Till Death Do Us Part ||Taekook||

Chapter #41 A Perfect Execution

A/N: For those who don't remember, Yuna is the girl Jungkook orally "fucked" in Taehyung's office...anyways...

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If eyes could kill...I'd be dead. Hardly a second past before Taehyung caught wind of the change in atmosphere. He darted his eyes between the two of us. I could see the gears turning in his head at remarkable speeds, attempting to find a way out of the whole I dug while his back was turned. I could tell he wasn't sure why this was catastrophic, but he knew. Our entire purpose was to create a misunderstanding.

Something that could be fixed with careful mending, but would surely cause Taehyung's reputation to take a strong blow. Now all we needed was an audience. Yuna's existence provided easy bait. She was a new face. Rich people love to pick apart unfamiliar faces. They want to see your bone structure, they want to label you with clear defined terms. They want to understand just how dangerous you are.

People swarmed Yuna. They asked her the basic questions, she gave the basic answers. It's when she let her tongue 'slip', that things became interesting.

"Ah, yes, Jungkook? Yes, he and I are close business friends."

"Where I work? Sunmi's Cosmetics. I'm Senior manager, approaching CEO."

"My net worth? How many languages do I speak? What fabric is my dress? Who is my designer? My relationship with Taehyung?"

"Oh, well you see, we're just past flings."

The room fell silent. Yuna pulled off a perfect guilty face. It didn't take long for the room to blare with more questions. 

"When!?"

"Mr Kim's fling?!"

"Isn't he gay?!"

"Is he cheating on Mr. Jeon?"

"How long has this been going on?"

"Are the two of you still in touch?"

It took every part of my self control not to smile. I dug my lip under my top set of teeth. With a deep breath I composed myself. In perfect timing a bell chimed over the speakers, signaling the guests to begin heading for the rooftop.

 I gripped Yuna's arm and helped guide her through the crowd of 'interviewers'. Everyone followed in a mass of exotic business men and women. They followed not a inch behind all the way to the rooftop. I lost sight of Taehyung in the cluster.

Everyone flooded the rooftop which was decorated by hundreds of flowers and string lights, a large stage in the far corner for the performers. I purposely placed Yuna and I in the middle of the rooftop, giving plenty of room for the spectators to swarm like wolves. 

The air felt hot, the atmosphere strained. Everything was going perfect. I pulled my lips into a thin line, prepared to give the performance of a lifetime. I pushed Yuna away from me, swiping her fingers off my shoulder. I could tell she was holding back a slight laugh.

"How long has this been going on?!" I erupted in a dramatic holler. Everyone fell silent, taking their positions to watch the scene play out, every single one of them with front row seats. Taehyung pushed his way through the door to the rooftop, his eyes wavering. For the very first time since the pen signed the marriage certificate, Taehyung looked helpless. Completely powerless. I've got you cornered.

"Jungkook, it's not what it looks like!" Yuna responded in perfect pitch. I was on cloud 9. Everyone's eyes panned to Taehyung who could only stare back with a blank expression, his intelligence not properly seasoned to handle such ridiculous situations. 

He was a man of incredible skill, yet such moronic situations of gossip and entertainment left him utterly vulnerable. Yuna lunged for Taehyung, wrapping her finger around his arm. Everyone gasped. I took a few steps back, trying my hardest to appear helplessly betrayed.

Finally, he seemed to find grip on the situation. He roughly plucked Yuna's fingers from his arm in a single harsh yank. He sent a lingering stare into Yuna's eyes that sent her cowering to the corner like a dog with it's tail between it's legs. I wouldn't cower. I'm not going to cower. 

I'm right fucking here Taehyung, let's see who the man in power really is. Taehyung dug his heel into the ground and set his course right for me. A blaring pound exploded from the speakers, an ear piercing electric bass. I couldn't stop myself before an audible shortened chuckle released as a single exhale from my nose.

Words can't explain how badly I wanted to frame the look on Taehyung's face. No, not frame it. I wanted to get it tattooed on my forehead. A long string of strippers from my bar strutted on stage. The guests couldn't decide where to look, the next top scandal, or toward the stage where dozens of half naked men and women, bucked and rocked their hips like maniacs. 

I was ecstatic. I can't name a point in our marriage where I've ever been this happy. I was truly elated. Taehyung could only gaze toward the stage with his arms dropped to his sides, his face utterly priceless.

It was safe to say my plan was going perfectly.

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Taehyung had the strippers pried from the stage by his security. Yuna had already fled the party, adding an extra spark to the fire that erupted into the mind of his business partners. As of now, his party was a disaster, and he was accused of a possible affair. I was having far too much fun. While Taehyung was busy ripping the strippers off the stage, I made a scene by dramatically storming out of the party.

All the guests watched me leave with excited eyes, realizing they just witnessed the gossip of a lifetime. Knowing Taehyung, he'd have an excuse lined up and released by tomorrow morning. I knew this little performance I put on wouldn't last long but it was all worth it to see the expression on his face. 

A look of total defeat. I had won. I knew a punishment would surely follow. It'd only be a matter of time when I'd have to make up some meaningless scripted lies on why Taehyung and I were back to perfect terms, but I couldn't bother worrying about the consequences when the victory was so beautiful.

I ran out of the hotel where Namjoon was waiting patiently in the pale blue truck. I skipped happily to the passenger door, a smile plastered on my lips. There was a sort of satisfaction in leaving Taehyung in burning hell while I rode off into the sunset with Namjoon. It was electrifying. Namjoon could only look me up and down with judgeful eyes as I adjusted comfortably in the passenger seat. I pulled the lever all the way back, allowing myself to lounge in pure glory.

He opened his mouth to say something but decided to keep his lips shut. The rest of the drive to Yoongi's house was silent. I had no problem entertaining myself by replaying the look on Taehyung's face, over, and over, and over again. The best part about it? He can't prove I've done anything wrong. I followed the contract. I played good husband in front of his coworkers. The only real culprit was himself. The only person he could truly blame. The whore he really is finally coming back to bite him in the ass. Tonight was perfect. Tonight was revolutionary.

Today was the day I could finally raise my flag of victory higher than his. Till death do us part Taehyung. Till death do us part. 

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A/n: A short chapter before all hell breaks loose :)

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