Decoupled • KTH ✔

Chapter 7

Taehyung

"Morning!" I croak in my hoarse morning voice as I drag my feet into the kitchen to help myself to a cup of coffee.

"When did you come back last night?" Jang-Mi doesn't spare a glance at me, keeping her eyes only on the apple that she's slicing, and going by the force with which she's slicing it, I'm guessing that she's probably imagining the apple to be my neck.

"Around 12:30, I guess?" I don't spare her another glance as well; moving towards the coffee pot and pouring out a cup for myself.

Taking my cup of coffee, I head towards the dining table and sit down in one of the chairs. Today being Sunday, Areum is still sleeping, and I don't have to go to work as well.

Just when I spread out the newspaper and take a sip of my coffee, I hear Jang-Mi softly shutting the door to our daughter's bedroom. My eyes stay on her as she walks towards me, but what makes my breath hitch in my throat is the handcuff that she's holding in her hand.

The handcuff with its fur wrist cuffs is something that I bought many years ago while we were still having fun, and it has been so long that I almost entirely forgot about its existence in this household.

With my steady, unwavering gaze, I watch Jang-Mi get closer to me with an unreadable expression on her face. My blood rushes in excitement seeing my wife wanting to boldly initiate some hot foreplay first thing in the morning. Right now, every nerve cell in my body is awake and alert.

Morning sex is hot, and it's even hotter when we haven't laid a finger on each other for two long years, not to mention the handcuff, which is sure to spice things up.

My teeth begin gnawing at my lower lip when Jang-Mi softly takes my hand in hers and keeps her eyes fixed on me. Holding my hand is such a simple touch, but even that is making my stomach flip, and my skin sprouts goosebumps.

Licking my lips eagerly, I turn around a bit to sit facing her, my eyes slowly moving down to her chest and her slim waist that's in my straight line of sight, and some dirty thoughts invade my mind.

During our intimate moments, she has never been the vocal type, unlike I who keep vocalizing things. So, I take this closeness as the cue to proceed and bring my hand to hold her waist, and at that exact moment she cuffs my left wrist, the soft fur against my wrist bringing all my senses to life, and causing a rush of adrenaline in my lower half.

"Jang-Mi, Areum might wake up. How about we go to the bedroom?" I raise my eyebrows at her.

But she doesn't speak a word, instead, she locks the other end of the handcuff to the chair in which I am seated, causing my eyebrows to knit together, and my face to twist in confusion. Her actions are punctuated by the soft jingling sound of the keys that she drops inside the pocket of her apron with a sinister smirk on her face.

"What are you doing?" I ask when she takes a few steps back while I pull at the handcuff, hopelessly trying to break free.

"This is the only way to get you to sit down for a conversation. Otherwise you'd be like 'Hey, stop it. This topic is so boring' and you would just walk away, wouldn't you?" She states casually, pulling a chair to sit down facing me, as if nothing just happened here.

I feel so defeated and powerless, and even the way my body reacts perfectly aligns with this; I could literally feel my heart sink to my stomach and my hands grow cold and sweaty as well.

"Jang-Mi, what the hell? You could have just asked me that. This isn't how you treat someone, and your husband to top it all," I snarl through gritted teeth and tug at the handcuffs, my fists balling up in anger and irritation, and most of all in sheer disappointment.