CAGES OF LOVE || KIM TAEHYUNG FF

67. Stabbing his soul

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After a while.

Y/n sat on the bed while holding the duvet close to her chest when she heard the door cracking sound, indicating that he was done with his routine. She didn't trail her eyes in his direction and looked at her surroundings, but a frustrated sigh escaped her mouth when she found nothing around.

She watched his bare back as he walked towards the mirror, wiping his hair. She couldn't get up like this with him roaming around in the room. She closed her eyes and decided to wait for him to finish and leave. She laid back on the bed and stared at the ceiling, placing her palms on her covered stomach.

Taehyung smirked, watching her small figure through the mirror. She was naked and both of their clothes weren't there near the bed with which she could cover herself. That's why she was waiting for him to go out. He knew her very well. He mentally chuckled, watching her fumbling with her fingers. What was there to be shy when he had already seen her everything?

He averted his eyes at his own reflection the moment she moved her gaze at him, changing his playful expression into a cold one in a blink. He ruffled his hair, tossing the towel on the floor, knowing exactly how much she hated it. Y/n's gaze followed his action, and then she sighed. He was taking so much time to get ready. She decided to get up as she was feeling dirty and she didn't want to stay in bed anymore.

She wrapped the blanket around herself and slowly got up. She put her feet on the floor, but she could feel them shaking. Her hold tightened around the blanket. She didn't know it would hurt so much. She clenched her jaw to stifle any sound that could grab his attention.

She held the side table and tried to stand but badly hissed, feeling that soreness in her lower region. Her thighs were badly stinging, which immediately watered her eyes.
She tightly held the nightstand for support, but her eyes widened when she didn't feel the earth under her feet. She held the duvet and looked at the owner of those arms who just hoisted her up along with the blanket.

"I'll leave. Let me help you first," He stated in monotonous voice, gaping at her coldly.

"I don't need your help, I can manage. Put me down," She mimicked his tone with more attitude.
He sighed at her stubbornness and started walking, ignoring her words, making her glare at him as she spat again.

"I said put me -"

"It was your first last night and still we did it again. Your legs must be sore. I've prepared a warm bath for you so relax your body. It will help you in soothing your pain."
He uttered softly without glancing at her while walking. Y/n's cheeks hued red hearing his words and she didn't dare to protest more as she knew if she refused his help, she had to crawl on the floor.

He entered the bathroom and removed the duvet and softly placed her in the warm water bathtub while she avoided his gaze.

He placed his lips on top of her head and smiled when she shrug her head weakly. Without looking, he could tell that she was frowning her lips and brows cutely like an angry bird. He pulled back and watched her scowling just as he thought which made him smile wider. He bent to pick up the blanket from the floor when his gaze fell on something.

He picked up both things in his hands and checked the device. He sighed noticing a little scratch at the corner of his phone. He tapped on the screen and found that it was dead which made him frown. His phone had sturdy and durable built up, designed to be tough. It should handle drops and impacts.

Then he remembered, he didn't drop it, he throw it. Did he throw it too hard? He pursed his bottom lips and long pressed the power button when he heard a sneering sound from behind.