Till Death Do Us Part ||Taekook||

Chapter #58 The Orchestra

The lights dimmed into complete darkness. I took a deep breath as the first note blared through the auditorium. This was going to be a long night. Dozens of violins screeched into a synchronized melody. The conductor waved his hands in sharp movements, the only vision I could seem to register was that of a wizard. I hated this. I glanced at Taehyung. His posture was straight, his stare attentive and calm. This bastard was actually enjoying this shit show. I rubbed the bridge of my nose with my fingers.

The past few days were especially exhausting. Neither Jimin nor Yoongi bothered answering any of my calls or messages. Taehyung claimed to have fixed the issue, but without a way to confirm directly through the victims of the matter, I simply had no proof. I would have gone to visit them in person, but with nightly shifts at the bar combined with dinners and festivals I unwillingly had to attend, the past few days have been filled to the brim. I'd have to try harder this weekend to mend this tiresome feud. After tonight, my schedule was free from Taehyung's senseless endeavors. 

I took a deep breath and refocused my eyes forward. I must have spent at least an hour bobbing my head in every direction, my eyes fighting wars to stay open. I tried thinking of every possible perceptive of the classical symphony that might blossom some kind of understanding for the genre, but nothing came to me, and I still despised the noise. I couldn't help but slouch as my mind entered a coma of exhaustion. If sleep could free me from this misery, I was considering losing some brownie points with the guests.

Just as my eyes began to flutter closed in a slow weighted battle, a warm hand caressed my knee, slipping up into my inner thigh. My eyes blew open. I darted my eyes to the hand warming my skin, I gulped nervously. I sent a glare to Taehyung. He looked just as immersed in the performance as before. He began to tap my thigh to the rhythm of the music. Each prickle of warmth sent a wave of uncomfortable festering in my stomach. I glanced subtly to all sides, ensuring no one was watching. I swallowed hard before I rested my hand over his.

Before I could pry his hand off, he gripped my skin with a bruising force. I shifted into a straightened posture, my body arching forward from the painful tingles. I clenched my jaw and forced my back flat against the chair. I couldn't be so obvious. I gave in quickly, my hand removing itself from his. He released my skin. He continued to tap and dance his fingers against my thigh with every echoing rumble the instruments produced. I took another deep breath. I locked my fingers in my lap, my arm concealing his hand in case any watchful eyes traveled to my lap.

I tried my best to ignore his feathery touch. I couldn't help but bounce my knee up and down, my nails digging into my knuckles. He slid his hand to my knee where he pressed my foot firmly to the floor. He rubbed my pants with his thumb, tracing the divots of my knee. He slipped his hand to my inner leg where he grabbed a handful of skin, squeezing hard before moving further up. I felt sweat pool at the back of my neck. With every grasp, he grew closer and closer to the most sensitive parts of me.

In one last desperate plea for him to surrender whatever game he was playing, my hands unlocked, one reaching to his lap. I gripped his thigh as hard as I could. He didn't even produce the slightest flinch. His embrace of my thigh still remained rough. He'd loosen for a fleeting moment, slip his hand further up, then reinstate his bruising pressure. The woman next to me tapped my shoulder causing me to flinch. I immediately released Taehyung's thigh and turned my head.

"The cellos are especially exquisite tonight, wouldn't you agree?" She whispered against my earlobe. I released a whispered chuckle. I nodded with a plastic smile.

"They're extraordinary." I forced out. She smiled with a flirty blush to her cheeks. Taehyung's hand never left my thigh. I gripped the armrests of the chair. I felt a warmth under my pant zipper, a sensation that was all too familiar.