Love Cliché | DISC 1 | ✔️

Eighty-fifth Cliché | Taehyung

I did not mind it. Really...

Mia's attachment for me was currently at max. She was clingy with me and her sweet smile never left her face, at least when she was in front of me. The truth was quite different. Whenever I was not looking, or Mia thought I was not looking, she had this pained expression on her face. Her lips would be pressed lightly together and her eyes blank and far away as she probably hid all her emotions away.

By now, I knew how Mia was.

Mia's dis-attachment to everything in the world was her survival mechanism. She locked away all her feelings in order to not be affected by anything. In the beginning it had been the interesting about Mia, how she seemed to not care about anything, but that was an act. And act...that came tumbling down once I knocked on the door. Surprisingly she was weaker and more sensitive than anyone around her. The façade she had was not fake, but it was not real either.

I wanted to fix that for Mia. I wanted her to be able to feel all she want and be connected to all the good things in the world, because she deserved all that. I wanted to see the things about her. I knew how she ticked now I wanted her to be free from the shackles that she placed on herself, but the problem was, that was easier said than done.

Because...the thing was, how was I supposed to save Mia, when I could not even save myself?

Then again, I would not be able to save myself from the pit of hell but I had enough abilities and power to save Mia. That was the least I can do.

Mark was planning something. He was not the type to give up and after what Jimin had told me earlier this week, I was sure that he probably had a scheme. Jimin was probably helping Layla in all things...I suspected Layla to do this. It would not be her if she did not do this.

I did not mind, as long as they weren't going against my will. Layla's affections for Mia was real enough and that was all she needed. Layla was not an easy person to impress but Mia had done that. And Jimin...he had this need to play cupid for me since we were young boys, so it was not hard to see that Jimin was constantly hovering over me or helping Layla. Jimin meant his best, even if his ways were somewhat awkward.

Mark...

The male bothered me more than he should and more than I would admit. The way Mia was acting with me right now was partially because of Mark, and that pissed me off. I wanted her to want me. I wanted her to crave me because she did. I did not appreciate Mark, in fact only made me hate him.

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Because seeing Mia even now, looking at her as she sat on the sofa staring blankly at a tv show she was not watching, it hurt the muscle inside my chest. That jerk, Mark, still had a hold on Mia. As the phone rang , every single time, Mia would without a doubt flinch much like how she would flinch when we got too close to doing the deed.

With that...I knew that it was Mark. The phone calls and messages that she was ignoring and avoiding to the point that she would wait for the battery to run out was in fact all from Mark. That fact pained and also greatly, profusely, annoyed me.

"Mia..." I called out to her.

It had been the twentieth time since she flinched in ten minutes. This wasn't heathy for her—being so anxious all the time and I had a simple solution for that.

"Taehyung? Did you call me?" Mia looked at me, the blank expression gone, replaced by a facade.

"Babygirl, give me your phone." I watched as Mia bit her upper lip.

"Why? Taehyung it's nothing, really. Just spam calls..." Mia's eyes trembled. She was scared that I would find out about Mark's calls and texts, but I already knew. I knew that she did not want to anger me. Like Layla had said, she did not want me angry, but it wasn't anger that I felt whenever I saw Mia flinch.

Layla had told me numerous times after that night, reminded me to not get too angry—to not lose control of my feelings. Layla told me that Mia was scared of me losing control again. She did not want me to fight, to get hurt. That was reason enough for me, unless otherwise desperately dire, I will not get into a physical fight with Mark.

"Baby," my voice stern, her eyes met mine and sighed before lifting her body up, "come to me..."

When she was near enough, I grabbed her phone and set it on the table.

"Sit," Mia sat her eyes soft, in my lap, her side against my chest, she had arms wrapped around me. She sighed in immediate contentment. "You've been feeling down too lately. I know it's him." I rubbed her sides and felt her flinch at the mention of him. "I know, and I'm getting you a new phone. I'll request everyone else to be saved except him."

"I..."

"Hush..." I pressed her body closer to me. "Let me take care of this. Let me take care of you."

"But Taehyung..."

"Mia, shush..." I pressed my lips against her chest, pushing the shirt lower to nip at her skin. I sucked at it until a fresh hickey was left. I wanted to leave more. "Let's go."

"Taehyung where are-!" Mia squealed as I lifted her up. We kissed, before she could say anything more. I distracted her, having her only think about me. "Bed...?"

"Bed," I chuckled as i felt her wrap her arms around me. The more I held her, the smaller she felt in my arms. The more I needed to protect her. The more my desires to cage her grew.

Gently, I placed her down on the bed and she waited as I threw my shirt aside. I led her hands, soft and small, to my sweats, where she roamed a bit, palming the hardened length underneath it slowly.

"Look at me," I asked Mia as I pulled her face toward me, so I could see her face, her eyes and nose and the succulent lips. "This time...I want you to look at me the whole time."

She nodded.

And the entire time she played with her toy, licking and sucking, she never looked away from me.

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I'm such a tease...I'll see you soon. And I love you all so much!