Unbinding Tradition

43. His comfort 😌

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The cool night air felt like a sharp contrast to the heated atmosphere of the theatre, where laughter and applause had echoed only hours ago.

Now, as Yoongi drove Taekook back to their hotel, the only sound in the car were the low hum of the engine and the occasional mumbled remark from Jungkook. He had been laughing and joking earlier, but now, a slight slur in his words made it clear that he was feeling the effects of the alcohol.

Tae, sitting next to him, shot him a few sideways glances, her lips pressed tightly together. His antics during the performance—dancing, mimicking the woman's moves—kept replaying in her mind, each of his exaggerated moves made her anger grow.

She couldn't understand what had gotten into him. The man who, just hours before, had been so serious and composed, was now acting like a fool. And worse yet, he hadn't even seemed to care about how it affected her.

As they arrived at the hotel, Yoongi helped Jungkook out of the car, making sure he didn't stumble too much before heading off with a casual "Take care, man."

Jungkook, barely able to keep his balance, leaned heavily on Tae for support. She gritted her teeth, her grip tightening around his arm as she struggled to maintain control of the situation.

He mumbled that the night was "the best," his breath warm against her ear.

Tae- Shut up! (she muttered under her breath, her face flushed with frustration)

When they finally reached their hotel room, Tae quickly opened the door and swung it wide. She was angry, struggling to stay calm.

She pushed Jungkook's arm off her shoulder, and he fell onto the couch with a small stumble. She slammed the door shut, the noise loud in the quiet room.

As Tae stormed toward the bathroom, she could hear Jungkook mumbling something nonsense from the couch. His voice had a teasing, drunken quality to it that only made her more irritable. Inside the bathroom, she quickly changed into her nightwear, still burning with anger over the evening's events.

When Tae stepped out of the bathroom, still angry, her eyes immediately fell on the mess Jungkook had made in the room.

His jacket was thrown on the floor, his shoes were scattered here and there, and one sock was missing, with the other half still on his foot. His shirt was hanging loosely, half unbuttoned, as he lay on the couch, eyes closed and laughing to himself, looking carefree.

Tae's fists clenched at her sides. She walked toward him, her voice cold as she muttered,

Tae- What is wrong with you Sa?

Without waiting for him to respond, she bent down and picked up his jacket, tossing it onto the chair. His shoes were next, neatly placed under the table. She gave him one final glare before turning to pick up the discarded sock.

Tae- You make such a mess. (she said, rolling her eyes as she threw the sock next to the shoes) I can't understand how you can be so careless.

Her gaze fell upon the cigarette packet lying on the table, it's presence like a red flag to a bull.

Tae smirked to herself, a sudden idea forming in her mind. She picked up the packet with deliberate slowness, her eyes never leaving his face. He was still lying there, giggling to himself, completely unaware of her next move.

Tae- This is the best revenge. (she muttered under her breath before walking to the dustbin)

She opened the lid and tossed the packet inside, the sound of it hitting the trash echoing through the quiet room.