Till Death Do Us Part ||Taekook||

Chapter #45 Remissness

I had two choices. Accept a possibly fatal situation. Or decline and face the consequence of turning a blind eye to a clear representation of his intentions. By that I mean his strategy. Taehyung's not stupid, I'm sure he's already sensed the change of tone. I'm sure he's already aware that I'm taking a new approach, even if he doesn't exactly know by which means. 

Shower with him? I mean the whole idea sounds outrageous. Not only audacious but painfully nostalgic. I swore I'd never even consider putting myself in such circumstances after the last occurrence.

Whatever the fuck happened last time could not happen again if I wanted to keep my sanity. Taehyung watched in amusement as he could clearly decipher the complexity of my internal debate. He tapped his shoe against the ground patiently. He was giving me plenty of time to answer. 

I hated his self-congratulatory expression . His complacency was sickening. Whatever option I chose, one way or another, I'd still be giving him the upper hand. I abandoned the mindset of trying to figure out why he asked me. Such a path of thinking would only end in despondency. I needed to choose the option that would best benefit me and my plan.

My whole approach revolves around the word confusion. I truly can't imagine there was any way I could have answered this question without it being somewhat predictable. If I chose yes, he'd know I was curious. If I chose no, he'd already have a reason to doubt my loyalty in the future. 

The whole point was to make him yield to me. To light a spark in his entanglement of thoughts and allow his own imperfections breed the perfect collapse. A man like himself was best defeated if you feed him his own poison. I decided the best way to handle the near future was to simply not think. If I didn't think, he'd have less to use against me and I'd still have the opportunity to test his true objective. I cleared my throat.

"I don't see why not. I suppose it's a reasonable request given it's an activity on both of our to do lists."

He pressed his lips into a thin line and grinned. His expression as predicted wasn't surprised in slightest by my answer.

"Splendid." He muttered. I couldn't help but sense slight dread in his voice. Why the fuck would he be the one dreading the predicament? He's the one who fucking asked. He rose to his feet and with the click of his pointed shoes, he brushed past me. I gulped and kept a steady pace behind him. 

With the scream of the hinges he entered his room, heading straight for the bathroom. Everything was happening so fast. It almost felt like some kind of strange scheduled appointment. Almost like there was no endearing meaning involved other than to simply piss off one another. Taehyung always did everything for a reason. This aura he was putting off was unsettling.

It wasn't sleazy or menacing. Weirdly enough it wasn't even horny. It was almost like he was entering another business meeting; something he was required to do. He wasted no time stripping off his loose blouse. He unbuttoned his pants with haste. He seemed entirely unbothered. The first time we were put into this scenario he at least included me into his little seductive strip show. 

This time he didn't even look at me. It wasn't like he was avoiding me either. It seemed like he didn't care to look. I felt weirdly insecure. It's not like I wanted him to sexualize me, but in a situation like this it's almost offensive that he wasn't at least sparing me a few lousy glances.

I unbuttoned my white collared shirt. With a sharp 'chime' my belt was removed, my pants lay on the floor. I didn't even feel nervous. The atmosphere Taehyung constructed was making it hard to believe anything beyond my imagination was going to happen. It felt like I was in the military showering next to my comrades. In an unfamiliar way, I kind of hated the lack of attention.