........A TAEKOOK FANFICTION.....
He was meant to be his from the beginning.. It was decided from their birth... Weather they want it or not...
But you CAN'T maSK HaTe wiTh DeCeption...
Or IS it LoVe thEy were FighTing this whole TiMe?
Will they b...
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We stood there for minutes, without saying anything. Though he’d made his presence very much known in the last few days, this was the first time in nine months I was seeing him properly.
Now that i notice, he’d lost some weight, his skin became tanned. My husband always looked sophisticated, well dressed but now his appearance doesn't glow, it feels like the faded beauty of our jaded past.
His sharp eyes were fixed on my face as he waited for my reaction. He looked like he was ready to jump anytime if I ran away.
In the dimming light of afternoon, we both witnessed the downfall of our love. I saw the hate in his eyes, he saw the guilt in mine.
As he started to take small steps towards me, I was unable to move. Like my feet were glued to the ground and some very dark ominous force was forcing us to be closer.
Before I could say anything, Taehyung was near me. He grabbed my hand and with a swift pull, I was in his arms. His other hand went to my waist as he pressed our bodies together.
His familiar musky scent was everywhere, engulfing me like fog. It became hard to breathe, my voice was lost, my throat choking with too much unshed tears.
He pulled me up like that, and carried me inside. My hands were automatically grabbing his body, clinging to him so desperately, like my life depends on it.
But my comfort was short lived because as soon as we were inside, Taehyung threw me on the couch. The door automatically locked behind us. And now I was trapped with my enraged, crazy ass husband.
I have to handle the situation. I sat up and cleared my throat.
“Will you talk today?” I dared to ask. “You didn't exactly give me any chance to talk the other day.”
“Well, I prefer that more,” he replied.
Oh that ocean deep voice!
I've missed this.
“You prefer what more?”
“I prefer when you don't talk and just take what I give you, like a little boy like you should.”
“Do not disrespect my intelligence, Taehyung. I understand that you are angry but..” my sentence was cut in the middle as he grabbed my throat the next second.
His bloodshot eyes burned on my face as he choked me with boundless fury.
“You understand? Fucking say that again!” ….. He panted like a maniac as he pushed me down on the couch, all while keeping a firm hand on my throat.. “I should just kill you now.. shouldn't I?”
“Ah! Taeh.. Taehyung.. You are hurting me..” As I tried to free myself from his hold. But just as expected my efforts were in vain as he overpowered me.
