Mafia King (Vkook)

30

N/o pov

After coming home full of blood on his hand and took a shower. The next weeks, everything went on like usually. Slapping with his beloved baby. Making love.

But.. Taehyung was feeling.... Not OK. For him everything went bad.

Two days after seeing his boyfriend with bloody hands and letting it slide. His boyfriend didn't act like always.

In the bed he was thinking how this time, feeling neglected, should treat his boyfriend and give him attention back. He craved seeing the bulky man giving him attention after work.

So he run in the kitchen and made some delicious meals. The big table was settled with two plates with warm past, candles and two glasses of wine.

11:00 pm. He should arrive from now. Sitting down he waited. Rearranging again the plates and the red cloth that covered the table, the clock hitted the midnight.

'Maybe I should go in the living room and when he comes we'll eat together like how we did "

Laying there he admired the pairing full of vintage flowers and the boy in the middle sitted by a pond.

Eyes getting hard to stay open. He drifted in his cliché dreams with the future husband that he made already a name. Husband was a beautiful word that left his lips and a ring on his finger wouldn't be bad. Would it?

2:00 am. The front door clicked open revealing a tired man with ravishing clothes. He didn't have another slut to play with. But all the work made him angry.

Seeing the lights on. He throws his suit on a chair in the living room and went for the kitchen craving for some alcohol.

Looking at the dinner already cold on the table and the glasses of wine. One already chugged down. Where was taehyung?

He felt bad. But shrugged as he knew tomorrow he'll have a day off so he'll spend time with his baby.

No, he didn't see that his taehyung wanted attention. And nor he came to his office. He didn't let him come for the big eyes starring at his possession.

Going in the living room, he noticed the fluff ball shivering and sleeping peacefully on the couch.

Feeling worse for leaving him alone and not being there for him. He picked up the little and left for their room.