Fear | K.th [Editing]

Mafia [31°]

"You renovated?" I question, a furrow in my brow as I examine the building in astonishment; the walls looked taller and less intimidating; there was a foyer now that connected stairs to the upstairs. Everything looked bigger and grander, fancier and elegant; Practically a mansion...everything just looked different.

At my question, he glances toward me, looking away before turning back and walking backwards as he holds his arms out. He nods and a rich laugh leaves his mouth as he spins about. "Sure, ya like it?" He asks as a maid carefully takes his bat, chained with barbwire, off his hands and walks away.

I acknowledge his words with a leisured nod and turn back to marveling at the new changes. Yeah, it looks way better than before; it felt like an actual home that I could consider one as. I wonder why he decided to change the interior design, especially when I was gone for so long.

My eyes fall onto Taehyung when he comes up to me, his arms slithering down to my waist and bringing me closer to him as that boxy smile, that i won't admit out loud that I've missed, appears. I stare up into those frigid blue contacts he was wearing. They looked good on him, the change of eye color was a throw off as well.

Something catches my attention.

I tilt my head, analyzing him further. He moves back before I have the chance and smirks, his head falling forward as his gaze cascades onto mine. "It's not polite ta stare, Princess." He shakes his head, waving his index finger in front of him before tsking at me and grabbing my hand. "Come 'ere, lemme show ya our new room."

I let out a noise of acknowledgement, glancing down at his attire before lifting my eyes back up at him. New style, huh?

He turns his head, but I don't miss that sinister grin on his face that he was shielding.

"So, how was the whole experience on becomin' a stripper?"  He asks, coming to a stop near a servant holding a bouquet of flowers to grab them and hand them to me. He glances over his shoulder at me as we walk up the stairs before looking forward again.

I quietly thank him as I look down at the kind gesture before answering him, my thumb fiddling with the petals. "I don't really wanna talk about it." I concede, pursing my lips as I peer up at him.

He shrugs, dropping the topic and changing it to something else. "No matter, right? Yer back 'n datz what matters." I half-heartedly nod, looking around the hallways to maybe see if Yoongi was around; I missed him the most and couldn't wait to see him. I had to go look for him when I wasn't with Taehyung. If he found out I was looking for Yoongi, God knows what he might consider doing in the heat of the moment.

"Ya seem distracted." I snap my head toward Taehyung as he grabs my arm to link our limbs together.

I let out a forced chuckle, "No, um, I'm just tired." I nod a few times to reassure him, a short smile lifting one side of my mouth. He hums, looking in front of him again.

"I missed ya a lot, by the way." He glances at me, letting a small smile rise on his face. I stare at him, slowly looking away as I lower my gaze down to the floor, watching my feet move forward. "It took a lotta will power not ta touch myself throughout these long, lonely nights." I stab my tongue into the side of my cheek at his lewd comment, ignoring it.

He lets out a dark cackle at my lack of response. "I'm just messin' 'round, but I would like to see what ya've learn'd." He raises a suggestive eyebrow, tilting his head toward me.

I just nod, looking at the decor of paintings hanged nicely throughout the hallway to distract myself. He stops in front of a door and pushes it open to reveal a dark room, flipping on the lights and claiming it to be our new bedroom where we'll make love as much as I want--to make up for "making me work at a strip club."