Till Death Do Us Part ||Taekook||

Chapter #30 Welcome To My Humble Abode

 Taehyung was gone for the day. A perfect day to strategize a beautiful attack. I watched out the living room window like a child, my forehead pressed firmly against the cold glass. An old black Sonata pulled around the circle of the driveway, parking right upfront. 

I quickly skipped to the door with a wide smile spread across my face. I threw the door open. I ran down the steps, missing nearly every other. My heart jumped every time my foot would go air borne for a few fleeting seconds.

 Yoongi slid gracefully out of the driver's seat, his eyes only to glue themselves on the pure size and extravagance of the building that laid before him.

His lips were parted open in astonishment and envy. I engulfed him in a suffocating hug, one that sent both of us stumbling in different directions.

 After I finally squeezed most of the breath from his lungs, he finally pulled his gaze from the house just long enough to process my presence. He wrapped his arms around me. He wasn't one to enjoy much physical contact so he didn't bother to offer much more than a gentle squeeze.

"Your uh- your house its-"

"Yeah I know. Pretty fucking over the top isn't it? Taehyung likes his property to be unique and unbelievably expensive. Instead of ending world hunger or finding some groundbreaking solution to global warming, he spends his money on antiques and paintings made by old white dudes."

"Don't blame him. If I had his kind of money I'd spend it on alcohol, fried chicken, cigarettes, and a bed the size of two kings."

A chuckle produced, cut short by thoughts that tugged at the strings of my mind. I pressed my lips together, slightly guilty for reasons I couldn't name.

 I've never been one to feel guilty to be born with a silver spoon in my mouth. Even though money has never been a problem, I've had my fair share of traumatic experiences. Not once have I ever felt bad about having more money than others.

I've always lived to help others, to use my money from my father for others rather than myself. Money doesn't make life easier. Yet I found myself standing next to Yoongi with my lip dug under my teeth. It wasn't even my money, it was Taehyung's. Yoongi's throat grew dry, the tension suffocating the both of us. He was quick to find a solution.

He tapped my ass playfully, something that was incredibly unlike him.

"Don't go all sympathetic on me. I like you for many reasons but your lack of recognizing financial differences is one of them. As long as you don't give a shit what address I go home to, I couldn't care less about yours."

I nodded quickly, a genuine smile on my lips.

"Now that we've settled that-" I coughed awkwardly.

"Shall I see you in?"

Yoongi nodded, throwing his arm around my shoulder. Yoongi being so affectionate made me uneasy but undeniably elated. I wrapped my own arm around his waist, wanting nothing more than to continue the unspoken warmth shared between us.

 The second we entered, the butlers and maids surrounded. Yoongi pushed away from me, scuffling into a shadowed corner as if he were a vampire, the maids and butlers burning him with the pure radiation of the sun. His body collapsed in on itself, pure panic sparkling in his eyes.

I pushed my way through the maids and butlers. They asked him countless questions all at once. Would you like some water? May I take your jacket? You look famished, how about some wine or champagne? Would you like us to clean your car during your stay?

With panicked hands I flailed through the crowd of people. I grabbed Yoongi's wrist. Yanking him through the crowd with one strong pull. I tugged him behind me, putting myself in between him and the crowd of housekeepers.