༊˚ 𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 ࿐
Y/N'S POV ::
Happiness.
It's a nine letter word, easy to pronounce but a lot harder to actually feel it. And it's even more tough when everything inside you doesn't want to feel that happiness. A genuine happiness. I never thought that I was capable of feeling after my sister's death and my childhood reflected over me.
I couldn't feel that feeling.
But I often found myself wondering how it felt to be happy.
The rush of happiness was quick and normal. It ran through my body when we went to the museum. For some reason I don't think it has anything to do with the museum but everything to do with the man accompanying me.
It has been a week and more since that day. Taehyung has made a pattern nowadays. He'd ask me if I wanted to go out and then he'd take me to random places. A park in our own building I had no idea existed. Taehyung doesn't only own the top floor penthouse of this building but apparently, the whole building belongs to him.
He said that it was just a small investment that he made during his early days of being a CEO. We took a small stroll in the park but I could not for the love of God, be associated with anyone who came to greet us as mere pleasantries. That was after the museum and then he also took me to eat noodles at his favorite restaurant again.
We haven't been anywhere after that. Truth to be told, he was the CEO of a company that's practically leading the country and helping the youth to have a better future. We both had our own work and it was tough to have time for each other. He tries, on the other hand I find myself in a guildt trapping if i lack at my work. He is giving me reasons to stay but me, I'm still so confused over everything.
Especially this sudden change in our demeanor.
That man brings me joy, he makes me smile, happy and moreover makes me feel. Emotions. I've been eradicated from emotions but if I'm with him then they make a surprise visit.
Currently, I'm drowning in the peaceful night as I sit on the balcony while scribbling down something in my purple sketchbook. Its past his arrival time and he is still not home and I guess it's safe to admit that I am waiting for him to be home so we can eat together and then go to bed like normal people who are married.
The serenity of my surroundings is suspiciously disturbed by the irritating echoes of my phone that surrounds the room. I curse as I grab the device and when I see the caller ID, my entire body freezes at the spot. It's my mother. She hasn't contacted me since Jia's death anniversary. I blankly stare at the phone until it automatically goes black and then I place it upside down.
A sigh erupts from my mouth as I grab my pencil with my hands shaking and start to stroke a few lines on the blank pages. I don't even stare at the sketchbook as my brain floods with not so good memories from my lost childhood.
Had I been a bit stronger then I wouldn't be here today.
Now, no child wants a bad relationship with their parents, do they? A part of me hates my parents, mostly my mother but a bigger part of me hates myself for being like this. Like I just couldn't be enough. My phone keeps ringing but I don't pay any attention and instead stroke the page with a pencil.
A few minutes later,I look down at my sketchbook and my breath hitches when I see my sketch. I'm a fashion designer and we only make designs with faceless human figures but here, I've made a pair of eyes with a very symmetrical face. My cheeks heats when I find the similarities of that sketch with someone. My bottom lip disappears in between my teeth and upper lip as I add details to the sketch with so much attention that I can picture it out perfectly.
His not so similar eyes with one being a monolid and other being a double eyelid, his straight nose, his lips, the moles over his face and everything about him. It actually fascinates me because I've never seen anyone's face up close, and I certainly, most definitely do not remember the details of anyone's face. For me, the other people's faces are blurry and I tend to forget them easily.
But this, Mr arrogant, is a whole different story.
I delicately stroke the tip of my pencil over his features, as if it's my fingertips and I'm gliding it through his face. It helps to make my erratic heart calm down after my mother's call. I'm so lost in drawing the details of his face that I fail to hear the opening of our bedroom door until I hear the voice I've become accustomed to. “Little Vixen, I'm home.” I flinch so hard that I shut my sketchbook in instant and quickly grab my laptop, pretending that I'm working.
That was close, phew.
Taehyung wouldn't be pleased to see his sketch anyways and definitely won't be more pleased when that's nothing near complete. I guess I'll work on it in my free time. “Where are you?” He calls out, walking towards the balcony. “Hey! You're home.” I muttered and he nodded in my direction. My phone vibrates with a phone call again , making me feel like I no longer carry limbs or arms. I'm nothing.
“Uh.. I'll heat up the food until you get freshen up.” He hums at me while I rush downstairs while clutching my phone tight in my hand. Taehyung strikes the conversation as we eat our dinner, mostly asking me questions about my day and I reply normally like I always do. I swear to God he loves to rile me up on purpose.
An hour later, I walk inside our bedroom after taking a shower and I see Taehyung sprawled on the bed while scrolling through his phone. His damp hair is all over the pillow, wetting down the satin pillow cover. A sigh works through my mouth as I fix my glare at the man. “Taehyung.” I call him out as he hums. “Why are you all over the bed when your hair is wet?” I questioned, my OCD was getting the best of me.
“It's no big deal, My vixen and I'm too tired to dry my hair right now.” He reasoned and I twisted my lips. I couldn't believe he is older than me because he is such a mess and sometimes it drives me bonkers. I puff out a breath, stride in his direction and snatch his phone. “Hey!” He exclaims while I glare at him. “Dry your hair before I grab a trimmer and bald your head.” I state which caused him to stare at me as if I've grown two heads. “Are you serious?”
“Do you take me as someone who jokes? Especially when it comes to the mess you create?” I questioned. He visibly gulps, gives me a look over and then sighs, resigned. “I'm really tired, y/n. I was working for hours.” He stretched his arm and before it could hit my face, I shove it away and continue glaring at him. A strike of pain emerges in my chest when I see a slightly blue shade under his eyes.
“Jeez. Come here!” I pointed towards the vanity. “Why?” He questioned, raising a brow at me. I huffed out, giving him a look which was enough for him to get back on his feets and drag himself towards the vanity. “Stay still.” I muttered, plopping him down on the stool. “I feel like a lab experiment.” He uttered while I grabbed the hair dryer and plucked it in. “More like an asylum patient.” I rolled my eyes and turned on the dryer.
He grinned like a stupid person which he is while I dried his hair. My phone lit up with another phone call and my spine jerked up at that but I kept my expression still and purposely kept the dryer on so the sound of my phone won't reach Taehyung.
Why the hell my mother was calling?
“What's wrong?” Taehyung questioned as soon as I turned off the dryer. “Nothing. Here, your hair's all dry now.” I muttered, schooling my expression so he won't get suspicious but who I was kidding to. “They dried at least fifteen minutes ago.” He raised an eyebrow and my grip around the hair dryer tightened. A thick lump formed in my throat and I forced it down. I struggle hiding things from him nowadays.
“What's wrong? I want the real answer this time, no bullshit.” He narrows his eyes on me and I feel like I've stripped naked as I struggle to speak. “It's nothing really.. You're just over thinking.” I muttered, feeling my heart vibrate against my ribcage. “The fine lines over your forehead however tell me a different story, my vixen.” A shiver runs down my spine at the way that nickname rolls off his tongue. It's so smooth and feels just right.
My eyes bounce between him and my phone that's sitting on a night stand. He picks up on it and as if the situation couldn't get any worse, my phone starts ringing again. He glances at the phone and then back at me. I fist my hands against my thigh and try my level best to keep my calm. I've always been calm, too uptight,too organized and too much in control but then this man barged into my life and slowly I've lost my own tendencies over myself.
“Who the fuck is calling you at this hour of night?” There's an edge in his voice and if it wasn't my mother calling me then I would have replied in the same tone. “Taehyung..it's no one.” I pressed my lips and hurried my way towards my phone but before I could reach the table, he took huge steps and reached my phone before me. “I'll see it myself.” He grabs the phone and I glare at him.
“Do you not trust me or you think that I'm the cheap one?” I questioned, feeling queasy in my chest. “I trust you.” He replies in an instant. “And that's why it's telling me that somethings wrong.” He added. “It's nothing!” I exclaimed, trying to snatch my phone but he turns around and sees the caller ID. “It doesn't look like anything to me. Why is she calling you at this hour and why are you not answering?”
I lower my gaze at his words. I've been in a good mood lately and talking with my mother would ruin it for sure and henceforth I wanted to avoid it. I want to avoid her. “I don't want to talk to her.” I mumbled. “Why?” He asked. “She is not worth the time, Taehyung! Happy?” I exclaimed and looked away. My phone lit up again and this time I actually contemplated answering the damn phone and cursed the shit out of her.
No, you can't.
“Okay.” He replies and before I can comprehend the situation, Taehyung answers the phone call. “Hello, mother in law.” My eyes widened at his words and I stood frozen in my place. “Y/n- wait, why are you answering the phone?” I hear the faint voice of my mother as a curse slips out of my mouth. “First of all, this is no time to call your daughter when she is married and has a husband and second of all, why are you calling this late?” Taehyung questioned. “If it's anything important then spill it and if you called to torment my wife then I suggest you develop a hobby already.”
I wait for my mother to burst but no words are exchanged and the line goes dead. Taehyung puffs out a breath, a vein pops on his forehead as he places my phone away and then looks at me. I feel like he will give me a lecture but instead he sighs heavily and plops down on the bed. A gasp leaves my mouth when I feel him tugging me down and I land on his lap. I don't get to react to the situation and he snuggles in my chest. “The second time she bothers you, you tell me. Don't keep it to yourself.” He mumbled against my skin.
I feel my heart racing in my chest,my skin heats up but moreover I feel safe as he embraces me. The demons in my heart come to a halt and I inhale his scent. He smells like his shower gel and it's my comfort. None of us speak a word as he keeps me caged on his lap.
His lap.
“What's up with you keeping me in your lap, lately?” I questioned. This is the third time. Yes, I counted. In fact these three are the ones where he actually pulled me in his lap. Others were just accidents which I can't seem to remember. “I like this position.” I hit his chest and got off him. Taehyung grumbles but lays back in the bed while I keep the hair dryer back in its place.
“Do you wanna go to an amusement park this weekend?” He asked, causing me to look back at him with confusion. “Why?” I questioned back. “Because you've never been to an amusement park before?” He muttered, giving me a look. “No. We went to one in Australia.” I reminded him of the time when we went to visit his cousins and then we all went to the amusement park. “That was Australia. The amusement parks in Seoul are on a different level.”
“I believe they are the same everywhere.” I reasoned. He clicked his tongue and gave me a look which had me contemplating my own decision for a brief moment. “Are you sure? Are you actually free this weekend?” I questioned, being very well known of his schedule. “Do you think I would've suggested the idea otherwise?” He raised an eyebrow so I let out an exasperated sigh before nodding my head.
The next thing I knew that we actually went to the amusement park and as he said, it was way too different than the one we visited in Australia. This one was massive and had so many rides that I could barely count them. Last time we had his cousins with us but this time, the awkward tension hung above us. I had no idea where to go and what to do. I was simply liking the feel of being here.
The environment was different. “Uh..do you wanna go there?” Taehyung pointed towards a ride. I let out a hum and then we made our way towards the ride. There were so many things that one could do around the amusement park, I was finding those things as a new discovery. We roamed around the park, went on several rides and then with time, I kind of felt tired.
“I think we should eat something.” I declared, making a stop. Taehyung glanced at me and let out a hum. “I'll bring something to eat.” Before I could stop him, he ran away. I looked down at my feets and an emotion ran through me. I was wearing platform heels but Taehyung made me wear sneakers instead. He actually forced me to wear them by snatching my heels from me and then shoveling the shoes at me.
When I didn't wear them myself, he forcibly helped me wear them. Now, I couldn't thank him enough for that because we have been walking for hours and I would've died had I worn heels.
My eyes landed on the couple standing a few feets away from me. They are laughing while clicking pictures with cotton candies. It's not about them, it's about the genuine happiness which their faces are resonating with. It's shining in their eyes, the passion, the liking and the love they both share. I wonder what people see when they see me and Taehyung together. Half the time we argue and half the time we are not even together.
But what about the times when we are together?
When he holds me.
When he snuggles in the crook of my neck.
When we eat dinner together with the comfort silence looming over us.
I love that silence. It speaks more than our words could ever do. As if our eyes are having their own conversation which our mouth couldn't understand but it reaches the soul and brings a kind of relief to the erratic beating of my heart.
And the time when he is kissing me?
I never found kissing as an intimate gesture. I never thought a mere kiss would bring sparks within me or it could make me feel all weird throughout my body. He doesn't only kiss me, he devours me and I like it. I love when he kisses me. The feel of his lips on me is something entirely apart from this world. Just a memory of our last kiss brings goosebumps over my skin and my lips tingle with fresh remnants.
“Where are you lost at, My vixen?” I startled at the sudden voice. As I look up, I find Taehyung staring down at me with two containers in his hand. He is wearing a casual white t-shirt with dark jeans and a jacket over his shoulders. His sunglasses are settled on his head and his gaze is fixed on me. “Nothing.” I muttered, forgetting about the couple I was staring at. Taehyung sighs and sits beside me. “What is this?” I look at the containers with confusion.
“Street food! It's a must.” He replied, making me even more confused. He sure as hell doesn't look like a CEO with a burden of work on his shoulders. Instead, he appears to be a carefree guy who's just out with his wife in his free time. “Bet you never had street food before.” I raise my eyebrow at him while he smirks. “I bet even you never had the street food before.” I stated. “Well yeah. I just wanted to try this for so long.” I shake my head, watching him take a bite of his tteokbokki.
Taehyung slurps and then he is huffing at the spicy taste. I crook my brows and hand him the water bottle. “Fuck! This is so spicy!” He exclaimed, gulping the half of the water down. “Or you're just a baby.” I declared, munching on the same tteokbokki. His eyes scanned me with amusement as I ate the food. It wasn't that spicy but again, Taehyung was never good with spice.
After finishing our small break of lunch, we had ice creams and then the very last ride. A ferris wheel. The both of us were hesitant last time but this time, I held his hand and then made our way inside. This was really different from the one in Australia. It was huge and you could see the whole city from up here.
I let my fingertips touch the glass window as my gaze ran over the city. My lips stretched in a smile at the beautiful sight. “It's so pretty.” I muttered. “Indeed.” Taehyung replied, causing me to look at him. He was staring at me and so I rolled my eyes while shaking my head. “You're so cheesy.” I retorted. “If that's what you want to call it.” He shrugged his shoulders and only then I realized his grip around my hand. He wasn't even trying to hide the way he was staring at me.
“Did you like today?” He questioned. “Yup. It was good.” I replied, shortly after and then turned to look at him. The time seemed to slow down as I gazed at him. From his tousled hair to his perfectly built figure. He was sitting across from me, his knees brushing mine. His one hand stayed intertwined in mine while the other was resting by his side in a fist. Taehyung leaned back, legs parted as he shamelessly stared at me. I gulped down the lump in my throat and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.
The air shifted so suddenly and though it was not summer, I felt hot. “Uh.. we should go back home after..this..” I stammered out. He hummed while keeping on his leg in between mine. I had the urge to clench my thigh but I couldn't because this bastard has his leg settled right in between mine. “I wanna go shopping tomorrow!” I exclaimed, trying my best to appear cool. Although, my insides were dying and I wanted to get out of here. Away from him.
“Sure.” He muttered. I sighed and attempted to look away but before I could, Taehyung smoothly held my jaw, leaned forward and captured my lips in his. I shut my eyes,feeling a spark elicit within the pit of my stomach and it ran throughout my toes. He didn't kiss me hard, instead it was soft and slow. As if he was remencising something,like he wanted to remember this kiss for a very long time. I curled my toes inside my sneakers and fisted my hand on his jacket.
Taehyung nibbled on my lower lips, causing me to let out a whimper and hold him tight. With a soft peck over my mouth, he pulled away. A smile plastered on his face. He held my jaw and then wiped the saliva from the corner of my lips. I shuddered under his touch and with the cheeks being red, I looked at him. “I was dying to taste your lips since the morning.” He mumbled, running the tip of his tongue over his lips.
And damn, did I melt there?
TAEHYUNG'S POV ::
I thought kissing in the ferris wheel was overrated and cliche which seems good only in movies but after kissing y/n in there, my opinions have drastically changed. It doesn't depend on the kiss but it's all about the person you're kissing. It's about the person who has the power to make you feel things you've never felt before.
I can still taste and feel her lips on mine even though we left the amusement park and now we were on our way back home. The sun had set a long time ago and the moon was glinting in the sky. I told her that I had free time but it was wrong. I don't know how long y/n is going to stay with me but as long as she is, I'm going to make our time unimaginable.
So I've been desperately trying to make time for her and take her out to peel off her layers and reach her. I want to make her happy. I want to make her stay with me. And for that, I'll do anything that I can. I'll give her so many reasons to stay that she will forget about everything else.
A heavy breath erupts from my mouth the moment I park the car in our building. I take off my seat belt and tilt my head to my left side only to see that my vixen has fallen asleep. My lips stretched into a small smile as I stared at her. She fell asleep the moment I started driving. Indeed she was tired but I was happy to know that she trusted me. She trusts me enough to fall asleep in my car while I was driving.
“We are home, little vixen.” I muttered and got a whimper from her as a response. Shaking my head, I stepped out of the car and walked around to open her door but my movements halted as I heard a voice calling me out. “Mr Kim.” I turned around and saw the other woman walk in my direction. “Mrs Choi, good evening.” I muttered, keeping my expression stoic.
Well , none can get me to lose my expressions except for the woman sleeping so peacefully in my car.
“Good evening. i actually wanted to talk to you about the building's—”
“I'm sorry , Mrs Choi but whatever issue you have regarding the building and its maintenance, you gotta talk in the office with the secretary. I'm the owner here and if they don't listen to your complaints then I'll look into it.” I cut her off. She nodded while twisting her lips. “Sure, sir.” She muttered. “Yes. Now, If you'll excuse me.” She bowed down her head and then walked away.
I pinched the bridge of my nose. They just need the chance to talk to me. Shaking my thoughts away,I open the door of my car and see y/n still asleep. Her hand is resting on her stomach and her head is tilted to the right side. I let out a sigh as I slid my one arm under her thigh and kept the other around her shoulder before I scoop her up in my arms. She mumbles something incoherent and snuggles in my chest as a smile appears on my face.
I kick the door close, slowly. I can't hurt my car. That's a blasphemy for me. I catch people gasping and swooning as I make my way towards the private elevator and push the button. People are really strolling outside at this time and how would I know when I never make home at eight in the evening. Y/n doesn't even move as I carry her all the way inside our bedroom.
She merely squirms when I put her on the bed. I move to remove her sneakers when I see a red rash over her ankles. The annoyance grips me as I brush my finger over the red marks caused by her heels. She wears heels constantly no matter how many times I tell her not to and I often have to carry her shoes with me. The marks are fading though but it still doesn't fit well with me.
High heels with high standards, my ass.
A hiss escapes her mouth as I shake my head and pull the duvet over her figure. She shifts, turns around and goes back to sleep with a slight pout plastering on her luscious lips. I lean towards her mouth and give in my temptation as I place a quick peck on her mouth. “You'll be mine, won't you?” I whispered. She licked her lips unconsciously and hummed. “Hmm.. Satan..” My mouth fell open at those words.
Did she really call me that in her sleep?
I chuckled before pulling away from her. The morning was chaotic after y/n woke up in her last day's clothes, she was mad and irritated. Henceforth, I had to give up on my morning kiss because if I wanted to continue breathing without struggling then I had to stay away from her while she was mad. It was a good and safe option.
Now, after all the nagging and cleaning the house I managed to drag her out. “Why the hell are we here?” Y/n muttered, tugging at my arm while trying her best to keep her smile attuned. “Didn't you tell me that you wanted to go shopping today?” I questioned, turning to look at her and she immediately looked down. “I wasn't even serious about it.”
“Seriously? Sometimes I question if you're actually a human or not.” Her head snapped in my direction as she glared at me. “Really? Well I at least do not have to question that regarding you because I sure as hell know that you are a Satan from hell.” She stated, a smile coating on her lips. I let out a resigned sigh and continued roaming the mall with her.
Y/n didn't buy anything except for a dress and just when I thought that we were done, she dragged me to buy kitchen appliances. “Sarah needs them! Let's go!” That's what she said before dragging me. Hours went in shopping and it was filled with our banters more than buying actual things.
“I don't even eat sweets.” She gave me a look when I bought a strawberry crepe. “Can you make today an exception?” I muttered while she shook her head in denial but took the crepe from me anyways. As we walked further and further, y/n made a halt at a specific place. I turned around to look at her and then followed her gaze which landed on kids who were playing on trampolines. “What's wrong?” I asked. “What's that?” She pointed at the trampoline and I had my mouth slightly parted.
“No. You really are not human.” I muttered causing her to glare at me. “Well I apologize that I didn't have the glorious opportunity to explore the world like you.” She states as a sudden pain grips me at my heart. Y/n huffs, mutters a curse and then turns her heels towards the exit. “Y/n! I didn't mean that!” I exclaimed, following her behind.
How can I forget that she never got the chance to live her childhood?
At least I allowed myself to live those days but y/n never did.
The environment in our car drops to zero and it's filled with her silence. Her arms are crossed against her chest, she is sitting beside me but it feels like she is far away from me and I hate, hate this. “I'm sorry.” I muttered, keeping my focus in front. “Okay.” She replies, dryly. I huff out a breath, my jaw clenching along with my grip that tightens around the steering wheel. “Now, don't be like this, little vixen. You're tasting my patience.” I stated.
She sighs, her arms drop to her side and she looks outside the window. “Where are we going? This is definitely not the way to go home.” She finally noticed the route and turned to me while narrowing her eyes. “Well, we have a stop before we go home.” I announced. “I wanna go home.” She retorted. “Just a last stop and then we will go home.” I declared. She rolled eyes and pulled out her phone to distract herself.
A while later, I pulled the car in a parking lot and y/n let out a gasp when she realized that we were standing in a trampoline park. “Why are we here? Isn't this supposed to be for kids?” Y/n asked, giving me once over look while narrowing her eyes as if I've gone crazy. I might have though. Who knows?
“Yes but this one is different. It's made for adults as well.” The second those words flew out of my mouth,she turned to fully face me, her arms crossed against her chest. Again. She taps her heels and looks at me with eyes that are surely believing that I've gone crazy. “You don't believe me.” It's a statement which I'm voicing out for her. “You happen to talk bullshit.” She shrugs and sighs.
I hold her shoulder and turn her to look at the trampoline where adults are jumping like freaking kids. Her mouth parts at the sight and she drops her arms. “Look. I wasn't lying.” I muttered. “Why are we here?” She asked. “So you can get to experience the trampoline, little vixen.” I roll my eyes as I speak to her. “I'm not interested in jumping like a bouncy ball. I'd rather we go home and finish off my designs because tomorrow is Monday and Miss Jin will eat my brains out.”
I narrowed my eyes at her last words. “Is she troubling you?” I questioned. Y/n shakes her head in denial but I still make a mental note to talk with Jin Ga-young. Just in case. She turns her heels and takes a step to leave but soon her steps falter as the shrill voices filled with utter joy reaches her. I watch how she clenches her fists against the fabric of her white pants that she has paired with a cream color top. A smile coats my lips as I step in her direction and lean towards her ear from behind. “You sure that you don't want to try this, my vixen?”
She all but shudders at the tint of tease in my voice. “Let me just see what's so fucking fun about this.” She states and walks towards the trampoline while I follow her behind. “Have you been on one of these?” The little vixen asks on our way. “Years ago.” I muttered, remembering that one day in college when Jimin dragged me in __.
“I'm certainly sure, there's nothing special about it—” Y/n's words turn into a gasp as I push her down on the huge trampoline. Her wide eyes relax the moment she starts bouncing on the surface and I follow after. In a swift moment, the area is filled with her laughter which works like soothing music to my ears and I'm not even a fan of music. But her laughter? I could die hearing it and then I'll probably brag about the world's most soothing voice ; which is her laughter to an actual Satan.
Few minutes later, she is laying down on the trampoline, a fit giggle erupting from her mouth as she is catching her breath. I've been sitting and watching her only. Now, her energy seems to drain as she stares up at the ceiling and so my eyes are fixated on her. The way her eyes are sparkling, her mouth is carrying a grin and her chest is rising and falling in a rhythm. She looks relaxed instead of her usual uptight and distant self. Her head cranes in my direction and only then I realize that I've been shamelessly staring at her like an idiot.
“What are you looking at?” She asks, the smile grin never leaving her mouth. “Your laugh. It never gets old to see how beautiful you look when your lips curve up and your face brightens or how soothing you sound. All while you laugh.” The words float on their own and I don't even attempt to stop them. Y/n clamps her mouth shut and continues staring at me. “You sound as if I don't laugh at all.” She sits straight up to face me. “You don't, actually.”
She rolls her eyes, probably mirroring mine. It's kind of fucked yet interesting how both of has zero connections to emotions and yet we are the one persons emitting those emotions out or each other. “I laugh when I feel happy.” She retorted. “And please, pray tell, what makes you happy?” I tilt my head and wait for her reply. She , however, looks down, bit on her lower lips as her cheeks slowly turn to the faint red shade. “That's a discussion for some other day.”
And then she attempts to stand only to fall down on me. I hold her still in my grip, locking my gaze with her. “There are people here.” She muttered, slipping away from me. “And we are married.” I remind her. “I don't like to initiate myself in actions that could be considered as PDA.” She stands tall and so I lift myself up too. “We should get home.”
The way on our ride back home, y/n is telling me how fun it was to go on a trampoline. “Thanks for letting me experience it.” She muttered, glancing at me. “It's no big deal.” I shrugged my shoulders as we reached the building and I parked the car. Y/n's eyes are fixated on me the whole time and suddenly, she leans in, drops a quick kiss to my cheek. I don't even have the time to react before she smiles and steps out of the car. She is already rushing towards the elevator while I feel her lips still lingering above my cheek.
Fuck me.
I look down at myself and heat coates my cheeks. A snarl of frustration leaves my mouth and I have to run my hand down my face to calm my nerves. This woman has been giving me blue balls for the past few months and I can't do anything to satiate myself. For some fucked up reason i think my boner has nothing to do with a physical attraction and everything to do with the way she laughs, snarls or even glares. It gets me hard.
I'm so screwed up.
Few other days rolled down the horizon and things have been very peaceful for my own liking. It's a fine Thursday afternoon when I feel something clogged in my chest. The serenity that echoes in my cabin does nothing to calm my heart down. Something feels so wrong. As if something is slipping from my grip. “Sir, are you okay?” I look up to see Jisung looking at me weirdly. A shudder runs through my body and I struggle to breath. “What makes you think that I'm not fine?” I questioned.
“Uh.. You're sweating and also, you're constantly typing while making errors.” He pointed at the laptop and a curse slipped from my mouth. “The States deal, what happened to them?” I questioned, rubbing my fingers together and acting like my heart isn't just giving out on me. Jisung starts to speak but I can't focus as my mind goes through all the things that I've done since morning.
Something is definitely wrong.
I can feel it in my bones.
The crippling anxiety does nothing good to ease my mind and calm my nerves. So, I abruptly stand up from my seat, causing Jisung to halt his words as he gives me a look. “Gimme a moment. I'll be back soon.” I announce as I rush outside my cabin. I rub my face with my hands as I wait for the elevator. I wait impatiently until the elevator door opens at a certain floor and then I hurry my way.
I walk and walk until I stop near her cabin. I watch y/n who is explaining some designs to her colleagues on a dummy. She is wearing her casual trousers and formal shirt,the sleeves are folded up till her elbows and a pen is stuck in her bun that sits above her head in a messy way. She is focused on explaining things, her voice reaches stern and strict. People are surely focused on her while struggling to breath in her scrutiny. I pull out my phone and capture her picture.
Then I wait for a few more minutes until they all leave and y/n is alone. I march my way inside and she startles looking at me. The erratic beating of my heart calms down a notch as I stare at her. “Taehyung, what are you doing here?” She eyes me while keeping the file aside. I breath in before taking a long stride in her direction and then I wrap my arms around her waist. She is attuned to my touch now and doesn't flinch,instead she stands frozen while I snuggle in the crook of her neck. The scent of soft vanilla and cocoa mixed with tuberose reaches my nose.
She smells, fruity, warm and a bit sultry. She smells like home and suddenly all of my nerves settle down. A sudden eruption of relief washed over me. “What's wrong? Are you okay?” Y/n asked in her soft voice and I exhaled. I can imagine her confused face. “I am, now.” I muttered and pulled away from her. There's a frown on her face as she tilts her head and looks at me. “Why are you here?” She asked further, crossing her arms and leaning back on her table. I put her arms down by her side and keep my arms on the table while trapping her.
“Taehyung, anyone could walk in.” She muttered. “I locked the door.” I replied. “Jeez,you're the CEO I can't imagine you lacking.” She rolls her eyes, despite the crimson covering her cheeks. It's a mystery to me how her mouth and body sings the different tune whenever we are physically close. “I don't lack by any means, my vixen. I didn't build this fortune worth of profit to this company overnight, did I?” I asked.
“Fine. Way to flex your success, Mr Arrogant Kim. Would you please now tell me why are you here in my cabin instead of yours? Please pardon my curious brain though.” She forces a smile and I suppress mine. This woman really has power over my emotional turmoil now and that's the very first time. I don't why I'm feeling like something is wrong but as I stand here with my wife, things seem to be fine. For now, at least. She pulls her chin up, silently asking me to answer her.
“I was here to tell you that we are going to have our dinner at this new restaurant today.” I muttered. “Why? What's the occasion?” She questioned. “Do I need an occasion now? I'm just bored of eating homemade food and this restaurant has great reviews despite opening recently so I thought maybe we should check it out.” I blabber doubting myself if I'm even making sense. Y/n isn't someone easy. There's a reason why she is my little vixen.
Because she is sexy, intelligible and definitely cunning.
“I doubt your words but whatever helps you sleep at night.” She slightly pushes me away and then checks her watch. I don't fail to notice how red her cheeks are looking and the different rhythm of her breathing. “I get free at 7pm. Is that okay?” I hum at her, hell knows if I'm free by them but if not then I'll just clear out my schedule. “Now go and do some work.” She states while pushing me towards the exit of her cabin. I ignore the curious glances I get on my way back and stalk my way towards my cabin.
The hours end earlier than I imagine them to. There's still something clogged in my chest but I ignore it and focus on finishing up my work instead. I received a text from y/n that she is done and will be waiting in the parking lot. I jump up, ready to leave and have a dinner filled with her sarcasm and our bittersweet arguments. Truth to be told, we clash a lot but it's fun now.
My brows knit together when I see Hye-young caller ID flashing. “Hey mom!” I answer, making my way outside. “Taehyung.. Tae.. you gotta come home honey..” She sounds panicked and suddenly all the gloomy emotions that I felt earlier rush back to me. “What's wrong, Mom?” I'm already making my way outside when she replies. “It's about your grandfather. He.. he is sick..”
Dread fills my entire body and an alarm goes off in my brain. I freeze before forcing myself to move and make my way outside the building. I don't care when I stumble or collide with people in my way. I just move and keep moving. Y/n is already standing in the parking lot, waiting for me but I go blind with the urgency of seeing my grandfather and I don't even realize when I move past her. I'm not even able to see her as I climb inside my car and she doesn't even move to stop me while,
I drove away.
—To be continued..
A/N :: I didn't proof read this part so I'm sure there must be some grammatical errors. Sorry about that 🥲
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