House Of Cards |Taehyung|

Chapter 4

2 weeks go by, and each night, Taehyung comes home more tired than the previous night.

I was getting worried about him at this point. As soon as he would come home, he'd shower, have dinner, and then go to bed,snoring away as he's deep in slumber.

It wasn't uncommon for him to be this tired, especially because he's working hard on this case. But to say it didn't affect me was an understatement.

Taehyung comes home late, some night, and by the time he does come home, I'm fast asleep.

It was taking a toll on me. Usually, I'd hold on until the case is over, but the cases usually don't go on for more than a week and a half at best.

I understood this was important to him, but it was taking a toll on our married life.

I craved Taehyung. His kisses, his touch, and his cuddles. I craved to be with my husband the way any married woman would. To have a conversation more than 5 words. To have him feel my emotions as I feel his.

Taehyung was currently on our shared bed reading through his notes he took while at work.

I was wearing Taehyungs favorite red lingerie set and stood at the bathroom door. I frown when I spot the notebook in his hand. "Work hours are over, baby."

Taehyung slightly drops the notebook to the side and spots me at the bathroom door. He hums and lifts the notebook back up. "Not tonight, baby. I really need to focus on these notes. "

I huff and make my over to the foot of our bed, climbing onto it and crawling up Taehyungs legs. "You've been working way too hard. You've been coming home late, you need a break, " I say, taking the notepad away from him and placing it onto the bedside table before I move to sit onto his lap.

"You really don't miss me?" I ask with a pout, slightly gaining my hips back and forth on his crotch. Taehyung inhales deeply before he lifts me off of his lap and places me onto my side of the bed before he pulls the cover over my body.

He then picks up the notebook and starts writing and reading again.

I sit there, unmoving. What the hell?

I look over at Taehyung with a pout. "Seriously? Rejection even when I'm wearing your favorite lingerie set?" I ask in disbelief.

Taehyung hums, "I told you I'm not in the mood, baby."

"Okay, we won't have sex. Just please give me your full attention because you haven't been doing that for the past 2 weeks, " I say frustrated.

"2 weeks?" Taehyung says in disbelief. "I hadn't noticed it's been so long." he then gives me an apologetic look and puts the notebook down, ok the bedside table before he pulls me into his arms. "I'm sorry, love," he whispers into the skin of my shoulder.

I huff and move away from him, laying on my side with my back turned to him. "It's fine. I'm tired anyway, "

"Don't be like that," he huffs. I frown "like what? Upset that my husband isn't being a husband?"

"Excuse me? I've been working my ass off for 2 weeks straight just so I can bay the bills around here. " Taehyung bites back angrily.

I fly to sit straight up, now facing him with an angry look. "I can afford the bills as much as you do. I didn't tell you to pay the bills. And in any fucking case this isn't about bills this is about you not being there for me when I need you"

Taehyung huffs "And when do you need me? When you're horny. Every time we spend some time together, you always try to have sex with me."

I laugh at the ridiculousness. "You're kidding, right? It's been 2 weeks since we last had sex. Excuse me for craving my husband."

"Has it been two weeks?" he breathed out confused. "YES!" I loudly exclaim.

"Why do you think I wore this?!" I point to the lingerie. "I didn't wear it because of how comfortable it is that's for sure"

I let out a frustrated sigh. "Okay well you don't always need to have sex with me yknow. You can always talk to me" Taehyung says in a sassy tone

"When?!" I yell. "You're never home! And when you are home you're always in your office or you're having dinner. I tried to make conversation with you multiple times and you just answer me with short answers!"

"I'm sorry Okay? I'll satisfy all my husband duties ontop of working my ass off" and he once again, picks up the notebook and starts reading again.

At this point I just had enough. I jump out of bed and grab my pillows and a blanket.
"Where are you going?" He asks.

"To sleep on the couch because you don't seem to be the least bit concerned at how I feel"

And with that I storm downstairs, tossing my pillows and blanket onto the large couch before I plop myself onto it, angrily covering my body with the blanket whilst I punch my pillow twice to make it feel comfortable.

'Unbelievable' I think to myself.

Some part of me felt bad for blowing up in his face. He really was working hard to get this case settled and he was exhausted to do anything else.
But another part of me was angry at him for not noticing how I felt and then so nonchalantly continued to work even after I told him how I felt.

Tears started to prickle my eyes and soon, I was softly crying ok the couch of our home. I just wanted things to go back they way they were. I didn't want Taehyung working for so long, I didn't want him coming home late and then unintentionally ignoring me.

I wanted my Taehyungie back. The one who kissed and hugged me as soon as he walked through the door, the one who held me tightly in his arms whilst we slept.

I wanted my Taehyungie.