Till Death Do Us Part ||Taekook||

Chapter #61 Peace Offering

The lengths I went to in order to avoid Mrs. Uim was almost humorous. It was like playing hide and seek in my own house. With the rooms exceeding one hundred, luckily there were plenty of escape routes. I found a parlor, one I was sure I haven't even been in before. I sprawled out on a long, luxurious, burgundy couch, the walls were plagued with countless authentic renaissance paintings. I rarely venture to the back of the house. The further I walked down the never ending hallways and staircases, the number of maids thinned.

I hadn't heard a single set of footsteps for at least an hour since I found my hiding place. I brought a pair of dumbbells and a tablet for entertainment. Despite the numerous times I alternated between activities, the routine quickly grew boring. Usually on my days off I do everything in my power to do something out of the house. With my face busted with black and blue and a faint scuff on my neck that looks like a failed suicide attempt, I wasn't in a hurry to reveal myself to the public world.

I held my breath at the sudden faint thump of very distant footsteps. The footsteps grew closer and closer, the rhythm was unfamiliar to me. The rumble sounded as if the source was barefoot. There wasn't a single person I knew who walked barefoot. I leaped off the couch and dove behind it. The door screeched on its hinges, the footsteps slowing as a presence joined my own. My breaths were shallow, my knees tucked to my chest. My eyes blew wide when the footsteps only continued to get louder.

"Is that a comfortable position for you?" A deep voice uttered. I glanced over my shoulder, my mood dampening.

"As a matter of fact it is." I muttered. He hummed, retreating around the couch to take a seat on the cushions.

"When you're done meditating on the floor I would greatly appreciate it if you'd join me."

I released an agitated breath through my nostrils. This was fucking humiliating. I huffed as my joints popped when shifting to all fours. I gripped the top of the cushion to help me to my feet. I walked with dreaded steps, refusing to make eye contact with him. I sighed as I sprawled myself out on the opposite end he chose to sit on.

"Mrs. Uim is worried sick about you."

"I'm aware, why the fuck do you think I'm in this room in the first place?"

Taehyung grinned.

"What are you so afraid of?"

"Confrontation."

Taehyung scoffed.

"That's something I never thought I'd hear from your mouth."

"Not confrontation with you, confrontation with someone I actually care about." I spat.

"Ouch." He pouted.

"How did you find me anyway?"

"Mrs. Uim came to me after I arrived home from work. She told me she couldn't find you no matter how many rooms she checked. I assumed you'd venture somewhere back here where the house is quiet. I just got lucky and happened to check the right room."

"Bullshit." I muttered under my breath. He set something on the table. I kept my gaze forward, my arms crossed over my chest.

"Don't tell Mrs. Uim where I am."

"I wasn't planning on it. She's not looking for you anymore."

I turned to face him.

"She's not?"

He shook his head.

"I told her I'd take care of you and sent her to bed."

I glanced at his slender fingers, a piece of soaked gauze was held between his thumb and pointer finger. I quickly sat up.