Till Death Do Us Part ||Taekook||

Chapter #69 Welcome to the West

He walked into the house, taking it upon himself to shut the door behind him, leaving me standing alone in the driveway like an idiot. Another cold breeze persuaded me to shuffle with slow dreaded steps toward the white cabin. What kind of billionaire buys a piece of shit like this? I walked up the steps, every single one creaked under my weight. 

The door screamed on its hinges. The house smelled musty, a light cloud of dust wisped off the furniture from the outside breeze. I scrunched my nose to supress a sneeze. The door opened up into a small living room. The furniture was extremely dated, and not the kind of dated of the 1920's mansion. It was the kind of dated you'd see in the house of a 90 year old grandma. A small couch with a hideous floral covering was certainly an eye catcher. Every wall was plastered with wallpaper that was just as bad if not worse with its stripped patterns.

The chaos of it all made me nauseous.

The kitchen was to my right, the cabinets light green with wooden countertops. A narrow staircase was tucked away into the far right corner behind a small dining area. I heard shuffling above me. I dragged myself up the stairs. Upstairs had a small hallway with only two doors. I caught a glimpse of Taehyung in one room so naturally I headed for the other room. I opened the door to a small bathroom.

Confused, I shuffled into the bedroom. Taehyung was placing his clothes into the closet and the dresser drawers.

"I left half of the space open for your clothes." He muttered, his back facing me.

"Are you implying we're staying in the same bedroom?" I scoffed. He looked over his shoulder with a shrug.

"There's only one bedroom. I've never had to share this cabin with anyone else. I usually come alone."

"Is that my fucking problem? I don't even want to be here!"

I huffed and stomped towards the stairs.

"I'm leaving." I spat. Taehyung rushed after me, his pointed shoes clicked against the floorboards. I reached the bottom of the steps before he gripped my arm.

"Where are you going?"

"Home! This is bullshit." I groaned. I rushed out the door and down the front steps.

"You don't even have the keys." He ran after me. I halted, realizing he did in fact have a point. I dropped my duffle bag and stomped up to him, our face inches apart.

"Where are they? Give them to me." I barked. He stood unmoving, unphased by my fury. I gripped his collar.

"I'm not fucking around! Where are they, Taehyung?!"

He sighed.

"Fine. How about this? One night. I'll drive you home tomorrow morning. It's already late, we'll be driving all night if we leave now. Just stay here for tonight, that's all I ask."

I huffed and roughly shoved him out of my way.

"Fine. I'll take the couch." I muttered. Taehyung sighed and plucked my duffle bag off the driveway, smacking it with his hand to get rid of the dust. I sprawled myself out on the couch. I looked to the ceiling with a frown.

"I can make you something before bed if you're hungry."

I said nothing, my arms crossed.

"Very well, goodnight, Jungkook." He whispered. The entire night was hell. I could hear every creak of the entire house, every minor gust of wind. I could even hear every single movement Taehyung made in the bed upstairs. Not to mention the entire house was super creepy.