In Her Memories || KTH♤✔️

2. Home sweet home,

Taehyung also claims in the backseat and nudges closer to me, "You look upset babe? What happened? We are moving out as how we planned, aren't you happy about it?" He smiles, throwing his arm over my figure and pulls me closer.

His familiar smell fills my nostrils, calming my nerves as how it always do. Still, Taehyung loved Anne and married me. It hurts that I want to cry now, I feel pathetic for being fooled by these bastards. "Come on, can't you reward your boyfriend, hmm?" He smirks leaning down to my lips.

Can't you reward your husband? I've heard it n-times but I wasn't the only one heard it, it seems. It's always Anne not only Y/N. I push him forcefully and moves a bit away from him, "I am tired." I mumble in low voice and I close my eyes. Fuck, I want to be alone. Away from him.

Soon the car stopped, we've been traveling like two or three hours. I sigh as I open my eyes, anxiousness fills me immediately. "Why?" I mutter under my breath and the next second the door on my side opens and Taehyung extends his arm with a gentle smile, "We're here, baby." He calls out, I quietly take his hand and slip out of the car.

T-This place is....

"Home sweet home, princess." Taehyung cheers and I tilt my head to the opposite direction where my old apartment is. So he stayed closer with me all these time and I didn't notice till that day? I gasp when he suddenly scoops me in his arms, "Where are you looking, hmm? You are so tired, come on let's get you sleep first." He sweetly talks as he walks inside the house and I could see Jimin already left us.

I glance around the house, it was quite bigger than my old apartment where I lived before our marriage. I've heard that a couple lived in this house but never get to see them, so it's Taehyung and Anne in the end? Taehyung tucked me in the bed as he leaned down to peck my lips but I turned away so he kissed my cheeks instead, "Good night, baby." He says with a chuckle before leaving me quietly.

Number of questions ran across my mind as I sit up, my cheeks were red because of him, for just a peck? Seriously Y/N? I sigh. "Alright, now, now, coming to the point. Kim Taehyung was Anne Mathway's boyfriend, Anne Mathway did run away with her lover who happens to Taehyung because of the extreme torture from her abuser father."

"And, Kim Taehyung and Anne Mathway just lived across my sweet home for a year before my marriage." Yup, the couple shifted after a year, so? "After six months, Taehyung will get married to me." I say as I lay down, feeling exhausted both physically and mentally. "Then the next year, Taehyung killed Anne Mathway in her own bedroom? Why?" I sigh, this is not getting any better, I've no fucking clues.

But something in me keeps telling that Taehyung didn't kill Anne Mathway and also he doesn't love her.
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The following day when I woke, I came across a very busy Taehyung. He is wearing a plain navy blue shirt and a black ripped jeans. So good-Oh wait? "Taehyung...?" I call as I step closer, Taehyung got starl and he stops combing his blue hair. "H-Hey, baby? You're up?" He asks, he suddenly seems nervous. Why?

I smile before stepping closer to him and hugging him, I shouldn't let him leave, no, he can't meet me again and make me fall this time. Yes, that was the outfit he wore when we first time met. So he purposely shifted here, to meet me, to make me fall? Is that one of his plan? "I am hungry." I utter, looking up at him and his hands awkwardly hug me back as he pecks my forehead.

"I've made you breakfast. Also, I've an important business now, so baby please. You just take rest, I'll come back sooner, okay?" His tone is still nervous and he's trying to make up it with his laugh, I can sense it. I wonder meeting me was intentional or not? Because the way he reacts says something now.

"No you're not going." I glare at him while folding my arms over my chest and there he slowly pushes me away from his chest, eyes filling with fear, "Baby, not now please." I smirk, "Promise me, you'll make it up for me." I speak and he nods enthusiastically, "Sure, I'll buy you your favorite Gucci bag this time." He says with a loving smile, which I sense is forced.

So it's his way of convincing Anne Mathway? Buying something costly and stuffs, unlike the usual kisses and dates he peppers me always? The thought makes me calm and I feel relieved but I can't judge anything now. "Alright, I want my lipstick too." I say, testing him a little.

"Yeah yeah sure." He sighs, still smiling softly. "Then I'm gonna sleep again." I say as I turn, "Oh? You still don't want my kiss?" He asks and I freeze, kiss, he says?

"Y-Yeah-" Before I can say anything in my protest, Taehyung lips found mine. I gasp before allowing myself to kiss him back, I miss it. I miss his lips and him for those two days, when they've taken him away from me. Taehyung cups my jaw tilting them so he can get more access for my lips, Not you Y/N, it's Anne Mathway.

I immediately push him back and he stumbles before gasping, "Ouch, what was that for?" He asks with a pout and I glare at him, clenching my jaw, "Get out." I speak before walking away but I hear him chuckle, "Your kiss feels different baby, I like this way more." He cheers and I close the bedroom shut as tears fell down over my red cheeks, hurt, embarrassment, shame, shyness fills me right away. Yet again, H-He likes my way of kissing?