A Reunion!; (CH 52)

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Taeyong checked himself in the distorted reflection of his silver spoon. He wasn't one for nerves, this wasn't even a date.

He just wanted to look good, at least.

It made him nervous, seeing you. He knew you'd look gorgeous, as always. But, just knowing what was inside of you, made him anxious.

Taeyong didn't want to treat you differently, but he knew he would, even subconsciously.

A part of him saw you as a slut. Respect for you hung by a very weak and fragile thread. To sleep with a convict like Taehyung. To think you had it in you, to do it. Taeyong couldn't help but question whether he should live or die, upon those thoughts.

Taeyong groaned, he dreaded seeing you, worn and pregnant for another man. He wanted the baby to vanish, as horrible as that would be to confess, he deeply wanted it to not exist.

He plucked pieces of bread from the basket at the centre of the table. He knew he had to fill up - to build strength. He'd especially need it since the thought of you pregnant with Taehyung's child disgusted him to the point where he completely lost his appetite.

He slid the piece of bread over various olive oil condiments, trying to taste something good out of the blandness of it. Nothing.

Nothing was good.

No matter how much he tried to dress it up. The baby wasn't good. He didn't like you with the baby.

He just didn't want to see you.

Did it make him a sick misogynistic man? Definitely. Did he care? Absolutely not. He knew his flaws and he'd own them with no shame.

He just couldn't wait for it depart from your body and stop feasting from your organs.

'I hope it comes out premature.' He muttered underneath his breath, chewing the bread bitterly.

'Should I be jealous?' Taehyung arms wrapped around your waist, his hand softly squeezing your stomach, 'I think I should be.'

You were wearing this skin-tight black dress. You wanted to appreciate the figure you had, before the baby made its presence very clear.

You laughed a little.

'You could come too if you wanted.' You muttered, you smoothed out a few wrinkles in the fabric.

'Taeyong wouldn't like that, no?' Taehyung head rested on your shoulder, the sharpness of his chin made your body twitch.

'That tickles.' You pushed him away a bit.

'What are you going to be talking to him about? Badly about me, again?' He teased, his handsome eyes peering down at you lovingly.

You rolled your eyes softly.

'Maybe, Tae.'

He smirked, before biting his lip and returning to a stern expression.

'After this, you won't see him for a while.' Taehyung said.

You gave him a confused look.

'What do you mean?'

'Now that Bokyung's gone,' His voice weakened a little at the mentioning of her, 'we finally get to leave the world we were trapped in. I don't want our child to grow up like we did. I want to be there for them, I want to give them a normal life.' Taehyung's arms were around you again.

You sighed, you didn't want to get your hopes up.

'It can't be that easy, Tae. We are still wanted.'

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