The Invincibles-KTH FF (BOOK II)

-ELEVEN-

Do not kill in the lord's house. Do not kill in the lord's house.

"I'm sorry, it's Evelyn," Eunha whispered. "We're late for the charity brunch."

"We're Kims, we're never late. Everyone else is early and impatient," I stated as I grabbed the phone from her and turned it off before taking my kneeling stance back at the altar.

But no sooner had my knees touched the pillow did Jisoo's phone go off. I turned towards her again, and the fear that crossed her face meant that she saw the hell I would unleash on her if she didn't shut her phone off immediately. She did, which only made my private phone go off.

Looking up at the cross, I sighed. "You see what I go through?"

TAEHYUNG'S POV

"When did you get so good at hand-to-hand combat?" Namjoon snickered as I dodged Jin's fist.

"I'll do my best not to take that as an insult." I grunted, blocking my face before jumping back and landing one to the side of Jin's face.

He and I danced around the ring, staring down each other like hungry lions.

Over the last year, this had been my and Jin's thing. After years of not speaking to each other, except when needed, we were working ourselves back to brotherly status. I wasn't sure how long that would take, but every Saturday, while my beautiful wife was at confession and her charity, we boxed. When Jin was in his fighting mode, there was no speaking, just calculated attacks. He was almost like a robot. But in the moments in between our attempts at killing each other, there was a look or a smirk that passed between us. That smirk said far more than any words. We were in a much better place than we were a year ago.

"Isn't it obvious?" I asked, ducking down slightly as Jin's fist came towards my jaw. "My wife tries to murder me every other week. A few of those times, have in fact led to combat...amongst other things."

"One day your dick is going to fall off. I'm just not sure what will castrate you first; the sex, or the fighting before the sex." Namjoon laughed.

"The sex," my father said from the sideline. "You do know the walls are thin enough that every sound carries, right? We all can hear you."

"I know, I just don't give a fuck." I tried to punch Jin once more, but he blocked. "It's my damn house, if we want to make love in the center of the dining table at dinner, we shall."

"Please don't," he said.

"She puts a bullet in your thigh and you make love? I still don't understand your relationship. After a year, she still hasn't warmed up to you," Namjoon said as Jin kicked into my side.

Of course he would think that. My Y/N didn't show much emotion other than anger or fake kindness in public. However, it was different when we were alone. We had gone from murderous fuck buddies, to husband and wife. She let me hold her, which often led to more sex. But even after that, we'd fall asleep in each other's arms. She didn't say 'I love you' as often as I did, but when she did, it made me want to stay in bed with her forever. Love wasn't her thing. She struggled with it. How could they expect someone who never really received love to express it to others? I wasn't going to push her any more than I already had.