VENOM | TAEHYUNG

9

The drive home was silent.

I didn't know what to say. Taehyung had left me speechless. Dumbfounded by his actions. I did not know why he was choosing to help me. This much? To this extent ? He was willing to help me pay the debt owed by my asshole father.

I never had to see Jones again? No more abuse from that man and his sick workers.

The engine died down outside the house. It was pitch dark. I didn't expect my mother to turn on the lights. "Okay -" , he said , unlocking the car. I stare at him alittle too long. He turned to me when I didn't get off. "What?" , he asked in a harsh tone. "You don't have to say anything-", he truly wasn't asking for gratitude. "I -", the words came out as pent up tears. "Ew , you're going to wet my leather. And not in a fucking pleasing way-", he fussed about his car seats. I sob , bringing up my hands and clumsily wiping my cheeks with the back of my hands. "I didn't know where else to go-", I whisper and cry harder.

"Fuck", I hear him curse under his breath. "I just - why are you helping me?", I needed to know. I was desperate infact. "Anastasia- I think it's pretty fucking clear", his jaw clenched, brows furrowing. "It's not -", I shake my head. "1 minute you despise me then you're all over me like glue then you're helping me out -", I ramble but he just tapped the steering with his large hand , silencing me.

"I don't fucking care for you in that way ", his tone dead serious. "I only fucking care about how you're going to pay me back. When I said I craved you - I meant it. There's nothing else between us ", he raised a brow . "I'm sure jungkook told you I'm an asshole. Believe your boyfriend-", he pressed his lips together. I sit there , breathing heavily at his outburst. I didn't expect him to care. But he just wanted me as some sex slave. "I will pay you back, taehyung. But not in the way you lust after", I whisper and he scoffed , "You will fucking do as I say. I won't hesitate to blurt shit to kookie", he threatened and I went cold.

He was bipolar.

I drop my gaze to my knotted fingers. Heart quickening and mind boggling.

"How long?", my question made him flash a confused expression. "How long will you use me?", I rephrase and he reached out , fingertips tracing my parted lips. "However long I want -", he whispered. My lip quivered under his touch.

"Now tell me , are you finally ready to make a deal with the devil?".

Did i have a choice?

It was either - keep this between us or he'd spill everything to jungkook. I couldn't lose kookie. I couldn't lose the best part of my  existence. So making a deal with the devil was my only option to live a happy fake life.

"Yes".

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09 : 21 am
Café

"Are you sure you aren't sick baby?", his hand reached across the table , holding my cold hand. "I'm fine kookie. Just alittle tired ", I forced a smile and he squeezed my hand. "You can always speak to me if something is  bothering you", he hummed and I nod my head. "My parents love you -", he smiled. "They do?", I ask just to be sure. "Yes silly", he chuckled. "I adore them", I felt like crying again.

The guilt sitting heavy on my heart. I was genuinely loved by kookie and his parents. His brother was the one who was wrecking my life. It was just something I couldn't bring up. No matter how happy jungkook could make me. The thought of making that deal with taehyung didn't sit right with my soul. I didn't wish to hurt jungkook. I don't know - maybe I was being selfish and clinging into a future that just doesn't exist. I was not a normal 22 year old who had the privilege of going to college after high school. I mean I would be able to afford it if I weren't paying debts and working so many hours, leaving my body and mind drained. My first friends were woken who sold themselves to please men.