VENOM | TAEHYUNG

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11 : 23 am
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"You should have brought your family ", his mother's voice filled my ear but so did the swaying pond and rustling trees which danced in the midday breeze. There were not many people gathered at the park.

We had set up in the most beautiful spot , underneath a massive green tree with little white flowers. The grass felt soft between my fingers. "They're working -", I answered, turning to watch her lean against the tree bark , reading a novel about women empowerment. Her reading glasses seated on the bridge of her defined nose. "Hopefully we'd meet them soon", she peeked up for a second,  smiled then went back to reading.

I had more to worry about than cooking up lies about my family. Mr Jones payment was required in a few hours and I didn't make more than 30 dollars last night. I had tried to beg mama to atleast chip in and help me out. But - she refused , saying I brought this over myself. How did I? We are owing dangerous men. How the fuck am I at fault for protecting us and keeping a roof over our heads.

"You ladies okay?", we glance up at jungkook. "Run along son. Do not disturb us", she giggled as he bent over, kissing my head. "Just checking in -", he said and rushed back to his father and taehyung at the barbecue grill. "Would you excuse me?", she gave nod as I rise , stepping off the picnic blanket. I walk away and only stop when I find a restroom at the far end of the park. I pull out my phone and try dialing Chloe. Praying she answered because right now- she was the only option I had left. I'd borrow 500 dollars and pay her back .

"C'mon Chloe-", I mutter and dial again. Maybe she was asleep. She did complain about her sleeping patterns. With a heavy sigh , I decide to quit calling and text her about my situation. I had no choice but to tell her that I owed someone money. No one knew about my burdens. I hated speaking about them. I never gave people reasons to judge me.

"What are you doing?".

I gasp loudly , almost collapsing in a state of shock. "Why would you do that? ", I place a hand over my pounding heart. "Overly dramatic-", he drawled and I exit the chat without pressing send. "I'm busy. Can you just leave me alone? Go back to the others before they think something-", I mutter. "Like I said - I don't give a fuck", he leaned against the wall, staring at me. "Well I do give a fuck about what they think-", I step forward to leave but he extends his arm , blocking the exit. "Taehyung, do not be childish. Besides - this is the ladies restroom-", I try pushing down his arm but the man was strong. "What are you doing here?", he asked again and I furrow my brows. "Why do you care?", I snap.

"I don't ", he dryly stated. "Then move", I grit my teeth. I was already in a bad mood - he was just making it worse. I had no time for his silly games. "What's the rush?", he asked , pushing himself off the wall and stepping toward me. Like always- my feet pace backward until once again,  he has me cornered. I stare up through my lashes , forcing myself to hold eye contact just to show him I wasn't intimidated- but I was! He reached out , tracing his index up my arm. His touch leaving trails of goosebumps. "You owe me", he whispered. Fingertip halting underneath my chin. "It's so hard choosing a payment method", he smirked and I gulp. "What do you suggest kitten? Sucking my cock? Giving me that kiss I wanted? Or letting me take you back to my place to fuck you to sleep?", my jaw dropped and I quickly try to escape. He forcefully pushed me back against the wall.

"Choose wisely-", his voice low and scary. "Taehyung- please", I beg but it didn't seem to work this time. "Pick-", he hissed and I chew nervously on my lower lip. What was I going to do? What if jungkook walked in on this? This man was going to ruin more than just my relationship. "Taehyung-", I nudge him with my elbow. "Anastasia-", he whispered and for the first time since we had met - he had uttered my name. I glance up , staring at his handsome face which was inches from mine. The way my name rolled off his tongue made my stomach churn.