Stuck With You || Kim Taehyung

PART - 14

AUTHOR'S POV

Y/N was sitting with her parents. Her mom was cutting an apple and feeding her, piece by piece. Her father sat on a stool beside the bed, reading her a case file. Being a workaholic, she couldn't completely avoid her duties.

"Y/N, please, let's stop. I'm tired," her dad said, weary from reading the file again and again. It wasn't one she had written herself, and she kept checking it repeatedly to find a mistake.

"Alright, Dad, you can rest for a while," she said while swallowing a piece of apple.

"Sweetheart, we have a surprise for you."

"Really? What is it?" she asked them.

"Come inside," her mother called out.

Hearing the voice, Y/N saw a shadow near the window—it was a bulky shadow. Curiosity peaked as the person stepped into the room.

"Fed," she muttered under her breath, her eyes wide open.

"Ma belle," the man replied.

"Oh my God!" she screamed, trying to get up from the hospital bed.

But her leg fracture prevented her from moving. He saw her struggle, took long strides toward her, and engulfed her in his arms. She hugged him back, tears streaming down her face.

He pulled back slightly when he felt his shoulder getting wet. "Oh mio Dio, sono venuto qui per incontrarti dopo così tanto tempo e tu stai piangendo qui," he said in Italian. (Oh my God, I came here to meet you after so long and you are crying here.)

"No, it's just I'm so emotional to see you after so long," she replied. Mr. and Mrs. Lee smiled, watching their interaction.

"Oh my, I didn't know my lioness was a crybaby," he teased. She playfully punched his chest.

"When did you get back?" she asked.

"L'ho fatta atterrare il giorno del tuo incidente. Ero qui solo finché il dottore non è uscito e ci ha detto che sei al sicuro," he explained. (I landed here on the day of your accident. I was only here until the doctor came out and told us you were safe.)

"Ma non eri qui quando ho ripreso conoscenza," she countered. (But you weren't here when I got my consciousness.)

"I went to Jeju Island; I had some business issues there. I'm sorry I wasn't here," he apologized.

"It's okay, but you have to compensate."

"Sure, I will."

"Okay, now stop it, kids. Here, Fed, eat an apple," her mom said.

JIMIN'S POV

"Aaaahh, Daddy, please do it f-faster!" This whore was moaning continuously beneath me as I gave her powerful thrusts.

"Oh, y-you want m-more? What else can I expect from a whore like you?" I gasped, breathing heavily after our sixth round. She moaned louder at my words. "Tch... Slut."

I couldn't stand her dirty moans anymore, so I stuffed her dirty undies in her mouth as a gag.

"Don't you dare throw that out," I growled, thrusting deeper. I grabbed her throat; she was sensitive and pushed backward as tears started coming out of her eyes. I climaxed with a guttural groan.

She was nearly unconscious. I gathered the clothes scattered on the floor, threw money onto her face, and walked out of the club room. I fixed my shirt and hair once more, put on my shades, and moved out.

The moment I stepped inside the mansion, I saw my father and that bitch—I mean, my so-called stepmom—sitting beside him. He looked my way and stood up from the couch.

"Where were you?" he asked me.

"It's none of your business."

"JIMIN!" he shouted, but I didn't even flinch—it was a common occurrence.

"Is this how you talk to your father?" he demanded.

"Father? Really? By giving birth, no one becomes a damn father! Did you ever fulfill that responsibility of being a father, huh?"

"Jimin, don't talk to your father like that. And please, honey, don't take stress; your blood pressure will rise," the stepmom said, massaging his forearm.

Great, now this bitch is getting involved. "I will make him understand," she said, and I raised an eyebrow at her audacity.

"I'm sick of you," my father snapped and walked out. The stepmom looked at me, flashed a smirk, and followed him out.

"What the hell is wrong with the people living in this house? I'm sick of it," I mumbled in anger and went to my room.

I took off my shirt, as I wasn't in the habit of sleeping with one on, and changed into my comfortable lower wear.

Suddenly, I heard a knock on my door.
"Come in."

A girl around the age of 24–25 came inside. She was beautiful and had a curvy body.

"What do you want, Ryujin?" I asked her.
(Disclaimer: I don't hate any K-pop idol and I used this name randomly. Please don't hate me for that.)

"Young Master, I brought you a water bottle," she said and placed it on the nightstand.

"How many times do I have to tell you to call me Jimin, not 'Young Master'?"
"But—"

"I know you're a maid here, but don't forget we're friends from childhood. I don't like you addressing me as 'Young Master.' Got it?

She nodded her head. "Can I go now?"

"Yeah, you can."

AUTHOR'S POV

The moment she came out of the room, Ryujin started blushing. She'd had a crush on him for a long time. She and her mom started working here as maids when Ryujin was four years old. Mr. Park took responsibility for her education. She was younger than Jimin, so whenever someone used to bully her, he would protect her. Of course, Jimin himself was the number-one bully in that school, and he had his best friend, his "buddy," with him, too.

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To Be Continued ~