MAFIA

PART 7: POV Taehyung

He stood in front of your door, worrying if all is well with you. A month has passed, and he never managed to see you. No matter how long he was waiting for you near the house, he could not meet you. Maybe you flew away to Jungkook, he thought as he looked at the pile of letters near your door. Although no, he received lists of those who flew away every day, and your name was not there. None of your names.

He put the code on yours door lock and entered inside. Perhaps you will throw something at him, or you will beat him, but at least this way he will know that you are okay. He walked down the dark corridor to the living room, where the light was dim. He froze when he saw you lying on the floor next to an empty whiskey bottle. You were lying absolutely motionless, he couldn't even see that you were breathing. With trembling fingers, he touched your neck, checking your pulse. He practically groaned in relief when he felt your pulse.

"Have you decided to strangle me since I'm not a detective anymore?" you asked, making him flinch and sit on the floor. Despite the smell of alcohol, your voice was absolutely sober.

"You scared me. I thought you were dead," he said, standing up from the floor.

You grinned while still lying with your eyes closed. "Even though I want to, I can't do that to Jungkook."

"You didn't leave the house"

"Why should I leave my house. There is food and alcohol here, and you are not here. "You opened your eyes and glared at him. "Rather, you were not here before this moment!"

"I was worried"

"Like you have the right to do that" you snorted, closing your eyes again.

"You gave me this right many years ago. I can't focus on business because I'm worried about you." He walked around the room collecting empty alcohol bottles. "When was the last time you ate?" he muttered.

"Have you decided to play in the family?" You giggled.

"I don't want to play in the family, I want to be a family."

"Haven't you already given up this chance?" you said, getting up from the floor. "Why are you here? Why do you keep talking about the past? Why do you keep appearing and stirring my heart?" You shook your head, taking a deep breath. "Don't care," you muttered under your breath, heading into the other room.

He grabbed your hand before you left. "Eat first." He did not expect at all that the next second you would throw him over you, and he would be on the floor. "I am glad that you have so much strength left," he laughed, writhing in pain, getting up from the floor.

"You seem to think you are the owner of my house, since I did not react in any way to your appearance." you practically growled at him, shoving him in the chest.

He grabbed your hand, pulling on him. But before he could hug you, you kicked him in the ribs with your knee. He grabbed your hands, leading them behind your back, pressing you with your face against the wall. "______, didn't I ask you not to flirt with me so openly?" He whispered in your ear, squeezing you tighter as you tried to escape. "You apparently forgot who I am." he said, loosened his grip, which he regretted. You pushed hard against the wall with your foot, forcing him to lose his balance. Even despite his attempts, he was not able to resist you.

"Apparently it is YOU forgot who I am!" you said angrily

He laughed softly as he was pressed face down to the floor. "You fight better than all my guard"

"Get lost, if you want to get out of this house alive," you growled, letting go of him.

"Are you really threatening your first love?" he laughed loudly and lay on his back. You grabbed a knife from the coffee table and threw it at him. He flinched at you with wide eyes as the knife slid into the floor near his face. He could feel the cold blade in his ear.

"This is the last time I missed!" you glared at him before turning around and slamming the door into the room.

He exhaled loudly when he was alone. He pulled away from the knife and ran his fingers over his ear, wiping away the blood. Only one of your gifts disappeared, you immediately gave him a new one, he chuckled. He looked at the finger, which didn't even have a trace of the cut you made.

Despite the fact that you kicked his ass, he couldn't stop smiling. Getting up off the floor, he finished cleaning. He took out his phone and took some pictures of your living room. It seems this is the perfect time for you both to find out who you are to each other. This time I will definitely fulfill the promise I made to you; he laughed quietly as he walked towards the exit.