Fake Love (Mafia au)

CHAPTER 15: Turning tides

NARI'S POV

I felt peaceful for once.

Warm, secure, home.

And that was strange.

No one was coming to attack me, beat me, or kill me. I could simply exist without worrying about anything, getting the needed rest that I deserved. I was comfortable physically and mentally, a fuzzy safe feeling engulfing my chest, and I actually felt like things were.......okay. Which was by no means normal, since I had always had something to worry about. 

But not at the moment.

I was feeling too wonderful to do anything, and my eyelids were too heavy to open as I drifted in and out of a beautiful night's sleep. I was just so warm and safe that I never wanted to leave. Sighing, I nuzzled further into the radiating warmth, wanting to embrace the feeling of loving comfort. 

I had remembered feeling pain.

Though I wasn't exactly sure of the cause.

I'd felt a lot of pain in my life, physical and mental, so it was a wide range of what type of agony I'd felt before melting into a buttery embrace that held me together so I wouldn't fall apart.....so I wouldn't have horrible memories.

I smelled pine and a deep, nature like scent, like the sun had leaked into a forest and soaked it in its rays, giving the sweet leaves a brighter smell. The smell indicated a strong presence, and I'd assumed as much when I felt a hard surface wrapped around me keeping me warm.

Then my brain actually registered my situation.

My eyes snapped opened and I realized I was in an unfamiliar room, in someone's arms.

God damned Taehyung.

The events of my nightmare and what had happened after all came washing back, and my face flushed in so many different emotions, my heart going wild at remembering what I'd said. The conversations we'd had.

Last night was a mistake.

My current situation was a mistake.

Taehyung was sleeping peacefully, having me flush against his chest. His broad muscular forearms were wrapped around my waist, holding me firm, almost as if he thought I'd leave or escape him. His chin was pressed atop the crown of my head, and I could hear his slow beating heart that was still in deep slumber. Out legs were tangled together, and I couldn't even tell where mine were. 

Heaving out a deep sigh, I rotated over so my back was facing Taehyung and I attempted to unattatch myself from him, thinking that his grip would at least loosen, but no. No. His hands gripped my hips and moved up to my waist, and then a little harshly, he pulled me back, and I gasped as I collided with his chest. "No," he groaned, whining even in his sleep. A soft snore followed his actions, and I rolled my eyes. Letting out  a soft groan of irritation, I grabbed Taehyung's hands and peeled them from my body so I could escape and pee, because I had to pee.

I released the breath I'd been holding when I finally got the velcro human off of me. I looked back at Taehyung, who was sleeping peacefully, and he honestly looked adorable so I wouldn't wake him. In his sleeping form, he looked nothing like the cold blooded killer that everyone knew. He was simply Kim Taehyung, a normal, beautiful, young man.

A small smile traced my lips as I gave one last look at the cutie, and then I went to empty my full bladder. I washed my hands and turned my waist to crack my back, little satisfying pops clicking up and down my body. I exhaled and after doing my business and washing off my hands, I splashed water in my tired face and wiped it off with a towel.