Till Death Do Us Part ||Taekook||

Chapter #71 Fond of the Fields

I opened my eyes to a dimly lit room. All of the curtains were shut, the house silent. A brassy pistol rested carelessly on the coffee table. I forced myself to sit up straight. My neck ached, twisting into a tight knot. My shoulders were just as tense. A cold rag was slung around my shoulders. I peeled off the damp towel, a nauseating ripple of painful prickles rose the hairs on the back of my neck. I rubbed my eyes, a throbbing twinge forced a soft groan from my lips.

My arms were red, thin layers of skin peeling and flaking. I could only imagine how terrifying I must look burnt to a crisp, my eyes swollen shut. I stood up with faltering legs. I limped forward, waddling like an idiot to disperse my body weight on my massacred feet. They were bandaged, a sign that perhaps my injuries were more serious than a few measly blisters.

The kitchen was quiet. Feeling queasy from severe hunger and dehydration, I made my way to the refrigerator. Half a dozen water bottles were stashed next to a large covered bowl of rice and chicken. I wrapped my arms around the bowl and as many bottles of water as I could. I sat at the counter and devoured nearly the entire full-sized container of cold rice and chicken. I chugged through three water bottles until I couldn't swallow without vomiting.

My entire body screamed with countless sensations of misery. With my sensitive burns and my fatigued muscles, there wasn't a single position where I felt comfortable. To say I was sunkissed would certainly be an understatement. If this fucked up situation didn't give me the best goddamn tan known to man, I most certainly will lose all sense of humanity.

I flinched as the door swung open. Taehyung waltzed inside, wearing thick jeans and a black tank top. My eyes lingered on his shoulders.

"You're up early." He uttered. I glanced at the clock and darted my eyes back to his.

"It's four in the afternoon." I scoffed. He wore brown leather work gloves, a detail that stimulated my imagination.

"I thought you might sleep until tomorrow morning."

He glanced at the empty bowl of rice.

"If you waited, I could have served it to you warm." He spoke, tenderly. He rested his hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah, well I was a little hungry after walking for six hours straight." I spat. He cleared my empty water bottles and my dirty dishes. I noticed a plastic bag in his hand.

"You went to the store?" I yipped, excited. So there was civilization nearby after all? I glanced outside to the driveway, disappointed when no car was in sight. He placed the bag on the counter, taking out a series of medical supplies as well as a rather large bottle of aloe vera.

"Don't get your hopes up. I've been gone for most of the duration of your slumber. It was not an efficient commute."

I sat back, defeated. I was truly trapped here after all. I looked toward the front door, longingly.

"Hey," Taehyung spoke, his voice deep. I spun around to face him.

"Don't get any funny ideas."

I rolled my eyes.

"Calm down. I'm not dumb enough to try the same shit twice."

He hummed. He cupped my jaw forcing my face to turn in his direction. I gripped his wrist and pulled away. He kept a firm grip on my jaw. His eyes narrowed. His thumb brushed against my cheek.

"The sun certainly did a number on you."

I pried his hands off me.

"Why couldn't you just take me to one of those military shooting ranges. I'm sure you have plenty of money to spare to rent it out for a while."