KPOP FANFICS (R18)

VRENE || Unloved

Irene's POV.

How many days has it been since Taehyung's presence was in our house?

It was only supposed to be a week-long business trip, or at least that's what he said—because I trust him and his words too much to the point that I will become a martyr when it comes to him. Yet it has already been three weeks and he hasn't even bothered to give me a call, not even a text man lang.  I am supposed to be his wife, but I am slowly growing impatient of how long I'm going to have to keep up with this.

It all started when my dad's company eventually grew bankrupt. His assets weren't doing as well as he'd initially hoped for, and when he slowly began losing his clientele, that's when he started to become desperate. He asked me for help.

But it was the kind of help that I wouldn't normally agree to. Kailangan kong pakasalan ang anak ng chairman ng K group—ang isa sa mga pinakamayamang kumpanya sa South Korea. When I first heard it, I was in shock. In pain, even, that my father was considering such an absurd idea—to use his own daughter to save himself.

I was shy, I've never even liked going near boys, but here I was, forced to get laid with some guy I've never even met. It was the worst fate anyone could ever go through. The worst part was my mom was also in this. It's like they've never even cared about me or what I think in the first place. It's like I'm also a part of their company's assets and nothing more.

And so here I was, doing what I can to be a good housewife, but for some reason, my husband wasn't coming home.

Binaba ko na ang vacuum cleaner at sumalampa sa sofa. Tinuloy ko na ang pagbasa ko sa libro na 'The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo'. Papatapos nanaman ang araw nang hindi umuuwe si Taehyung. Pero kahit gano'n, hindi ko alam kung bakit patuloy pa rin ako sa paglinis ng bahay. Kahit na alam kong hindi siya uuwi, I still cling onto the fact that he might change his mind, that he might finally turn to look at me and consider me as his wife. His actual wife and not a housemaid.

Kadalasan kasi sa mga araw na umuuwi siya, (which is five days a month on average) kumakain lang siya at dumideretso sa kwarto namin para matulog. By the time I'm awake, he'd already gone for work, and I am left alone in bed, pining his warmth. Minsan, gusto ko nalang na pumasok sa utak niya at malaman kung ano ang iniisip niya, but I know I can't do that. You never got things in life that easy. As for me, all I want in life was to know what Taehyung wants.

Nasarado ko ang libro nang may nagdabog sa baba. Sa gulat ay napasilip ako sa railings ng second floor at nanlaki ang mga mata ko nang makita ang taong hindi ko kailanman inaasahan ay uuwi sa bahay namin. Still clad in his business suit, he unfurled his tie and helped himself on the couch, where he laid so motionlessly that I thought he might be as good as dead.

Nagbakasakali akong bumaba para batiin siya, kaso natigil ako. Baka ma-istorbo ko lang siya. He's been working for three weeks straight, so what he needed most right now more than ever was a stress-reliever. I heard massages were effective.

Lumapit na ako sa kanya. Nang makarating na ako sa likod ng couch kung saan siya nakasandal, dahan-dahan kong kinapa ang magkabilang balikat niya saka hinimas-himas ito.

"Hmm..." He moaned, turning his head sideways once and laid still in that position. Bahagya akong natuwa sa reaksyon niya. Maybe he liked what I did. I'm going to do it again. Nang pinagpatuloy ko ang ginagawa ko, nagpalabas siya ng mga tunog na nagsabi sa'kin na tama lang ang ginagawa ko. I can't help but feel a tiny bit accomplished.

Maybe this starts the mark of our relationship. Finally, I had accumulated enough courage to ask him about his day. "Taehyung...k-kamusta trabaho? Nakakapagod ba?"