Jagiya, a korean slang that means baby. Y/n didn't want her so-called husband to call her that- Jagiya. But just as his soft spoken soothing voice rang in your ears, it started to entertain, it started to make you feel loved....
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Third Person's POV
Taehyung went to the guest room. She felt really jealous. How he gained her parents' attention, how they gave their attention easily to him, how they ignored her. It all made her jealous to the top.
She closed the door shut and plopped on her bed of her bedroom. "This Taehyung! I will take my revenge. I know the consequences but I will!" She huffed and thought of something mischievous......
:Midnight:
The door of the guest room screeched open, making her scared, scared of waking him up. She couldn't even see anything yet, she, however managed to walk towards the king sized bed. But to her luck, her leg bumped in the table of the bed making a loud noise and giving her pain. She held her toes and started jumping on the floor. A hiss left her mouth, she left her toes and covered her mouth. Fuck Y/n, wake him up! You fool!
She stopped for a moment, seeing him not moving or hearing anything, she walked over to one of the edges of the bed. Climbing on the bed like a cat, slowly and carefully, she succeed in hovering upon him. She slowly takes out a marker from her floral shorts pocket. Forwarding her hand to his handsome face, she tried to draw.
She flinched when the light switched on all of a sudden, her eyes widened, she looked at him, shirtless. He held onto her wrist, "What do you think you were trying to do?", he asked, dominantly. She gritted her teeth and forwarded her other hand, but he grasped on to it too. She tried jerking off his hands, but nothing worked.
Above that, he flipped them both. She was under him and he was on top of her. Her eyes widened to its most. "I am asking you once again, what were you trying to do?", he questioned. "Leave me!" Struggling in his grasp, she gave her best to free herself, but of course, he is stronger than her. "Tell me what you were trying to do?!", he waited for her to answer.
"Leave me!" She ignored his question and kept on asking him to leave her, he smirked. "I will, once you answer my question." She groaned. " Fine! I was here to scribble that marker on your face.", she snorts. "Dear ma'am, we got paper to do so.", he franked. "Leave me already! I promise I won't scribble on your face!", she requested. "How can I trust you?" She stopped and looked in his eyes. "Just take the marker and leave me.", she suggested.
Snatching the marker from her palm, he leaves her wrist. "I will leave now. Get off me." He throws the marker across the room and pins her back on the soft mattress. "What?! I gave you the marker! Now, leave me!", she whined. "Oh, so you were here to take your revenge?" His deep raspy voice sent shivers down her spine, she gulped in fear. A fear she was unknown to, a fear that ran into her when she looked into his dark orbs. She didn't even realise, only his playful smirk and darkened orbs did so many things to her.
