Till Death Do Us Part ||Taekook||

Chapter #44 Birthday Boy

Tears began to form at the corners of my eyes from staring at the clock, unblinking. I watched as the thin line ticked in slow motion, time couldn't possibly move any slower. I could feel Yoongi's eyes drilling holes into the side of my head. It wasn't too difficult to ignore his presence. 

I was far too mesmerized with reading the numbers on the clock forwards, then backwards, while questioning how the number six was the same as thirty and why eleven seemed like a perfect substitution for the number fifty.

The bar was silent and slow moving. It was a Tuesday, the slowest day of business. Apparently no one felt the need to spend their entire Tuesday night chugging more drinks than they can afford. Perhaps it was too burdensome. Of course we still had a few visitors. 

Some pathetic heartbroken lump of pity in the corner, maybe a regular who had nothing better to do than shorten his lifespan, perhaps a few businessmen discussing how to take over the world.

I peel my chin off the palm of my hand, my wrist burning with aches and pain from holding the weight of my head for far too long. I still had two hours of my shift. Since it was near the brink of morning and the likelihood of a single customer was slim, I considered clocking out early. Maybe I also wanted to leave as soon as possible because Yoongi wasn't exactly pleasant company . I had no problem brushing off our little confrontation that happened a few weeks ago. Yoongi on the other hand, seemed far more bothered by it.

I figured it would be best to just leave him be. He wasn't very experienced with sensitive conversations after all. Without paying him much attention, I grabbed my jacket off the hanger and a full bottle of bourbon off the shelf behind the bar. I walked out the door without a word.  Hobi had no intent on stopping me, hell even he was contemplating leaving. Besides, I had more important things to do. By that I mean starting the very first day of my intricate plan.

 I was sure this would be the world renowned strategy that would lead me to victory. It'd be slow, unsatisfying, and annoyingly counter-productive at times, but sure enough, I was positive that this time I've uncovered the path to Taehyung's downfall.

With a bottle of expensive bourbon in one hand, A wrapped box in the other, I slid through the mansion doors. The house was silent, the sun yet to seep through the curtains. I made my way to Taehyung's office, knowing very well that's exactly where he'd be. I felt oddly nervous. I didn't have a very good reason to be. The start of my plan was rather simple. The act of inflicting confusion. After confusion comes acceptance, after acceptance comes trust, after trust comes control, and after control comes victory. Simple and meticulously built in this string of ideas in my head.

This plan would take months. Maybe even years depending on how thick Taehyung's shell was. However I had confidence. If I was going to ascend victorious, I would need patience. Something I unfortunately lack. The possibility of giving up based on pure boredom was in fact possible, but I had the hope that in the end, I'd be better off than continuing the physical feud.

 Interesting and thrilling nonetheless, a physical battle would only exhaust the people I care most for. I owed Mrs. Uim and my friends more respect than to be so selfish.

Before reaching the staircase I slid my shoes off by curling my toes against my heel, then applying firm pressure. I was far too giddy to untie them carefully; the suspension was flaking layers of my skin like a flesh eating bacteria. Slowly and painfully. Ironically the small scaled stunt I'd pull this evening was far from extraordinary. But it was different. Something I wasn't used to. I'd need to pull off the performance of a lifetime. In fact, nearly my whole entire strategy revolved around one simple concept. To act.