The Torment Of Kim Taehyung | BTS fanfiction | Part Two

Chapter Fourteen

Jangmi's eyes opened to the sound of her rocking heart and the rise and fall of her chest. Soundly breathing still, yet her limbs were clinging on as though she was a voodoo doll ready to be dismantled. Even so, that didn't compare to the fissure in her bosom-- the dent so well carved that sometimes it seemed to be reaching her bones. She could hear herself breathe admist the shrill silence, it's intone were curved upwards to the ceiling and everytime she let her breath go she grieved, audibly so. Thump, thump, thump-- there went her heart in strife with her life. It never caved in.

Her eyes revolved around, head now facing the books strewn on the floor she lay upon. The crack of a wince escaped her when she recognised that some of these hard covers were under her.

Did she remember reading before sleeping last night?

Uncertain, she groaned herself up to sit. Blink, she was on the floor beside the bed. Had she rolled down from the bed in her sleep? That would maybe explain the books..

Jangmi hoisted herself up, almost running into the nightstand on her way to the bathroom. For a second, she wanted to clean the mess on the floor but now that she was closer to the washroom, it didn't seem worth the trouble. Not all rubble was hers to clean. Inspector Yook would be here any minute now and there were things more important than this.

She twisted the knob of the shower on once inside and stepped out of her night dress, drawing a sharp breath in at the contact of the ice cold water on her back. Her eyes clenched shut. Cold showers were good Jangmi, she whispered to herself and breathed out loudly to adjust to the glaciers wrapping around her skin. Cold showers helped concentrating on other things, like how dry her skin was and how much she required shaving her hands, legs, bikini line too. These could be events to think about at night.

The shower lasted a little longer and she realised the folly once she heard the knock on the door. Hyunjoon. He spared her no comfort of privacy whenever it meant business. And to be honest, that wasn't wrong. Maybe that was a pattern of work.

Jangmi waited till his footsteps disappeared and then swabbled into a bathrobe, stepping out of the bathroom to herself. Quiet mornings were admirable, even so a little rattle wouldn't wound-- a hustle or something that wasn't her own mind speaking. A kind gesture from someone or maybe even a smile. It was strange to want something that she had been living without for almost a year or two now. This was how her life had always been-- alone and quiet. Yet, now she wanted noise.

How illogical-a-dream to dream when there was no company to keep.

Jangmi pulled the towel off her hair and walked to the wardrobe, rescuing the costume she had prepared to wear today. The design was striking and the suit shone like on a runway.

She quickly slipped into the clothes and hurried into her make up. Thanks to Joo Hyun, she knew a little more about it than before which had helped her with grooming considerably.

Downstairs, as expected breakfast was fuming on the table. The men was happily chatting. They were happy. Of all emotions to showcase, joy had to be one.

A nauseous sensation crawled into her chest as she put the maroon lipstick she had yet to apply in the pocket of her trousers and pulled herself a seat opposite to them.

"Good morning." Inspector Yook said, noticing her. "I was hoping we'd have breakfast outside."

"You're too late to propose that." Jangmi muttered, sawing through the omlette in her dish.

"Unfortunately." He shrugged.

"You know what would suit your sharp look today?" Hyunjoon butt in, "Some bright red lips."