My Shining Armour (K.T.H)

6. Moving In✔

"Taehyung, remember what I said. Don't bully her." Aunt Sora warned her one and only son.

"Mom, you said that like thousand times already." Aunt Sora ruffled her son's hair and turned to me.

"It's such a shame that I couldn't take care of you longer. I've been wanting a daughter since a long time ago. Thank you so much for giving me a chance to raise a daughter, Nana. You're such a lovely girl. Just give me a call if Taehyung is not treating you right okay?" I chuckled slightly before nodding.

"I will and thank you so much for everything, aunty." I hugged her.

I pulled away and as if on cue, we heard the last call for Taehyung's parents' flight.

We bid our last goodbye and Aunt Sora and her husband strolled away.

Taehyung turned around and went to his car, not even saying a word to me. This guy is really something.

I followed him and got into the car too and as usual, the ride was awkward.

The car came to a stop at the traffic light and that was when I decided to break the silence.

I turned the radio on and heard an unfamiliar melody through the speaker but Taehyung was fast to turn the radio off.

"Why did you turned it off?" I half yelled at him. Well, I don't find any reason to speak nicely to him.

"In case you forgot, it's my car. So I can do anything I want to it. So don't touch anything without my permission." He replied so steadily that I got me angrier.

In order to piss him off, I turned the radio back on.

I realized that I made a wrong move by turning the radio on when he yelled at me.

"YAH! WHICH PART OF DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING THAT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND? CAN'T YOU JUST LISTEN TO ME FOR ONCE?"

I got startled hearing his loud booming voice. My eyes were teary as I looked at him in fear.

His ears red, hands gripping the steering tightly and his sharp eyes piercing mine.

I hated seeing that side of him. I could bare his cocky attitude but not this one. I couldn't handle seeing him this mad.

His face turned into a guilty one as he saw the tears that was threatening to flow out of my eyes.

He was about to open his mouth but it was cut off by a loud honking sound from the cars behind us.

The traffic light was green. He sped the car, heading his apartment.

Throughout the whole ride, my eyes were glued on the road, not wanting to see his face.

Why did it always had to end up like this? Whenever I tried to release the tension between us, it would turned bad and he was the one to be blame.

He was too harsh and I hated it. But sometimes I also hated myself for always breaking down easily in front of him. I hated the fact that I was so fragile.

He parked the car at the underground parking and I got out of his car in an instant.

He got out of his car and opened the trunk where my luggage was kept. He was about to take it but I beat him to it. I knew that he was only doing it out of guilty.

He just looked at me and I gave him a 'what?' look.

He led me to his unit. I followed him from behind, refusing to walk by his side.

As we entered his apartment, I gawked at the sight of it. It was a double storey apartment.

Everything were neat and in place. It looked tidy for a single man's house. The interior design was simple yet it looked classy.