𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 || 𝐊𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ||

𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖

YN'S POV:

I came into the bedroom to arrange my closet when I heard the voice of water. Someone was in the bathroom, showering. It's him, who else would come to our bedroom?

I was about to arrange my clothes in the closet when I saw his white shirt on the edge of the bed.

I picked it up in my hands and saw fresh blood stains on it. It looked like he gunshot someone. Again. I rolled my eyes and tried to pacify the irritation I was getting from this shirt and the stains on it.

My face was towards the bathroom. He came out by exhibiting his upper body, only a towel wrapped around his hips. He realised my presence in the bedroom and looked towards me and then his gaze went towards his shirt in my hand. My silence was speaking louder than my words could.

I don't want to start with that 'Don't you feel a little guilty' shit once again because I know he doesn't. I threw his shirt on the bed and was about to make my way out of the bedroom when he held my wrist and pulled me back. I looked up at as he towered over me.

"He deserved death." he spoke in a calm tone of voice.

"And who are you to decide that?" I questioned.

"He betrayed me and that's what I do with betrayers."

I scoffed. "Then I wonder what would happen to me if I betray you?" I taunted.

"So you would betray me with other man?" he asked damn seriously. I could feel the anger that he was pacifying within his calm voice.

"Yes, I can." I said without giving any second thoughts. I just wanted to know that will he torture the person he's Obsessed with the same way he does to others.

"And why would you do that?" his jaw clenched.

"Because I hate you!"

He held my elbow and filled the remaining distance between our bodies. He was dangerously close, his gaze became darker and I was able to feel the irritation and anger through his breaths which were hitting my mouth. My eyes were not ready to leave his. I was confident enough to stare back at him. I wasn't scared at all, his eyes never scared me to start with, they just made me drown in its depth when I studied him.

"Better kill me before cheating on me. Because the day I find you with another man I'll kill him infront of you in the most ruthless way possible." he raised his brows.

I looked to other side sucking my inner cheeks. I wanted to slap him across his fvcking face and break his attitude. What a controlling obessesive psychopath.

"Sir?" Our gazes shifted towards the door side. "Tyler?" he spoke. "The artist is here." Tyler informed and he nodded "Take him to the pool side, I'm coming"

Tyler bowed closing the door behind him. "I'll catch on you later, darling" he smiled bitterly and walked to his closet, and came back wearing only his grey trousers. He strolled out without even glancing at me, leaving the door open.

He was not happy about my words and it showed.

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TAEHYUNG'S POV:

I made my way to the pool side and both the artist and Tyler bowed in respect. I rested my back on the lounging chair along side the pool. "What should I write sir?" the tattoo artist asked me. "Y/n" I said, her name bringing back the warmth again that left me moments ago. He nodded and began to write her name on the left side of my chest.

I closed my eyes and drowned myself in the thoughts of the conversation we had just now. I'm determined to make her fall in love with me. I'm trying to become a better man, a better husband for her but, my blood began to boil when she said she can cheat on me with other man. I know that was out of anger and the hate she has towards me, nevertheless it got me furious and at some point hurted me. It felt like a punch in my gut.

She was mine the moment I saw her. I'll kill anyone who tries to come near her, I'll kill every man who tries to see her with a dirty gaze, I'll show them hell if anyone hurts her. She's mine. Only I get the pleasure to look at her and admire her beauty. No one else in this world can get a chance except me.

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It was nearly 8pm and since I finished having her name tattooed on my chest I was heading to our bedroom.

She wasn't there so I walked towards the kitchen in search of her and there she was, cooking something. Through the smell I could guess it was Ramen.

YN'S POV:

I was cooking ramen for myself when I felt someone's presence behind by back. I turned just to witness him towering over me. Our eyes met but I ignored him and turned around to turn off the gas and pour my ramen in a bowl.

"What are you cooking?"

"I won't share it with you." I said coldly.

"But I'll still have it." He dug in the chopsticks from behind and stuffed my ramen in his mouth. "Yaah!" I turned and hit him hardly twice on his chest. He hissed. And that's when a tattoo on his chest caught my attention.

My name was tattooed on his chest in Italics. It seemed fresh as redness surrounded the tattoo. My heart raced. I was feeling something in my stomach. It must be painful as the name wasn't simply written instead it was a beautifully calligraphed, red roses were drawn around it, a silver crown was visible on the head of the first letter of my name and it looked perfectly beautiful.

"Ow" he winced in pain again making me realise that my fingers were roaming on his chest over the tattoo. I gasped, snapping out of my thoughts and moved back. Our eyes met yet once again, he gave a teasing look and took slow steps towards me. I just stared at him, embarrassed but trying to keep my cool.

He caged me between his two bare muscular arms pinning my hips to the kitchen counter. The tension between us increased. His gaze was dominating but I'll never choose to be submissive. I stared back with the same dominance he had in his eyes.

The air hot and calm. My cheeks burned, having him this close to my face. He is the first man being this close to me, maybe that is why my cheeks burned or maybe it's just because of the hot air surrounding us and the absence of AC in the kitchen. He twisted his eyebrows and smirked.

"Are you turned on, Sugar?"

"Nope! You aren't a vibrator! Now move!"

"Well I can be one if you want." He teased and then whispered in my ears "With a better experience"

I pushed him away. "Bastard" I mumured walking away with my ramen. He chuckled. When I looked back at him he winked at me mischeviously, I immediately looked ahead and continued walking. "Filthy mafia."

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