The Husband Arrangement| TAEHYUNG

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13 : 21 pm

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"Taehyung-", I barge into the house. "Where are you?", I continue to raise my voice. He wasn't in the living room. I storm into the kitchen, finding him leaning against the counter, staring at a gold card which looked like a wedding invitation.

"Taehyung. Are you crazy?", I snatch the card from his hand. His eyes move to me. "Shooting my boss?", I yell. His calm expression annoyed me further. "Do you have any idea how much I've been through in one day?", I snap. "The cops were harassing me! Gwen went to stay at kyra's place -", I was venting. I couldn't hold my tongue. "Who was harassing you?", his question made me furrow my brows. "Why? Are you going to shoot them too?", I hiss. He stood there listening to my rants until he couldn't take any more blabbering. He gripped my jaw , forcing me to keep quiet.

"Do you ever slow down?", he whispered. "Who are you screaming at?", he backed me against the counter. "Taehyung, that was not necessary ", I wanted to pry his hand off my face but that'll only piss him more. "I don't think you understand ", he loosened his grip. "I thought I made it clear that I was the only man allowed to touch you. Some fucker lays his hands on you and you stay silent ? I am your husband ". His low voice sounded so dark. He meant every word. "I have every right to know about such things", a frown taking over his once unbothered face. "Taehyung, I'm sorry. I just, I didn't want it to end this way". I was begging myself not to sob.

"It'll always end worse when you keep secrets Anastasia ".

"I'm sorry", I whisper.

Was I sorry? No.

In this moment , I'd say anything to get his hand off my jaw. This man almost fisted Jungkook to death. He shot and threatened my boss with a GUN! I wouldn't want to know what else he was capable of. I'm utterly afraid of him. Every cell and nerve within me quaked. My limbs were quivering. If my palms were a cloth , I could simply squeeze and hang it on a line to dry out. He makes me all jittery and sweaty.

I do not want to die.

"We're invited to a costume event. My parents are hosting it tomorrow evening ", he released and stepped away from me , lifting the golden card from the counter. I swallow the lump in my throat and bring a hand up to wipe my glistening brow. "Are we going?", I whisper. "Yeah", he tossed the card aside. Silence. The tap at the sink going drip drip drip. The only sound echoing in my ears. "Supper as usual. The boys will be here soon", was his order before walking out. My eyes shift to the card. From Mr and Mrs Kim. The thought of perfect son namjoon never left my mind. I couldn't grasp why taehyung was built this way. Drugs, hooligan friends , secrets which ran deeper than oceans combined. He had no interest in bettering himself. No reason to pursue something great. No future he looked forward too. It's as if he'd wake up , not praising the sun and moon. Not staring at the beautiful stars. He would bypass the beauty of life just to sink in the depths of darkness.

He's dragging me with.

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18 : 49 pm

"I'm glad you're doing okay. It was nice of Kyra to give you shelter".

Moving around the hot kitchen. The heat blazing from the stove , oven and kettle was consuming me. I was going to collapse. "I'll call you before I go to bed", I say to Gwendolyn who was on a call. "Yes, take care", I hang up , placing my phone aside and pouring the boiled water into the pot. "There she is!", he slammed his hand against the wall, making me jolt. His voice was like a thousand bugs crawling on my flesh. "I love your hair", his hand stroked my head. "Don't-", I flinch. Brice smirked , knowing he made me nervous. "My little pup is still afraid?", he whispered, hovering over my shoulder. "You know. There's a whore named Lucy seated on your husband's lap", he said lowly, hands gripping my arms. "Brice", I whimper as he pulled me away from the stove. "Let go", I try freeing myself but he pushed me toward the living room, not fully but enough to see the red head sitting comfortably on taehyungs lap while he smoked a cigarette. The rest of the boys laying around with beer bottles.

I knew this marriage was a facade yet this silly heart of mine ached. Why did I believe he cared? Because he showed up to stop jungkook? He threatened my boss ?

The girl who received no love believed in it the most.

"Pretty girls don't cry", he dragged me back to the kitchen. "Smells great mama", he swat my ass. "Brice, go away please", I plead. "You're so sexy when you beg", he gripped a hand full of my hair. "Brice". I'm shrieking, whimpering, bawling my eyes out. He has my face inches from the crimson stove. "Stop!", I choke, feeling the scorching heat against my wet cheek. "I hate women who aren't submissive!", he jerked my head.

"Taehyung!", I'm screaming. I can hear myself. My pounding heart mingled with sweat and hysterical tears.

"Brice!", his voice made me whimper until I am thrown aside like a rag doll and brice gets punched in his face. I choke on my sobs, huddling underneath the counter. "What the fuck!", taehyung is the one screaming now. "The fuck kim!", brice coughs, touching his bleeding nose. "Whoa guys", Greg rushed to separate. "What the fuck did I say about touching her?", he sounded pissed. I cover my ears, not wanting to hear them shout at each other.

Ignore them.
Block them out.
It's just you Ana.
It's just you.

You are okay.

"Anastasia-", I hear his voice but refuse to lift my head. I just rock myself back and forth. Tears still flooding. "Anastasia ", his hand touched my head. "Are you okay?", he asked. NO , i want to scream but don't. "Hey", he whispered. It felt as if he didn't know what else to say at this point. He was useless in comforting the broken-hearted. "They're gone", he said, keeping his hand on my head. "Anastasia ", he sighed, pulling me closer. I sniffle, lifting my head to find him under the counter too. "They're gone", he repeat , lifting his hands and wiping my cheeks. His hands were soft and cold. "I had warned him not to speak to you. Guess he doesn't fucking listen", he grit.

His voice fades and I just stare at his face threw glossy eyes. The man was art. How could he not want a better future? How could he be friends with assholes? From his hair to his pearly teeth, he was perfect.

"Taehyung ", I whisper.

He stopped speaking, eyes locked to mine.

"Yes?", he answered.

I promise in this moment of fear and still being shaken from almost being roasted on the stove minutes ago. All I could see was his angelic face. Sure he had a demon heart but I'm sure there's more to him. More to the man I married. There's gotta be more. I'd love to find out.

"Kiss me", I whisper.