, and I’m not sure I’m emotionally prepared for either one of them.

The shed is bathed in a soft, golden glow, the dim light filtering through the dusty windows that probably haven’t been cleaned in years. Inside, the smell of new files and papers fills the air, mingling with the earthy smell of the nature surrounding our land.

This is my dad’s old office cabin, where he use to do all his business work when he wants peace. Lately, he’s been pushing me away, and it’s been even worse since I’ve been away from home for my first year of college.

When I come home, it’s like he’s angry at me and can’t take his eyes off of me all at the same time. I thought I was imagining it at first, but I think he’s picked up on the crush I have on him, or at the very least, the tension between us.

He’s spent nearly the whole time here when my siblings and I have been home out here working and avoiding everyone. I know I’m the reason. I also know I should leave him alone.

It’s wrong. Everything I feel for him is wrong. It should disgust me the way it does him, but it doesn’t. I should feel ashamed because this is so much different from what what my other siblings have going on.

I should be thinking about what something like this will do to our family and how what I want from my dad is such a betrayal to Mom. None of that matters to me right now. All I care about is seeing him, taking him in, remembering how being close to him makes me feel for the lonely nights I’m destined for when I head back to school.

I push the door further open so gently, but the hinges creak softly, and the sound is deafening in the silence. My breath catches when I see him, and even though I’m fully aware that it’s wrong, nothing could drag me away from him. I might only be eighteen, but I know what I want.

He's arched over his current fixation, just as I knew he would be. His strong silhouette illuminated by the fragile glow of the single light bulb hanging from the ceiling. He is shirtless, his bare chest glistening with sweat, his muscles flexing as he go through the piles of paper infront of him sitting on the chain.

My dad is ruggedly handsome, with cropped black hair and a near constant shadow that only makes his eyes seem more vibrant. The bare hard buff chest with his build muscle around his abs and that strong biceps okay that's enough.

He glances up as I enter, and there's a flicker of surprise in his eyes, quickly masked with the same blank look he’s been giving me for the last few months. "What are you doing up at this hour?" he asks, his voice a low, gravelly rumble.

I move closer to him, the wooden floor cool against my feet. I'm dressed in a thin tank top and short shorts, and the cool night breeze sends a shiver down my spine. I don't answer his question but instead reach out to touch his arm lightly, my fingers tracing the contours of l strained, corded muscles.

I can’t focus on anything else other than getting closer to him.

Dad inhales sharply at my touch, his moss brown hazel eyes darkening with desire so apparent that even if he flat out said he didn’t want me at this moment, I wouldn’t believe him.

This tension has been between us for months, and sometimes the way he looks at me, I can tell he wants things from me that no one else would ever understand. I don’t recall ever seeing him look at another woman the way he looks at me, not even Mom.

Especially not Mom.

I step closer, my hand now resting on his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heart beneath my palm. "I couldn't sleep," I confess, my voice sounding sweet even to my own ears. I notice that he pulls the soft, compliant side out of me. "I saw the light on, and I was curious what you were doing" I say, but my words sound like nothing but humming to my own ears now. I’m zeroed in on him and the way he’s reacting to me.

I can see the thick muscles of his abdomen tighten, and I wonder if it’s for my benefit.

Does he notice the way my body reacts to him?

His gaze drops to the files again, and he smiles ruefully, and I want to know what’s going through his mind right now. "Working on new project of this month, and also I want to renovate the cabin too with a rocking chair in the corner of the room" he says, his voice husky. The way his eyes light up when he talks about it makes me feel sullen that I’ll never get to see it.

My thoughts of the cabin and his work are shaken out of my mind when Dad abruptly moves closer to me, his feet only shifting slightly, but it’s enough to make my breath catch in my throat.

His eyes flick from mine down to my lips for a brief moment before he looks away, turning his body back before satting down again.

He keeps doing this to me, making me think he wants me and then ripping that notion away before his lips meet mine. I’m not going to let it go this time. I need an answer one way or another. I move my hand to his back, my fingers tracing the lines of his muscles there in the same way I did his chest. "And who do you imagine rocking in it?" I ask, my voice a shaking whisper.

I’m usually shy with him, too nervous to meet his eyes, but he’s not pushing me away or telling me to go back to bed, and that spurs me on.

He looks back at me, his eyes filled with a hunger that matches my own.

"You," he says simply, his voice rough. I’ve never had a boyfriend before, but I know what desire sounds like in his voice. He wants me right now. He takes a deep breath and his teeth bite into his bottom lip before he finally admits, "Us. I imagine us on that rocking chair."

I take a step closer, my breasts pressing against the hot skin of his back, and only my thin tank top separates us, the tension between us palpable.

"Show me," I breathe, my lips brushing against his ear from behind him.

He doesn't need any further encouragement. He turns to me, his hands finding my waist as he pulls me on his lap against him with such force that he steals my breath for a second time tonight.

Our mouths meet in a searing kiss, a culmination of months of denial and restraint on both of our parts. His lips are warm and demanding, his tongue seeking entrance to my mouth as he kisses me like a man who has been deprived of something he needs for far too long.

I moan softly, my hands moving to tangle in his dark hair pulling him closer to my trembling body. Our kiss is fierce and passionate, almost like a wildfire that is consuming us both from the inside out.

He hold me effortlessly, and I wrap my legs around his hips. I feel the hardness of his body pressing against the softness of mine. His hard cock is straining against his pant, and even through my cotton shorts, I can feel the intense heat of his body.

He lifts me up by my bum as he gently lays me down on the table before pushing all the files and paper on it. Our kisses are desperate and hungry, a tangle of lips and tongues, and I arch my back, pressing my body up against his.

I want to remember how every inch of him feels over top of me because even in this moment, I know that it could be ripped away from me at any second. I want to remember this night for the rest of my life.

He breaks the kiss, his eyes dark with desire as he looks down at me.

"Tell me to stop," Dad rasps and his voice is so husky with need that if my panties weren’t already soaked from his kisses and the way he’s holding me, they would be now.

I jerk my head because it’s the only thing I can muster with my own desire burning fiercely. "Don’t stop" I finally whisper when he doesn’t move. I don’t want him to change his mind. I don’t want to go back to that cold, unforgiving dorm room in that fucking castle they pretend is a school and think about what this night would have been like if I’d just been brave enough to tell him what I need.

And with that, the tension that has been building between us for so long finally snaps. Our bodies entwine in a frenzy of passion, the wooden floor beneath his feet creaking with our movements. He pulls my tank top down over my breasts, pulling his mouth away from mine and then dipping his lips to one of my nipples.

The world around us fades into a hazy blur as Dad’s lips claim mine in a passionate kiss again, the dark stubble on his cheeks and chin deliciously scraping against the sensitive skin of my face.

The intensity of our desire seems to electrify the air, pulling us deeper into something so forbidden. I can’t form the fall out of this moment when the rest of our family finds out.

But then, a scream shatters the moment like fragile glass breaking around us. We pull apart, breathless and wide-eyed, our bodies still pressed close to

gether. The sound echoes in the shed, freezing us in place.

A/N: what does happen what was that sound?

And no they are actually not blood related in my pov but if you want to feel the real incest then you can imagine it.

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