Bitch boys | NCT Mafia AU

Dis Obedience: (CH47)

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'Fuck you.' You turned around, almost stumbling over the white lace that was lumped next to your ankles.

You felt as if the weight of your body had tripled, after putting the gown on.

'What? You look beautiful Y/N.' Taehyung exhaled, skipping next to your side to examine you in closer detail.

You scoffed and pushed his head, motioning his body to distance further from your space.

'If I'm going to marry you and throw my life away, I might as well do it with a NICE wedding dress on.' You ripped the head piece that was attached to your hair and threw it over to Taehyung.

Taehyung's eyes momentarily closed as the hair band, secured with lace, struck the centre of his face.

The two of you hadn't had a good conversation since before you pushed him and yourself off the building.

You refused to agree with him, eating your meals and sleeping in the same bed as him made you question your existence the moment you awoke from your sleep.

You would lay there, in the morning, wishing that the sun had never rose and you could remain asleep forever. As that of a corpse.

Taehyung exhaled sharply, before organising back the hair piece.

You peered down on his figure bitterly.

'Are we done?' You removed the attachable cuffs which hung around your shoulders, 'just pick whatever you want me to wear, I don't care.'

Taehyung's breath hitched slightly, his arm stretched out to you but you ignored him.

He slumped back down into the leather couch in defeat, as you walked back out the shop.

'Shes gone through 10 different bridal designers and she's not happy?!' Jimin paced across the room, immediately pouring himself another glass of vodka.

Taehyung looked over at him loosely.

'Its not the dresses she's unhappy with...'

'Mmm yeah,' The glass sat upon Jimins plump lips, he stared back at his friend with a tired expression, 'it ought to be that best friend of hers that you killed.'

He slipped the vodka down his throat greedily.

Taehyung exhaled.

'She's not dead.'

Jimin raised his brow looking at him.

'She sure as hell looks dead to me, Tae.' Jimin examined the remaining amounts of vodka left in his glass.

Taehyung stopped adjusting his rings and paid full attention to Jimin.

'She isn't til I want her to be.'

'Ah, just like how you can make Y/N fall head over heels for you, with a blink of the eye?'

The men exchanged a prolonged look of annoyance.

Taehyung hung his head over to the side, slowly tracing his tongue around the crowns of his teeth.

Jimin patiently placed a slice of lemon in his glass, calculating any undertones he wanted to further add to his vodka. Before then clearing his throat.