Fake Love (Mafia au)

Chapter 27: I'm Awake.

(There's some kind of morbid stuff at the bottom idk if  i need to put WARNING or not lol)

Nari  POV

I woke up well before Taehyung had gone insane upon Jimin. 

I felt his soft, plump lips as they pressed against my cheek in such a tender way that I doubted that it had even happened in real life. It quite honestly took ever ounce of my self control not to jump up and put that man in a headlock, but I was able to find the ability to hold back, because after all, he had saved me. I wasn't going all stockholm syndrome anytime soon, but I wasn't dumb enough to ignore the fact that Taehyung had saved my life, and I felt like I owed him as much as a simple thanks.

I didn't need to be in his debt because his behavior prior to him making his heroic male egotistic rescue was literally shit. And they cancelled one another out in my mind.

I was quite angry, I had to admit. 

And the sad thing was, I was mostly angry at myself. The fact that I couldn't see the trap soon enough right before my blind fucking eyes was an embarrassment to my very core. I was mad that I had risked so much all to prove a point, and my arrogance had nearly cost me my life. I wasn't saying that Taehyung wasn't being an overbearing asshole, but I should have taken much more cautious measures than to meet someone I didn't know. 

Stupid. I was so stupid.

I sat up in the bed, rubbing my eyes as I sighed. I threw the covers off of my body and I tossed my legs over the side of my bed, a slight pain prickling up my leg as I stretched with my feet pointed down. I groaned as I planted my feet on the ground, and I leaned back to crack my spine. I gingerly walked over to the door in spite of how strangely fast my heart pounded against my chest.

I had no idea how Taehyung would react, for all I knew he could have only kept me alive just so he could torture and kill me himself for disobeying him. I immediately prayed to any god there was out there that was the case before my fingers turned the door knob and pushed open the door. 

I let out a small breathe of relief as no one stood outside, the hallway void of any life besides myself. I bit my lip, wondering where I was going. I found myself wandering directly down the hall, and decided on going to the kitchen to go digging through food so I could bring it back up to the room and avoid everyone and their scolding and abuse.

I tip toed down the wooden planks of the very modern staircase, the hope in my chest that I would again see no one blooming up and around my heart. Gulping, I quietly headed to the fridge where I gently opened it. I grabbed a container of leftover shrimp fried rice and heated it up in the microwave, the hunger I had gnawing at my stomach even more than it already had.

I hit the 'X' before the loud sound that my food was ready went off, and as quietly as I could closed the microwave door after making sure my rice was hot enough. I went through at least eight drawers before finding where the spoons were and I began to head back to my room.

I'd never felt shame burn as bright as it did in my heart, and I hated the feeling.

"You're up" a deep voice said from behind me.

I couldn't stop the surprised yelp from escaping my mouth, and I whipped around and held my spoon in my hand like a knife. Jin stood before me, a single eyebrow raised as his eyes flickered between my spoon-knife and my probably terrified eyes. "And what are you going to do with that?" he asked, holding up his hands as if in mock surrender.

"I'll still find a way to kill you with it if you take a single step closer."

Jin stepped back with half a grin, "And here I was, thinking that we were friends"