Till Death Do Us Part ||Taekook||

Chapter #8 Seduction

I stayed at Jimin's for about three weeks. It may have been an over dramatic reaction on my part but I wanted to make sure I was truly in the clear. Luckily no assassination attempts were made on my life. 

I enjoyed staying with Jimin which also became one of the reasons it took me so long to finally pack my stuff up and leave. It's been a while since Jimin and I have truly reconnected with each other. Other than a noise complaint ever so often, staying at Jimin's was pretty great.

By noise complaint I mean his idea of making money. He wasn't a prostitute. In fact, he was really smart and he was employed in a mainstream law firm. 

Believe it or not he was a phenomenal lawyer. The sex was more for his own amusement. Almost like little job bonuses.

 I mean who wouldn't want to fuck a sexy lawyer who wins every case? He's offered me a few free rounds but I've made it pretty clear that I'd prefer the relationship where we didn't fuck each other.

Maybe that's also because he tells me enough of his sexual experiences that I'd prefer to keep it imaginary rather than first hand experiences. Mrs. Uim has called me about six times daily. She texted me double that.

 She was probably the main reason I found myself trudging my suitcase back up the steps of the mansion. It's not like I missed Taehyung. If it wasn't for Mrs. Uim I might have chosen to stay at Jimin's for the rest of my life.

Although there was one thing I was looking forward to. Shoved in my pocket was a sheet of paper, decorated with colorful glitter pens. A list of ideas for me to screw around with Taehyung.

 Jimin's has been adding to it throughout the whole three weeks. Some of it I haven't even read yet. One of his ideas listed was pulling his shirt up and giving him a purple nurple. An idea I ruled out really fucking fast.

He's added his fair share of really dumb ideas. I knew most of them I wouldn't dare to try but next time I get another weird wave of confidence, I was open to expanding my variety of ways to piss Taehyung off. 

 I smiled to myself as I opened the large doors. I dragged my luggage through the door. I glanced around the house, waiting for Mrs. Uim to come flying out of somewhere to tackle me with questions and hugs. The house was quiet. Too quiet.

Usually by now butlers and maids would have swarmed me taking my luggage one direction, my jacket the other. The house sounded nearly empty. What the fuck? I rolled my luggage to a corner by the door. 

I needed to investigate why the whole house was silent, not even the sound of a vacuum in a distant room. I sauntered into the kitchen, yet another room that was completely empty. It was already 4:00 pm, the time where this place would be crawling with cooks and maids preparing for dinner.

I peeked into the dining room, another empty room. What's going on? I pondered upstairs. Instead of turning right to where my designated rooms were, I wandered down Taehyung's side.

 Surely someone would be down here right? I glanced into his office. Yet another room without a single creature of life. I wandered further down the hallway.

I felt weirdly guilty. I haven't really ever gone this far down his side of the house. In fact, I wasn't even sure if I'd ever seen his bedroom. 

I peered into a few more rooms including more offices, bathrooms, and a room that looked almost like an art studio. I didn't know Taehyung painted. I kind of wanted to ask him about it but I knew that would be a stupid idea. 

 Finally I saw the end of the hallway. One last room remained at the end of it. The room had two big doors. It wasn't hard to guess it was Taehyung's room since the entrance looked like one made for a king.