Till Death Do Us Part ||Taekook||

Chapter #37 A Terrible Realization

A/N: Sorry for the late update besties...

Arch. Thrash. Creak. Batter. Exhale. Arch. Thrash. Creak. Batter.

My throat erupted with a series of frustrated yells and groans. That fucker! I've been pulling and scraping against the headboard for nearly eight hours without a single moment of relief. 

My wrists throbbed and chaffed with horrendous marks of yellow, red, and purple. For the first time since the moment of realization, I threw my head back in defeat.

I wanted to call for help but the thought of Mrs. Uim walking in to find me handcuffed to Taehyung's bed, shirtless may I add, simply sickened me. Besides, my ego was far too overbearing to let anyone see how Taehyung technically had me in his full control. I'll admit, this one was good. This little stupid joke did me in for. I was officially burnt.

Now, all that was left to do was wait for that heartless bastard to come home. My stomach prickled with nerves at the thought of Taehyung walking in to see my defeated expression and swollen wrists. This battle...he's won.

But he better brace himself. After this shit he pulled, the retaliation I was going to resurface with was going to be a battle made for the history books. I could feel my shoulders joint loosely pop in and out of the socket from the constant strain and pressure. 

At any moment I could dislocate both of my shoulders simply by shifting in the wrong direction. My skin remained a tint of red from the sheer amount of anger I had pent up inside of me.

Half of me wanted nothing more than for him to return and free me, but on the contrary I wanted nothing more than for him to stay as far away from me as possible. I heard a quiet rustle and murmur from the floor below. 

I glanced at the time. It was nearly 11 o' clock at night. A reasonable time for Taehyung to return home, so it wasn't hard to guess that the commotion from downstairs meant the infamous bastard has arrived.

I gulped, dreading the moment he'd swing the doors open. I closed my eyes when he did. I was far too ashamed to face him at first. I heard the click of his heeled shoes before the gentle click of the door closing. 

I kept my eyes closed for nearly three minutes straight until the confusing silence finally convinced me to open them. Taehyung stood tall and elegantly over one of his dressers parallel to the bed on the other side of the room.

His slender fingers meticulously wrapped and pulled around the clasps of his watch. He put the watch in a drawer filled with countless others. My facial expression failed to hide the pure astonishment I was feeling. It's like I didn't even exist. 

I was fuming. Who does he think he is to treat me like this? First he tied me up like livestock and then now he won't even acknowledge me? I was well aware I was the one in the vulnerable position, yet I couldn't seem to keep my mouth shut.

"Do you think you're so fucking funny? Hm? What, are you proud of yourself, ass peddler?" I spat.

He let out a low chuckle of amusement. He slowly pulled his lavender blazer off his shoulders, hanging it nicely by the door to be picked up by one of the maids. He used the tip of his foot to slide off each of his shoes. Finally, he turned half way towards me. He took a quick glance into my eyes before chuckling again.

"Ass peddler? Can't say I've been called that one very often."

His voice was painfully expensive. Even with his narcissistic comments, I couldn't help but relax to the sound of his rich language.

"Uncuff me, you asshole! My wrists hurt!" I complained. He raised an eyebrow.

"Honestly, I'm a little disappointed."