𝐓 𝐖 𝐄 𝐍 𝐓 𝐘 - 𝐅 𝐈 𝐕 𝐄 [25] [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1]

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“ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴘs ᴡʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍɪɴᴇ, ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ᴍᴇ ɪ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴅɪsᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ

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“ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴘs ᴡʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍɪɴᴇ, ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ᴍᴇ ɪ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴅɪsᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ. ” [ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 𝟷 ]
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||ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ᴘᴏᴠ||

“ Taehyung... Stop drinking! ”, Jimin said looking at Taehyung beside him, who is drinking.

Taehyung took the whiskey bottle from the glass table.
Ripping the aluminium opener, he poured the Ruso-baltique vodka into a rocks-style glass.

He gulps down the cold bitter intoxicated liquor.

Jimin sighed peering at his best friend, who is drinking continuously.

“ Taehyung... What about yn? ”, he said knowing yn's name is capable of stopping him.

Taehyung clenched the glass in his steel grip hearing his wife's name.

“ She must be waiting for you. ”, said Jimin.

Taehyung put the glass back on the table and stand up from his seat and took his coat and leave Jimin alone in the club.
Jimin's plump lips stretched a beau smile staring at the exit, from where his friend left.

“Happiest birthday to you. ”, he whispered lowly staring at the exit, he didn't wish him earlier as he knows his friend wouldn't like his words.









Taehyung fixes his brown coat on his body, cause he doesn't want his wife to gets to know about his drinking, after fixing he grips the doorknob of his room, he rotated the knob and with a click sound, the door of the room opened.

“ where were you? ”, His lips stretched a soft smile, hearing familiar soft & desperate tone of his wife.
He lift his insensitive gaze, His front teeth exposed looking at his concerned wife gazing at him with her soft eyes.

“ i was busy with meeting. ”, He lied and walk inside as he doesn't want his wife worried.

“ Happy Birthday. ”, He halted hearing upon her low & soft wish, His eyes soften.

“ I bought cake for you. ”, She exclaimed with her orbs downcast.
“ you will cut, rig-right? ”, She stuttered at last words, as she never witnessed him celebrating any occasion, unless her birthday.

Taehyung tucked his veiny hands inside his skinned shipped jeans, “ Doll? ”, He called her in tantalizing manner, inducing her nervousness.

“ Look up! ”, He ordered peering into her small figure.

She instantly lifted her brown orbs.

“ Aren't you going to bring the cake? ”, He asked in his soft tone.

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