The Husband Arrangement| TAEHYUNG

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07 : 21 am
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Today will be worse.

I once read this quote , 'tomorrow will be better ', how long should I wait for that?

I stand outside his bedroom. Backpack hanging from my shoulder and fist building the courage to knock. I hadn't seen him since he left last night but I needed to ask a favor. So here goes -

I knock four times before he finally pulled it open. Hair hanging over his sleepy eyes. No t-shirt, sweats hanging from his slim waist. God bless me. "Anastasia?", he rubbed an eye. "I'm sorry I woke you ", I whisper but he brushed it off, leaning against the doorframe. "What is it? What time is it?", he mumbled. "It's almost 7:30. I'm heading to college. I just wanted to know if you'd fetch me afterward?". He raised a brow, tilting his head. My question surprised us both. "Why?", he asked instead of slamming the door in my face, like he had done once. "I,I just need a ride to work", I lower my gaze to my sneakers.

"What time do you finish? I have to be somewhere at 12".

Oh.

"It's fine. I finish at 12. I'll be fine", I meet his gaze. "Okay", was all he mumbled. "Okay", I repeat softly, turning and heading downstairs. I was afraid of jungkook. He'd harass me today. Infact , he was going to come to the Cafe to meet Mr Leonard. I had done nothing wrong. Why was life being so unfair to me.

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11 : 37 am

Avoiding him at college , didn't mean I could run forever. He'd find me at the café. He'd find me no matter how far across the world I traveled. How deep I sunk into the ocean. Jungkook was an obsessive prick who was furious that I became a wife to someone other than him. He had no qualities of which lured me. Despite his handsome features , he was a rotting carcass. I was not a scavenger who'd feast on that.

I wish to be one of those beautiful rainforest birds. With bright wings and silky feathers. The ones that splash into water droplets falling off green leafy trees. Build nests on the tallest branches. I want to be free. To live , breathe and explore to my hearts content. I always told myself, I was more. More than just a girl born in a wealthy family. More than my excellent grades. More .

"Waitress!", he punched my locker, startling me back to planet earth. "Jungkook ", I look up at his grinning face. His friends hovering. "What's on today's menu? I hope it's cherry cake", he tugged on my backpack as I turn to walk away. "Where are you running ? I'll take you to work. I'm heading down there ", he said in a mocking tone which made me sick to the core. "I'll be fine. I know my way ", I pull myself from his grip. "Is that attitude I smell?", he sniffed the air , earning laughs from his friends. I couldn't understand how the girls were laughing too? Did they not care ?

"Jungkook I don't have time for your games", I speak up for myself. "Oh feisty ", he scoffed, tapping my nose with his index. "Don't touch me", I smack his hand away and hear the dramatic ooooooh coming from everyone who saw. He didn't hesitate to grab me by the collar of my dress,  forcing my back against the locker. I collide with a painful grunt, dropping my bag to the floor.  "Taking advantage of me? I won't fucking allow that Anastasia. I won't fucking allow disrespect ", he seethe. "Leave me alone ", I could hear the strain within my voice. Please don't cry. Not now.

"That's all you fucking say to me. Are you blind? I am the hottest guy in here , running after trash for years. I clearly wasted my damn time", he gripped my face. Nails clawing into my skin. "Jungkook ", there I go , crying. "All you do is throw attitude and treat me like I'm someone inferior!", he barked. "Not anymore! I'm cutting your fucking tail kitten-". I chew on my lip , waiting for all this to be over so I can leave. I just wanted to leave.

"I pity your husband ".

"I pity you".

My glossy eyes shift to taehyung who pushes jungkook away from where I stood plastered to the locker. He came. "The fuck?", jungkook dust his shirt. Taehyungs demonic gaze remained on jungkook who was confused for a second before it clicked. "Oh , you're the husband ", he scoffed. "I expected someone in a suit", he eyed Taehyungs appearance. "Who is this clown?", he asked me. "Clown?", jungkook snapped. "Your wife is a fucking clown", he add. Taehyung raised a brow , almost laughing at jungkook who was whining like a kid. "I don't fight with babies. But touch her again and I'll break every bone in your body", he threatened.

"C'mon, I joined for action ".

I turn to Rick who strolled in casually. Most of the students gasped at his presence. Did they know him? "He's not worth it", taehyung deadpan. "Try me asshole", jungkook hissed. Taehyung looked back at Rick who was smiling from ear to ear. "Make me proud kim", was all it took for taehyung to bolt forward, fisting jungkook in his jaw. "Taehyung no!", I move to separate but Rick held my shoulder. Taehyung had jungkook on his back, punching him continuously in his face. "Stop!", I scream just like the others in the hall. "Taehyung! You're going to kill him!", I sob hysterically. All I could hear was grunts and blood splattering.

"Enough ", Rick said sternly. He immediately stood,  wiping his own bloody lip. Jungkook rolled onto his side, coughing out the accumulated blood. "I tried you. Now I hope my threat sank in. Stay away from her", he kicked jungkooks leg before walking straight out. Everyone rushed to jungkook.

"Let's go", Rick lift my bag and escorted me out. "I am going to get expelled!", I rant as soon as I get to taehyung who was standing at his bike. "Are you crazy!", I was panicking. He would have murdered someone! He had no off switch ! "I asked you to stop!", I scream. "I do not take orders from you!", he yelled back, gripping my face the way Jungkook had done. "You are mine ! I am the only fucking man allowed to touch you!". I freeze at his words. The tears continue seeping down my crimson cheeks. I hadn't stopped shivering yet. "You asked me to come and I did", his voice lowered. "You're wrong to think I'm tameable", he removed his hand from my face. "Now get the fuck home", he got on his bike , securing his helmet. I turn to Rick who had done the same before they both sped off , leaving a trail of smoke.

His?

I prayed jungkook was okay. I couldn't bring myself to go back in there. They'd all surround me as if I were the reason he got beat. Taehyung was raw. He didn't care if the world was burning as long as he sat on the throne.

Home he said.

I needed to go to work.