Till Death Do Us Part ||Taekook||

Chapter #64 A Barrier of Perplexion

 I felt a firm tap on my thigh.

"Jungkook." Spoke a soft whisper.

"Jungkook. Wake up. We're here." Namjoon whispered. I raised my head, another wave of energy forcing a breathy chortle from my throat. The chauffeur helped me out of the backseat with both hands rested under my elbows.

"Stay here, sir. I'll be back soon to escort you to your residence." He poked his head into the back seat to inform Namjoon. Namjoon gazed at me with an uneasy expression. The familiar scent of home hit my nostrils. I roughly shoved the chauffeur away from me, nearly knocking him off his feet. 

I stumbled up the stairs without any aid, my toes ramming into the stone steps as a sloppy strategy to locate where one step ended and the next one started. I slammed my body into the front doors, swinging them wide open. Maids and butlers flinched from my intrusion. The room became dark and blurry as the entrance was closed behind me, blocking the moonlight.

"Good morning." A smooth voice uttered. I knew immediately who it was.

"Hi~" I slurred. A gentle clink of a glass being placed on a table was heard before the cushions of the couch creaked.

"You look like you've had quite an eventful night." Taehyung scoffed. I stumbled forward. He placed his hands on my hips. I huffed, causing his head to reel backwards.

"You've had quite the array of beverages." Taehyung cringed, my breath strong and pungent.

"Busy entertaining your clients?" Taehyung spoke, his voice deepening with every word.

"Hm?" I giggled. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my knees locking. He staggered backwards from my weight.

"You've certainly become rather friendly with your regulars." He whispered inches from my lips. I grinned wide.

"My regulars?" I giggled. I shook my head.

"M-hm. They're all entitled pricks." I hummed.

"Yeah?" Taehyung uttered, unamused. He licked his finger and smeared it over my neck.

"The lipstick on your neck tells a different story." He whispered with a rasp.

The faded memory of dozens of bodies brushing against mine fluttered through my mind. I grinned.

"I danced."

"You danced?"

"Mhm." I laughed. My hips naturally began to swivel, reminiscing the way I felt in the bar only an hour before.

"Who'd you dance with?" Taehyung inquired, trying his best to remain patient with my intoxicated mumbling.

"Who? Jiminie, Yoongi~" I trailed.

"No-no Yoongi wasn't dancing." I corrected.

"Anyone else?"

"Many."

"Many?"

"Many people. Joonie-"

"Kim Namjoon?" Taehyung clarified. I nodded with a big smile. Taehyung's finger dragged more firmly over my lipstick stained skin, leaving an irritated rash in its place.

"What a pity. I was hoping I misheard you." He muttered, his eyes piercing the smudge of red like it was the makings of a disease.

"Hm?" I uttered, mindlessly. Taehyung's words were jumbled into incomplete translations, making it impossible for me to locate the obvious point behind his remark. He tucked a few strands behind my ear.