Till Death Do Us Part ||Taekook||

Chapter #12 Mad House

I wasn't complaining that I had to spend the day hidden in my room. I definitely didn't want to mingle at a party full of fake rich people and I most certainly didn't want to face Taehyung.

 After about four movies I did honestly begin to become bored. I tried sketching, reading, and even origami. After doing about 7 sets of core workouts I decided that I definitely needed to find something else to do.

I glanced at the time. 11:30 pm. The party had been happening for hours but I still heard the hum and laughter of people downstairs. 

I wasn't sure how long this party was supposed to last but if I had to guess they'd be here until just before sunrise. Last night's nightmare didn't exactly make me excited to go to sleep which scrapped my go to bed early idea.

I laid horizontally across my bed, my head hanging off the edge. I laid like that until I became light headed from being upside down. I snatched my phone off my night stand.

Ring Ring Ring

"Clingy bitch. What do you want?"

I smiled.

"I miss my free body warmer."

"It's been like a day."

"Oh please I know your cheeks are all red and legs all fidgety. You love it when I say how much I miss you." I said flirtatiously.

"Do you want me to give you a new car or something for guessing correctly?"

I laughed.

"Someone's been skipping too many days at the bar. Usually your flirting skills are exhausted by the time you call me."

"I'm bored."

"I established that."

"Usually when people say they're bored they're hoping for some kind of solution."

"Where are you?"

"In my room."

"Then...jerk off? Watch porn? You can have a scandalous affair with one of the maids."

I rolled my eyes.

"Hey, I can feel your bitchy attitude through the phone. I'm just trying to help."

"Have any ideas that doesn't include some form of fucking?"

"You're a very odd man. Most male species would be more than happy with those options. Why can't you just ask Mrs. Uim to entertain you?"

"She's busy with party shit."

"Who's party shit?"

"I don't know some dude named Mr. Tababa or Tabin or Tabby. I don't know his name."

"Wait? Mr. Tabini? The Mr. Tabini's birthday is at your house?"

"Oh yeah that's his name. Why, do you know him?"

"Ahem, excuse you, he's only like the best fashion company to ever exist. I own like hundreds of his minks."

"Cool." I said unenthusiastically.

"Aish, of course you wouldn't get it. Your wardrobe includes gray sweatpants, black shirts, white shirts, hoodies, and... oh yeah more black shirts."

"Hey! I can be fashionable if I want to, I just like being comfortable."

"That sounds like something someone with terrible fashion would say."

I scoffed.

"Back to the whole being bored topic. Why don't you just walk downstairs. There's literally a party happening on the floor beneath you."