AUTHOR P.O.V.
"Did you divorced her yet?" asked Tzuyu who was settled on Taehyung's lap, while he nibbled his nose in her crook, taking in her smell. Indeed her perfume was sweet yet tempting, but it didn't made him feel the weird, sensations, that he feels while taking in Y/n's sweet body aroma. But still he ignored this feeling and shook his head.
"Not yet darling."
"What?" she exclaimed while getting off his lap.
"What's wrong?"
"Everything is wrong Taehyung, you still haven't divorced her, after a month, now. You had already told me, that you'll divorce her, after a month, but still didn't. You know, I'm just feeling like a bish now, who had just destroyed two couples life. I feel like a homewrecker." she said, as a matter of fact. Tzuyu isn't a bad, girl, but her love for Taehyung made her like this. Taehyung sighed and looked at her.
"You're not the bish, her darling but that trash. She's to be blamed, after all she was the one, who played dirty, forcing me to get married with her."
"B-But--."
"No buts. After three days, I'll be taking C.E.O's position, and on that day I'll divorce her, so don't worry darling." he said, while standing up, and grabbed her from her waist. He pulled her towards himself, and looked into her eyes.
He out of sudden, turned her around, making her back face him. Tzuyu grabbed the desk, for support, while Taehyung pulled her skirt up and removed her p*nty. He then made her bend on the desk, in such a way, that now her upper body was on the desk. Taehyung unzipped himself, and then took out his shaft. He teased on her fold, making her a moaning mess.
"Ahh please Taehyung."
She moaned, making smirk, with that he entered inside her. A groan left his mouth, and soon he started thrusting in her, hole. He was fuvking her mercilessly, while she was enjoying the pain and pleasure. Suddenly Taehyung's phone that was kept on the desk, vibrated and flashed Y/n's name. Taehyung looked at the caller id, and rolled his eyes.
'Why is she calling me, right now?? Huh who cares.' he thought.
With that he cut the call, and kept his phone, on do not disturb mode. He groped on her a** and thrusted deeper.
Meanwhile, Y/n was in pain, while sitting on the floor. Her belly was paining. She tried calling Taehyung again and again, but no response. A lone tear escaped her eyes, when the pain, was now unbearable. It felt like a labour pain, at this point, but it was a false labour, as Y/n could feel it. Her upper belly was paining, not the lower where her baby was growing.
"Ahhh." she cried in pain. She again opened her phone, and this time called Namjoon.
"H-Hello."
"Hello Y/n? What's wrong?"
"Oppa, I-I my stomach, hurts, please ahh help me." immediately the call hung up, indicating that Namjoon had just left the office in hurry. He came back home, in a rush.
He ran to her room and opened the door. He looked around and found her on the floor, while clutching on her belly.
"Y/n." he ran towards her and immediately helped her to stand up. He took her out and made her sit on the back seat on his car. With that he drove off to the hospital. They both came to the hospital, and Namjoon took her inside.
"Doctor! Doctor, please help her." he ran towards the doctor and called for him. Hearing his panic, tone the doctor, immediately rushed off to Y/n.
"Ohh god, how long have it been?" asked the doctor.
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My Ugly Bride (KTH)
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