𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬 | VMINKOOK

Motion-Sickness

A/n: WARNING adult tings

When I returned from Calaberia again, I was sure the sight of my estate alone would turn me into ashes.

But, surprisingly, all I felt was the nausea from the boat ride, and the fatigue from the terrible ten day journey.

I stepped out of the car and expected Gonzales to carry my luggage up to my room, but the man didn't follow me into the house, and instead waited right by the door. "Young master," he called with a scratchy voice. "I found a wife and got married a month ago. She lives in town and Capo Park has allowed me to move in with her, as long as I still accompany you to Calabria every now and then."

I blinked. This descision made sense. There was no longer any need for a spy like him in my house. It was already occupied by another, much more effective one. "Va bene," I said, taking my luggage from the man.

"Ah, young master, I can get one of the servants to--"

"You are dismissed Gonzales, go be with your wife," I said, sounding much more spiteful than I actually intended to. It wasn't as though I ever forged a bond with Gonzales. He was just a man I'd known since childhood. Just a man who'd taught me how to shave my face and tie my shoelaces.

I charged forward into the house, and I wasn't at all surprised to see Taehyung standing there, carrying a large bouquet of crimson roses in his hands. "Moj aniol," he said, approaching me with stars in his eyes.

Had he pinched himself to get his eyes to water? I wondered. Had he hired a florist to plant those roses in the garden?

"I never thought a month could feel like a lifetime," Taehyung said, reaching out to help me with my luggage.

I turned myself away from the butler before he could grab my suitcase, and analyzed his actions, his words, his facial-expressions. Was it all fake? Or was it just a little fake? Did he fear me? Or did he hate me?

Taehyung looked at me with a frown when I kept my distance from him, but all I could see was a jester, performing a bit. I had been right all along to feel like his kindness towards me wasn't deserved. From the moment we met I knew his meekness was unnatural, and yet I ignored my brain just to let my heart be manipulated.

I had to tell him that I knew.

I had to tell him that he could stop pretending to like me.

But then I would be all alone again...

Taehyung tried to grab my suitcase again, and this time I let him. "Is everything okay, moj aniol?"

I parted my lips to say something terribly vile, but then closed them again when I couldn't come up with anything good enough. There was no point in getting angry with him, because he didn't really deserve it, now did he? The croatian boy never set out to become a pawn in my father's game. He'd stumbled into this mess entirely by accident, and I dared to think that the process of becoming my father's spy might've even been difficult for him.

Taehyung leaned in to kiss my lips, and I closed my eyes as I allowed him to do so.

"You look tired," the man said, cupping my face and stroking my cheekbone. "Let me carry these to your room, hm?"

I took the bouquet of roses as Taehyung went ahead and brought my luggage away.

Apparently, I no longer had a heart. I no longer felt things. But that didn't mean I couldn't still desire the warmth I used to feel when the butler looked at me. I still craved him like a famished parasite, and I could already tell that I would be leeching off of this situation until there was absolutely nothing left.