The Disguised Psychopath {Fake Nerd 2}

{Chapter 47} The Disguised Psychopath

Hoseok took a loud slurp of his drink before spitting it all out onto the couch's pillow due to him not being able to hold back his laughter. "HAHAHA! SHE GOT HIT BY A BUS!" Taehyung rolled his eyes at his friend while Yeontan who was sleeping on his thigh covered his small ears with his paws and let out whimpering sound. Turns out Hoseok managed to overstay his welcome and convinced Taehyung into watching the cheesiest fake reality show ever.

You were sitting a little further away from them on a sofa, trying your best to attract Taehyung's gaze as he had been giving you a silent treatment since he returned. You had tried everything you could to make him look at you by going to the bathroom way more than a normal person would, sighed loudly an uncalculable amount of times and kept moving around.

I only have one way left.

You thought as you slowly started to spread your legs apart. Despite the lights being off, your white lingerie set could still be visible due to Tv's blinding light. You chewed onto your lower lip while spreading your legs further apart. Your eyes were fixed onto Taehyung and the voice in your head kept murmuring the words

Look at me

One of your dress's shoulder strap slid down your arm, revealing a little bit of your cleavage but you didn't bother pulling it back up. Instead you spread open your legs completely, giving a full view of your sheer undies.
You stared at Taehyung who was focused on the show, your eyes wandered all over him.
How small Yeontan looks compared to his giant hand that was caressing him softly. His fingers looked awfully attractive which annoyed you a little.

How can a murderer's hand be soo pretty?

You rolled back your eyes before going back to checking him out. Despite being a murderer, you couldn't lie about the fact that Taehyung was a charming person...both personality wise and appearance wise. This made you understand a little better why the old Y/N probably fell for him. While you were lost in admiring your kidnapper, you felt a pair of eyes on you.

Your turned to Hoseok who was staring back at you with bulging eyes. In less than a millisecond you closed your legs and pulled up your strap. Hoseok blinked a few times before pointing at himself and mouthing the word "Me? Me?" You vigorously shook your head side to side while pointing finger at Taehyung. Hoseok sighed in relief and gave you a thumb up.

As the show started rolling the end credits, Taehyung got up and turned on the lights. "I'll call someone to pick you up." He said to Hoseok before leaving the room.
Hoseok immidiately turned to you.
"So, who is at fault?" He asked scooting closer. "Him" You replied, looking down at the floor while fidgeting your fingers. "Ummm I see...you're horny and he is giving you a silent treatment." Hoseok stroked his chin in a dramatic way.

"Apologize, you see Taehyung might act tough most of the time but in reality..." The brown haired man paused his sentence and scooted even closer to you before whispering "he is a rather soft guy but don't tell him I said that." You forced out a heavy sigh. "Yes but he won't even speak to me." Hoseok placed his hand on your shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll help you out."

"Thank you." You smiled at him.
Hoseok laughed, throwing his head back, revealing a long scar on the side of his neck. "Anything for you, Taehyung's wife." You cringed at the last word but could not take your eyes off the scar on his neck.
He was quick to notice that you were being distracted. "Oh I got this scar from some dog looking motherfucker in Daegu when I was trying to deliver the goods. That dick would have killed me if  Taehyung wasn't with me that day. He saved my life." Your mouth let out a small 'oh' when hearing his story.

Taehyung saved him?
The goods?

Hesitantly, your lips parted as you asked him "What are the goods?" You were expecting him to say something like drugs but the answer was much more different than that. "Organs, of course." He casually replied, getting up from the couch. "What?" You asked, jumping off the sofa and following him as he walked away from the living room.