Gentleman alpha's vicious omega || Taekook

47. Hospital

Taehyung's POV

This week has been extremely busy and boring for me. In my daily life routine of going to hospital and coming home, the only source of entertainment is my husband but, for a week now, he is too busy to look at me. Me. His only mate of a month. His husband, his omega. His cook. His damn lifeline. All the time, he is either busy with his laptop conducting those 'yes, yes' meetings or signing those forsaken files I have no idea about. I almost mixed up my patient's clinical audit with his business one once. Since the workload is more and working time is less, he resorted to bringing the work home. And I must say, I am not finding him working in his study with his glasses settled low on his nose bridge as hot as I thought I would. If anything, the dark circle under his eyes makes him look ugly.

I can't have an ugly alpha for a husband. So, I tried to coerce him out of his cave where he looks no less than a caveman. First, I used food. I cooked his favorite meal, and he did crawl out, but, then I took my eyes off him for a second and he was running back inside his little rabbit hole wearing nothing but his grey trousers. Fucking grey trousers which should've been on our bedroom floor.

I had another plan for him which would've dragged his ass out. I had thought about seducing my husband --as pathetic as it sounds-- and get some time for myself but then I was hit with a stomach pain which ruined my mood, so I had to drop it. As a result, I was on the sofa with a hot water bag on my stomach waiting for him to come out on his own for dinner. 

The grandpa clock I had installed in the living room struck ten resonating a sound you hear in the horror movies and within ten minutes I could hear the shuffling of papers from his study. He was finally coming out. I closed my eyes, pretending to sleep. The doorknob twisted with a click and a strong whiff of my favorite scent hit me indicating his presence. The sound of his sandals flapping against the floor told me he was walking towards me until it stopped at some distance. He was standing by my side covering the light, I could feel his frame casting a shadow on me. I almost gasped for air with how breathless I was feeling because I was trying to make my breathing normal for a sleeping person.

"You can pretend to be asleep like this when I fuck you." Okay, that woke me up. I snapped open my eyes, looking at his towering figure over me, lips twisted into a cocky smirk. His eyes scanned me all over before tilting his head to a side. "I beg your finest pardon, sir? I didn't know you were into somnophilia!" He chuckled at my comical words and leaned down, sneaking one hand under my knees and I immediately wrapped my both hands around his neck. With one hand, he picked me up off the sofa like a doll before himself sitting back on and settling me back on his lap, hands wrapped around my waist, locked behind my back.

Nevermind, fuck the eyebags, his muscles make up for it. His strength and ability to throw me around like I weigh nothing is probably the second most sexy thing about him. The first is obviously his existence. 

"What's the hot water bag for? You alright?" The said object was settled in between us, warm against my stomach. Though maybe the heat radiating off him was stronger than it. "Yeah, just some stomach cramps. Maybe strained a muscle while shifting the table since my husband was too busy to do it." I had asked him to shift the dining table to a little left since it was suddenly looking odd to me the more I looked at it every time I passed by. 

He sighed, placing a languid kiss to my temple before speaking. "Sorry, sugar. I know I am being an asshole to you the past week, I promise it would be over soon and then I will make sure to make up for all the time I have missed." I don't tell him that one can never make up for the time they miss, because it would be too sentimental and serious, it might even throw him off the cliff of guilt when he is feeling bad enough. 

Instead, I trace my fingers up his throat, his pulse beating under my touch as I spread my palm over the side of his neck below his ear and caress his cheeks with my thumb pad. "It's alright, I am alright because I am proud of you for standing up and fighting for what's yours." I smile as I press over his lower lips, before trailing my finger down to his mole on his chin that I adore. "Moreover, we both know if I was not fine with your actions I would have burned your black coat, the one with silver cufflinks. Maybe even your leather loafers." He worships them.