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Chapter 38 || Ruined Like That

"tae?" jiah hushes out softly, turning to taehyung's side and shifts closer to him, releasing a soft breath of discomfort. he glances down at her, wrapping his arm around her body and strokes her back slowly, humming in response. "i'm scared..." she whispers.

"talk to me. i'm listening." he tells her, kissing the side of her head, and turns back for a second to tuen on the lamp beside the bed. the mere second for which he's not holding jiah, makes her whine lightly, quieting down only when he hugs her again. "what's wrong, sweetheart? is there something you wanna tell me?"

jiah sigh again for the millionth time and looks down, bringing her leg up until she can touch her feet, "my feet hurt,"

"c'mere," taehyung pats her side as he sits up beside her legs, placing her feet on his lap and starts massaging her legs. jiah lays down quietly, staring at the ceiling, which is when taehyung's voice pulls her out of trance again, "are you mad at me?"

she glances at him and tilts her head, "you have the audacity to ask?" she hushes out tiredly, "i'm mad at you. yes. and i'm mad at myself too... i'm mad at this fucking world, every single thing and every single person. i hate it when you ask me if i'm mad, because then i have to lie..."

taehyung looks down with a guilty expression, still massaging her feet and leans down to plant a kiss on side of her ankle, "i'm sorry,"

"you should be." a tear drops from her eyes, "after what you've done to me. you should be more than just sorry. i make me wanna die this very instant, tae. what do i ever do? ever since the beginning... my life hasn't been mine. i live for you, tae, have you noticed? first i fought my parents for you... my dad used to love me. he used to call me every now and then, used to get worried when i was having a hard time... now he doesn't even know if i'm alive or dead. i left my family because i loved you. you left me alone here, pregnant with your child, but okay i said anything against you because i love jihun. then you came back and decided that eveything should go back to how it used to be. you moved in with me because you wanted to. you made me block everyone because you thought i'd go against you. i can't talk to yoongi oppa because of you... and you also threaten me that you'll take my son away...

"you and your mind games are driving me crazy at this point, tae. i know it's you who's hurting me, but i also trust you for some reason... you've taken everything from me, now don't back out and watch me dying too. i know i'm not taking anyone's hand now, except for yours. you'll hold me, right?"

his eyes hold tears, staring at her pained expression and leans down, resting his arm beside her head as he seals her lips with his, ignoring the tears they both cry. he kisses her softly, slow and careful with his movements, but jiah never stops him. her hands are placed like they were before, one beside her on the bed and the other on her stomach, like taehyung wasn't foreign but a part of her, but never voluntary.

"don't talk about dying. jihun needs you."

"i know," jiah sniffles, rubbing her eyes and cups his face. "you wanted to take him from me. you wanted to break me. you did it, tae. you were right, it's always the people you love who hurt you the most. look at me now... still with you all because i couldn't move on the first time." her voice is fragile, exhausted to say the least and that makes it hard for taehyung to breathe properly, for he knows he's the reason jiah looks so devoid of life now. "answer me, tae. you brought me here, now hold me. don't give me any hope, but just be here and assure me that you'll take care of our son..."

"jiah..."

"hm?" she hugs him, "hold me, tae. it's so scary what i'm feeling right now... eveything... please hold me. i never felt like this before— never wanted to die before..."