Till Death Do Us Part ||Taekook||

Chapter #59 A Night to Remember

I remained sprawled across my sheets, my eyes open and blank for more time then I can truthfully admit. I hadn't slept. I wasn't going to. Not much of a shock given my blooper last night. If that's what you can even call it. 

I wish I could say it was the alcohol, but knowing how raw the memory was, I was quick to infer that I was hardly tipsy, let alone drunk. Given the countless months prior, I wasn't exactly unfamiliar with the feeling of regret. This time, however, was the type that made my stomach tighten and twist if I thought about it too long.

I didn't really know how to proceed after what I had done. I wasn't sure if the act put me at a disadvantage, or perhaps it opened an entirely new strand of possibilities to fuel this feud. I do know however, I had the strong urge to remain in this bed until my muscles start to rot, my flesh fussing with the cotton sheets. Taehyung hadn't gone to work today. That was incredibly unusual and was more than reason enough for me to keep my door locked, and my body unmoving.

It was rather easy to tell when he was still in the house. The maids seem to walk with a different rhythm to their step when he's around. They move quicker, more productively, their strides almost create a melody with their repetition. It was like the aura of his presence was seeping under my door, reminding me I'd have to face him one way or another. The biggest obstacle I was currently dealing with? I was hungry. And I mean really fucking hungry.

My original plan for today was to utilize my time off to check in on Jimin and Yoongi, but with a demon in my way of the exit, I didn't feel all that motivated to leave the house. If there was one thing that would lure me out of my safe space, it was food. And the problem? I smelled it. The cooks were making something, something that made my nose hairs tingle and my stomach ache with unyielding desperation. I needed food.

With dreaded steps, I rolled out of bed, my joints popping, locking, and throbbing as I quickly descended to my feet. For the first time today, I looked at the clock. It was already six in the evening. I had quite literally spent the entire day doing nothing but staring at the ceiling with self resentment. 

I really am pathetic. I took the fastest shower ever in my life and threw on wide legged sweatpants and a long sleeve black shirt that hung below my collarbone. I sucked in a long deep breath before I opened my bedroom door. I inched my head out to check if the coast was clear.

I scurried like a frightened rat to the top of the staircase. I held my breath and walked slowly, ensuring I would hear Taehyung's peppy steps if he was near. I glanced into the kitchen where at least a dozen chefs were busy at work. I flinched as fingers brushed against my arm. I whipped my head around, pain shot from neck, traveling down along my spine. Fuck.

"My apologies Mr. Kim! I had no intention of startling you. Dinner should be ready within the next few minutes. You're welcome to take a seat in the dining room." She smiled. I gave myself whiplash just because of a fucking maid. Why the hell was I so jumpy? It's not like that bastard didn't participate in whatever shitshow we performed last night. I bowed with a stiffened smile.

"Thank you." I muttered. I ambled slowly toward the dining room. I slowed to a stop. Even before entering I knew. I knew Taehyung was behind that door. I didn't have any real proof, but the strong feeling of his presence was enough to convince me. I gulped. I contemplated turning around, but part of me wanted to find out how he'd approach our first conversation after last night. Partly because I sure as hell didn't know how and shamefully, I was hoping for a little guidance.

With a tightened chest, I entered the room. To my surprise, instead of ignoring me as he typed away on the computer like usual, he immediately raised his head upon the noise of my footsteps. Christ, even on his day off he still wore a suit, tailored to perfection, his hair styled more casually but suffocatingly perfect nonetheless.