Till Death Do Us Part ||Taekook||

Chapter #34 His Primo

Sleep? Not a single wink. Sleep was something I've learned to yearn for the past few weeks. I couldn't stop thinking about the moment I'd hand the paper to Taehyung.

 I even printed it in a swirly font, the letters connecting with each other in meticulous loops and arcs. I didn't want the same thing that happened at the restaurant to happen again.

I wanted to show up to the company actually resembling the husband of a millionaire. It was my first time there after all. I wanted to make a good impression. One that'd stick. I decided to abort the mission to take a nap. My mind moving far too fast thinking about the things I need to do.

I sprang up with power coursing through the veins of each strained step. Shower. Shave. Exfoliate. Moisturize. Work out. Wait, no. Sweat. Shower again. Moisturize. Locate my cologne. When's the last time I wore cologne? Does cologne expire? Will I smell like chemicals if I use it anyways? Trim my eyebrows. Deodorant. Idiot. Hairy armpits. Shave again.

Shaving cream seeped into the curled strands of the scalp. How? Shower again. Moisturize. Cut my nails. My knees have bruises. Cover it with makeup. No. I'll wear pants anyways, what am I thinking? Style my hair. Blow dry. Too much volume. Shall I shower again? No. Fuck. No time. Wet my hair with my fingertips.

An outfit. Why can't I find an outfit? Transparent lace. No. What are you thinking, you'll look like a church whore. Slick red? No, I'll look like a waiter. Light pink? No, I'm preparing for war not Valentines. Navy blue? That might work. There's nothing wrong with navy blue. No, you'll blend in. Stand out Jungkook. Stand out!

Orange? Yellow? Green? Since when can someone have two wardrobes full of clothes but nothing to wear at the same time? I'm realizing painfully how little I leave the house for special occasions.

 You know who only has extravagant clothes? Taehyung. I knew damn well what the rules said, I wasn't illiterate but I needed something to wear and I simply didn't have it.

I marched down the hallway, my bare chest exposed, loose gray sweat pants hanging low enough on my hips that the band of my boxers was entirely visible. A maid, white stockings, slim figure, stared. She stepped aside but continued to pluck the hairs off my skin with her eyes.

 I wasn't uncomfortable with the gaze. In fact, a weird churn in my stomach made me want to walk circles around her until one of us had the courage to do something we weren't supposed to.

I felt...different lately. More feral. Unpredictable. My thoughts came on in peculiar waves of intrusive violence or lude desire that wrapped around my throat in a suffocating grip. Pass the maid. Get to Taehyung's room.

 Get a grip. My heel echoed off the ground in swift thumps, rolling off the wood floors with bruising force. I swung the double doors open. Taehyung's ridiculous room engulfing my nostrils with jasmine and sage.

I swung open a door in the far corner of the room, an entire room dedicated to hundreds of outfits laid in front of my eyes. I felt nauseous. Grab the first thing you see. 

Most of the outfits were wrapped in black covering, completely hiding what's underneath. I snatched one of the zipped black bags, not a single fuck given on what was inside. I left the doors to his room wide open.

I passed the maid again. She looked at me, then the zipped bag. She wasn't sure whether to stop me or beg to know what I was up to. I peered into her eyes with a haggard gaze. She took a few steps backwards, suddenly not recognizing me as the man she knew.

 I wanted to stop. To grab her shoulders and ask, what's changed? Why does she not recognize me? I'm the same fucking person I've always been.

Nothing's...changed. My parents couldn't break me. Taehyung won't be able to either. I didn't know why but I felt like I needed to scream it at the top of my lungs for people to believe that I was fine. That I was still...Jungkook. Put the damn outfit on. I threw the covering on my bed, unzipping it to see a series of suit pieces, accented by a mint blazer.