Longing Love || Taehyung || (English)

Chapter 12

y/n pov:

My head is on his chest and my back is burning like fire. Tears are still running down my face. "Stop crying, princess"
I should stop crying?! Should I whip him?!
He gets up from the bed and puts his boxer shorts and pants back on.
"I'll take care of you"
What does he mean by that?
He picks me up and throws me over his shoulder and takes me to the bathroom.
My body feels so weak that I don't even say anything anymore.
He puts me in the tub and opens a cupboard that hangs above the sink.
He takes bandages out of it and some kind of spray, I assume for disinfection. Why does he want to take care of me now? I don't understand anything anymore but I let him do it.
He looks at my back and grins. "My work looks beautiful, do you want to see it?"
Do I really want to know what it looks like?
I'm interested in what it looks like.
I nod slightly and he takes out the cell phone he has in his pocket and takes a photo of my back and holds his cell phone in front of my nose. My eyes widen when I see my bloody back.
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
I swallow hard and push his hand, in which he is holding his cell phone, away from me.
"What? Don't you like it?"
I don't want to answer his question and so try to change the subject.
"Please just take care of me..."
God, that sounds pathetic. "It's okay, Princess, I'll take care of you"
He sprays the disinfectant on my wounds and I flinch slightly because I thought it would burn but it doesn't. Why doesn't it burn?
"Don't worry, it's a miracle cure, it doesn't burn"
I'm relieved that it doesn't burn but I still wonder why he's doing it at all.
"Why are you taking care of me?"
He laughs slightly.
"Oh, Princess, I love causing you pain but I'm not a complete monster, you know?"
Not a complete monster? Just half a monster or what? I just can't see through this man.
He sprays my wounds a few more times and then puts the bandages around my back and secures them with tape.
He uses tape for that? Well, at least he's doing something.
It's kind of sweet how he takes care of me, he really doesn't seem to be just a monster. "Wait here"
He leaves the bathroom and I sit still in the tub and don't move an inch. I wonder where he's going now?
So many thoughts are going through my head. To be honest, I've always wanted to have sex like that. I know that sounds weird but it's true. I always thought the porn I've seen was really hot and I've often imagined someone doing that to me. God, I'm really dirty and weird! Taehyung comes back and is holding clothes in his hand. They're not my clothes and he cut up my sweater and bra too. It's a shame. I liked the sweater and the bra was expensive!
"Put this on"
He hands me a black T-shirt and shorts. I put the clothes on and they're clearly too big for me and they smell of him. God, he smells so good! "You look cute in my clothes, princess"
I nod slightly at him because I don't know what to say. Will he even let me go again? What do I do if he doesn't?
"Come on, I'll make us something to eat"
He offers me his hand and I hesitate for a moment. I slowly offer him my hand and he helps me out of the tub. His hand feels so warm...- Why am I even thinking like that? Shouldn't I actually hate him for what he did to me? Why don't I hate him? My head is pounding and I'm getting a headache. He leads me into the kitchen and sits me on a chair at the kitchen table.
"I'm not the best cook but I can cook pasta well. Do you like pasta?"
I nod at him and honestly feel pretty uncomfortable.
"Can't you talk anymore, princess?"
My stomach tightens. I don't know what to say. Actually, I'd like to go now. I want to go to Amina and tell her everything. She should shout at me and tell me how stupid I am, maybe then I'll be clear-headed again.
"I can talk"
He grins and starts cooking. "What's going through your pretty head, hm?"
A lot of things. Among other things, I would like my cell phone so I can write to Amina. My cell phone is probably back in his bedroom and I don't assume I'm allowed to get it, but I ask him anyway.
"Can I get my cell phone and write to Amina?"
He turns to me and looks at me questioningly.
"Why do you want to write to Amina now? Do you want to write to her that she should come quickly and pick you up, hm?"
Yes! That's exactly what she should do!
"I just want to ask her if she's okay."
He laughs slightly.
"Don't worry about her, she's probably having fun with Jungkook right now and I can assure you he's not like me if that's what you're worried about. He won't do anything to her"
That's right! She's with Jungkook! I've completely forgotten that! I hope Taehyung is telling the truth and Jungkook is really different.
"Can I at least check if she's written to me?"
He sighs and then nods, surprisingly.
"Okay, I'll go get your phone"
He disappears from the kitchen and walks towards his bedroom.
I'm relieved that he lets me check if Amina has written to me. At least something.
He comes back and stands behind me and hands me my phone.
"Of course I'll check too"
Okay, I knew that. I unlock my phone and see a message from Amina.