VENOM | TAEHYUNG

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Anastasia's pov:
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I continuously glance over my shoulder as I tread through the long passage. The black carpet underneath my shoes would feel great if I were barefoot. The feeling of being watched grew as I stepped infront of the large silver door, lifting a hand and banging my clenched fist against it.

"Who is it ?", the voice asked but I kept silent and continued to knock. My eyes glancing from side to side before the door flew open and I almost punch him in his face. "Anastasia-", he frowned and was about to shut the door on my face but I barged in, pushing him aside. "What do you want?", he grumbled while shutting the door. I take in the sight of his apartment. It was darker than usual. Open Chinese takeout boxes scattered on the little coffee table. Golf playing on the TV.

"Anastasia-", he called out and I turn to him. "Taehyung. Where the fuck have you been?", I rant while he crossed his arms over his chest. "I've been trying to call you for an entire week! I must have called like a hundred times!", I didn't care if I was exploding. He had been avoiding me since the chaotic night at the club when he almost killed that blonde prick.

"Where were you?", I whisper.

"I've been here. Just needed space from the fucking world-", he grit and walked to the kitchen. I followed,  placing my little bag on the counter. "I'm not the rest of the world taehyung", I sigh out as he tipped back his head , gulping down a bottle of water. "I deserved to know that you were okay-", I trail as his eyes met mine. "And who gave you the right to that?", his question made me pout. "What does that even mean? I care about you-", I whisper and he raised a brow , tossing aside the bottle.  "Well , I don't need your temporary concern Anastasia. You know the way out-", he walked to the couch and sat while I stood at the counter , staring at him.

"Should I leave?", I ask and he gave a nod , turning up the TV volume. Fuck - why did I even bother coming here? I should have taken the hint when he didn't answer my calls or texts. I was concerned for nothing. He's totally fine and still a massive asshole. Stepping back,  I take my bag and pace to the door. I had no idea why I began to feel horrible. Was I looking too much into this bond we shared? Or was it just a one sided relationship? It wasn't mutual. Why did I think he showed me a difference side of him?

Glancing over my shoulder, he was still on the couch as I pulled open the door. He didn't bother to even turn as I left, slowly shutting the door. I was an idiot. With slow steps , I make my way to the elevator. Vision blurring as tears pooled. I hated that I was such an emotional person. The littlest nonsense would hurt. As if someone were stabbing me with a poison laced dagger.

Bringing up a hand , I sniffle and clumsily wipe my cheeks. My back leaned against the cold elevator wall as the doors inch to shut but was stopped - I glance up as he entered. A frown on his beautiful face. I blink in confusion until he clasped my wet cheeks , leaning in and placing his lips against mine. I hum into his mouth,  curling my arms around his neck as he held me close to his chest. The kiss was gentle. His hands wrapping around my waist.

It's as if he missed me.

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18 : 21 pm

"Oh - this one is spicy", I fan my tongue ,handing him the spicy Chinese noodles. "You're such a baby", he chuckled and ate the remainder. "Can I have some water", I ask as my tongue got numb. "Sure-", he went over to the fridge for a bottled water while I swung my legs back and forth, seated up on the counter.

We hadn't spoken about that night at the club. Infact, I didn't bring it up. He just seemed more normal and relaxed when we focused on other things instead. I gulp down the water , praying my tongue would be healed.