Till Death Do Us Part ||Taekook||

Chapter #63 A Night Out

I woke up tangled with Jimin, our legs folded into each other like a knot. His head was hanging off the couch while mine was shoved into the back cushions. I nearly suffocated, my lack of breath waking me up just before I lost consciousness. I glanced at the time. It was already about 4 p.m. If I didn't get back soon, I'd be late for work. I untwisted myself from him and climbed over his lifeless body onto the carpet. His lips were pursed, a subtle whistle of air filtering through the small gap. 

I caught a glimpse of myself in a halfway mirror, puffy eyes and a swollen cheek from sleeping on broken skin. I glanced behind me to where Jimin still laid, sound asleep and unmoving. I tossed a blanket over him and shuffled toward the door, plucking the glock off of the kitchen counter as I passed. By the time I exited the building, Don was already lingering out front. He smiled the moment our eyes met.

"The mansion, sir?"

I nodded with a grin.

By the time I got home, the house was quiet. The maids were moving slowly, a lull before the scramble to prepare dinner. I dragged my feet to the stairs, a shower calling my name. Before I made it up more than three steps, I heard a gasp behind me.

"That lying picklepuss!" A familiar voice snarled. I squinted, turning to look over my shoulder.

"Picklepuss? What does that-"

"He promised me he'd take care of the wound! And look at you! Swollen like a bruised peach!" She cried in horror.

I suppose it was only a matter of time before I'd have to face her. I reluctantly retreated back down the stairs.

"It's alright Mrs. Uim, it doesn't hurt all that bad." I lied. She gently cupped my cheeks, her expression sent painful stabs into my chest.

"Oh dear, look at you, oh dear, my poor baby." She cooed. I grinned.

"I'm okay, I promise." I whispered gently.

"You're so puffy, it's all yellow and blue. And your eyes, they're so red." She whined.

"Yellow's a good thing. It means it's healing." I reassured.

"How could some random stranger do this to my baby because of some stupid fender bender!? If I could get my hands on them, I'd have their head." She spat. I chuckled. Fender bender? So that's what Taehyung came up with. Some stupid road rage incident? I suppose it's better than the truth.

"I'll be more careful, Uimi." I nudged her arm playfully, attempting to deescalate her heightened emotions.

"I've gotta get to work, but when I come home we can do whatever you want. How does that sound?"

She sighed.

"Alright, alright, fine. But before you head off, come see me in the dining room, I need to dress that nasty wound of yours."

I nodded firmly with a soft gaze. She reluctantly released my arm.

"Don't rub it! Keep soap off of it and-"

"I know, I know, I'll be careful." I smiled. As promised, after getting dressed I reported to the dining room where she thoroughly cleaned and dressed my wound. I wore a high collared button-up to hide the lacerations around my neck, buttoning the shirt to the very top button. I ended up leaving with a black medical eyepatch slung around the right side of my face. Perhaps not the best look to attract customers, but there wasn't much I could do about it. I tried to slip out the front door without the glock, but a ridiculous amount of butlers swarmed me like moths until I agreed to shove it in the back of my waist band.