Enemies to Lovers || Taehyung FF

Jealous?

Y/N POV

We arrive home.

"Taehyung!" I hear an annoying voice call. I roll my eyes already knowing who it is. She jumps into Taehyung's arms. They start making out, in the fucking driveway. I scoff and go inside. I throw my purse on the bed and change. I take off my clothes and Taehyung's hand print is tattooed on my thigh. My thigh had red fingertip marks on it. My eyes get teary, it reminded me of what my dad did to me sometimes. He still does...it's just been a while. Taehyung walks in. Does nobody here know how to knock? He looks at me looking at the marks on my thigh. He walks over to me and looks at the marks.

"Happy?" I say. He looks at me sorry. I push him out of the way and go to the bathroom. I put lotion on the marks.

"Y/N let me in." He says knocking on the door.

"Go away, I don't want to see you." I say coldly.

"I know how to fix it, trust me." He say softly.

"Fine..." I say. I open the door, complete forgetting I only had my panties and bra on. His eyes immediately shoot to my chest...down to my panties. He licks his lips and looks back up at me. I look down and my eyes widen. I quickly grab a towel and wrap it around my body. He chuckles softly.

"Don't laugh. Hurry up and fix it." I say. He picks me up by my waist and puts me on the bathroom counter. I hold his shoulders for support. He stands between my legs. He looks at the bruises and marks he gave me.

"Sorry..." He says as he grabs a cream from the drawer. I don't answer and just look at him. When he puts the cream on his fingers and rubs my bruises I whimper. He looks up at me and down at my thigh. He rubs them gently. I squeeze his shoulders.

"Fuck! Taehyung look what you did!" I say and try not to scream from the pain.

"Keep blaming me if it helps." He says rudely.

"I will if you don't stop acting like how you did today." I shoot back. "Why did you? You can make out with whoever you want but I can't even talk to a guy? Jealous much?"

"I'm not jealous, I know what type of guys they are. Cheaters. Players."

"So kind of like you?" I say and smile.

"Shut up. I'm not a cheater." He says.

"Really? Because making out with another girl in front of your wife sure isn't like cheating." I say sarcastically.

"Forget her...I sent her home. We're over." He says.

"Why..."

"Because my father told me I can't be with a girl like her. He says you're better than her and I can't hurt you, even though I wasn't hurting you. You just didn't care." He says.

"How do you know that?"

"You felt hurt? Or maybe jealous..." He says with a smirk.

"Oh please, why would I be jealous because I wanted to be with you? Explain the logic there." I say and fold my arms.

"Whatever. Your pain seems to be going away, you're passing it on to me aren't you." He says and chuckles. He picks me up and puts me down on the floor. He washes his hands and uses the robe I was wearing to dry them. The towel drops off my body and he licks his lips.

"Dang Y/N...I didn't know you were all that." He says and points to my body.

"Shut up! Give me my clothes." I say as he chuckles. He goes outside and tosses me my clothes. I change into them.