Lost My Way🔞《 kth~jjk × Y/n 》

38) Jealousy

Your consciousness was intermittent, and in the most painful time you were in a trance, thinking that you are dying.you couldn't even cry in pain, with cold sweat on your forehead.

In fact, taehyung was also uncomfortable in this process. He was painful in the dry and narrow place. He just wanted to bully you and make you more uncomfortable.

"Do you admit your fault?"

In the end, you heard this sentence. You slowly rolled over your tightened body with your chin resting on your knee. You did not speak, feeling that the residual heat gradually left your body with taehyung's movements.

"What's wrong with me?" you were thinking and your eyes were dim, and nothing could be reflected in it.

"Speaking," taehyung frowned and bent down to force you to face him. He thought he had made a concession, but he was still totally ignored, "Do you feel not enough so you just lie there and wait for me?"

You face turned with taehyung's strength. He could barely focus your eyes. Your pupils were big and black, but there was no pure affection in your eyes anymore. The dark shadow of taehyung was in your eyes which were full of overwhelming despair and sadness.

Taehyung's heart suddenly shivered in pain. He raised his hand to touch your eyelashes , trying to confirm that the heartbreak he saw was just an illusion.

But as soon as he raised his hand, you totally huddled yourself up. Your face was covered with a red handprint. Suddenly, you coughed. Your pale face showed your extreme pain. Then you coughed up dark red blood.

Taehyung's face changed and his pupils suddenly contracted. He bent down to hold you, as his fingers trembled, "What's wrong? What's wrong? Let me... Let me check quickly..."

You trembled more and more severely, and when you opened your mouth, blood slid down your lips. You grabbed taehyung and his fingers whitened in pain, "Cold."

Taehyung caught the sheet in a flurry and wrapped it around you. He turned over you and held you in his arms, but he touched much cold and sticky liquid under you. Taehyung was completely panic-stricken. The tearing wound in your womanhood was still bleeding.

"It's all right... You will be fine. Let's go to the hospital right away. It's all right," taehyung comforted not only you, but also himself. It was too rare for taehyung to speak in such a panic tone. He was always like a strategist, calm and elegant.

"I'm not going to the hospital," you said in a flat tone, but your voice was a little muffled. Your mind was clear, so you repeated, "I will not go to the hospital."

Taehyung stepped back. He quickly flipped through his address book and dialed a number, "Jin hyung? Get the medicine box and come to my house now! "

After hanging up, taehyung hugged you tightly in his arms, "It's all right. Jin will be right here. Are you tired? Sleep in my arms for a while."

"Taehyung," your voice was very husky and not so clear, but peaceful without complaint or affection.

You did not wait for taehyung's response. You laughed softly, "I still miss our high school and hope to reexperience those days again. At that time, Taehyung was outstanding and liked by everyone. But he only liked me. He has a bad temper and was impatient with everything, but he was willing to accompany me patiently. If someone mocked me, he would wave a stool to teach them how to talk politely. When he received an award on the stage, he would give his first gaze at me."

You smiled reminiscently, but tears coursed down your face unconsciously, "When taehyung was seventeen years old, he said that he liked me, so I decided to be with him. I believed he must love me and would take good care of me. When I was nineteen years old, I abandoned my family and future for him. I was not afraid of suffering as long as I was with him. At the age of 23, my parents came to seoul to look for me and had a car accident. I had nothing left but him. At that time, I thought that as long as he gave me a home, I would not leave him anyway."

The wetness on your face was covered with tears. You stared at the air and tried to suppress your choke firmly in your throat, "He was very kind to me and worked hard to make money. When he was young, he was so arrogant and rebellious, but he learned to cater to clients on the feasts, to toast, to drive the door for bosses... I know that he did all this for me, otherwise he would not break a hand of a big client who only said some dirty words to me. At that time, he not only lost the order, but was detained for a few days."

You laughed in a gentle and bitter way when you said these things. You words were full of the uncontrollable affection.

"But I don't know why the guy changed," you coughed again. Your mouth ached badly and was filled with the smell of blood.

"He scarcely goes home, and barely call me. Sometimes he went home drunk at night, and the clothes were stained with perfume. I don't know what to do. I lived more carefully than a girl. I've been wondering why he doesn't like me anymore. It's because I'm not as pretty as I used to be. Or the meals I just learnt to cook were not as good as those outside. Or he just likes new tips of the young in bed."

"It's ridiculous. In the two years, I even watched GV with a serious attitude of attending high school classes, just trying to please him. But in the end, it's useless. I don't think I can learn how to tie a man's heart with my body in my life. It's not bad to stop crying or begging for mercy. How can I satisfy him on bed?"

"I'm so useless. He's still afraid I'll go out to seduce somebody else. How is it possible? I have exhausted all my heart for him all this life... If I do that, I will really be a fool."

Taehyung hugged you fiercely and his voice was full of sadness. "Please stop... Don't talk about it. Don't ... It's my fault, my dear. It's all my fault," Taehying's voice was choked, his heart ached and he felt he was suffocating.

You slender eyebrows furrowed, and you seemed to have not heard taehyung's words. Your voice dropped and mixed with sobs in your throat, "When I went to school, I didn't dare to learn to ride a bike, and it would ache for half a day if there is an abrasion of the skin on my leg... In high school, a recitation mistake led to a hit on hand on maths class. I was the only one in the whole class who was never beaten by our teacher. I was afraid of pain. Though our teacher just symbolically hit the palms of students a few times when most of our classmates slacked off in recitation... He knows it. Knowing that I am most afraid of pain, but he still slapped me across the face mercilessly. I knew at that moment that he did not love me anymore."

"I'm wrong... Baby, I love you most. Stop talking, wait till you recover your health and hit me back... I'm really wrong." taehyung became more and more nervous, as his heart trembled with fear and pain. He could clearly feel that once something was said, it would be impossible to go back to the past.

You listened quietly to taehyung and did not respond to him as if you had heard nothing, "For others, the relationship might be easily cut off. But for me, you're my only love in the 14 years and the only one I rely on. I've tasted all sweetness and pain engraved on my heart."

You pulled taehyung's clothes. You looked up at the man's deep eyes and smiled gently, "So the first time you hit me, I wouldn't go. When you were drunk and called me irene, I wouldn't go. When you were in France with your lover and fooled me, I wouldn't go. When you suspected that I have an affair with another guy and raped me, I wouldn't go. But Kim taehyung, tell me how long I can live without love..."

Taehyung's body quivered. Something was out of his control.