Amore | vkook

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Taehyung's pov

"è così rabbrividire sentire queste parole dalla tua bocca, capo." I gulped the water from the glass, and my eyes raked over the kitchen entrance. A buff man wearing suit emerged out.

[it is so cringe to hear such words from your mouth, boss.]

Now I understand why he called me that. If not for pretending in front of his colleagues, why would he bother to give me nicknames. A humorless chuckle almost made its way out of  mouth, but I concealed it.

 Inhaling deeply, I sighed. 

Why am I getting frustrated?

Our relationship is not in good terms, and it is not his fault alone. A relationship works out only when both of them put effort. And I have no right to get angry.

Am I having mood swings?

"Vai a fare il tuo lavoro, va bene?" Jungkook husked out as he walked towards me.

[Go and do your work, will you?]

Standing in front of me. His hands grazed lightly around my neck as I looked at me questioningly. 

Ignoring my gaze his hands moved to the back of my throat, slightly tilting my head to the right. I do not know when his right hand - from the back of my head, grabbed the counter stool on which I was seated....and rotated it. 

My breath got stuck as I felt a little dizzy inhaling the strong musky scent emitting from his shirt.

His hands again moved back to my throat and this time they slightly ruffled with my locks of the nape. As his hands worked on god knows what, I stared at him. And then I noticed that he is redoing my bandages.

I diverted my eyes to to my lap, as he did my bandages.

"Perché? hai paura che tuo marito cada nel mio fascino?"I heard from behind.

[Why? are you afraid that your husband will fall into my charm?]

I chuckled loudly, which reflected my sarcasm on the outmost.

"molto arrogante?" I replied back in the place of my husband.

[cocky much?]

"conosci l'italiano? Come?" Surprise was evident in his voice as I looked up from my lap, and stilled when my eyes met his. Was he staring at me?

[you know italian? how?]

"Ho studiato qui." My eyes followed my husband's movements as He tossed the used bandages in the dustbin.

[I studied here.]

"Go and do your work, Yugyeom." Jungkook spoke in Korean as my eyebrows furrowed, I stood up from the stool and looked back to that guy.

"yes, boss." He smiled towards me before walking away.

"He knows korean?" I mumbled to myself.

"He is korean." Jungkook replied back.

I looked at him, as he grabbed my pasta bowl and washed it. 

"hey! you don't have to do this. Wait let me help-",

"It's okay, you should rest Taehyung".

I sighed and contemplated on what to do next as he cleaned the kitchen afterwards. I walked out of the kitchen in guilt, because he had to clean after my mess and I do not like when someone else does my chores.

I walked back to our room, and took my book which I am currently reading with me to the balcony. Opening one of the ceiling lights in the balcony, I sat on one of the empty chairs.