Hostage Wreck. bts ||Book 3 ✓

Prologue.

Taehyung's pov.

"Namjoon no. Don't do this! Please don't!"

"Taehyung I love you-"

"No. Don't say goodbye, you're okay, you're going to be okay. Namjoon put her down please! I'm begging you!" I croak in fear.

Namjoon spares no second when pulling his gun up towards Andrea and-

BANG!

"NO!" My body jolts up in the darkness. Sweat damp on my forehead as my body begins burning up.

I glance at Andrea, meeting her sleeping figure. She moves softly on the bed still asleep. I delicately put my shaky arms around her. Feeling her next in my arms puts me in ease.

She's alright

I close my eyes and kiss her head before going to the joined washroom. The bright light strains my eyes, waking me up fully. I place my shaky palms on the cold sink opening the tap. I wash my face feeling less on edge. My eyes look up to the mirror and I sigh. These dreams are eating me from the inside. I hate dreaming the same thing every night. I close the light of the bathroom walking out my room trying not to make a sound to disturb Andrea.

The hallway is dark except for the only light that comes from the room by the end of the hallway. I walk to the room bare feet as light bubbly classic music plays. I stand by the doorway hearing gurgles coming from my cheerful child Taedae. The corners of my lips turning up as I enter his room.

Hearing my footsteps he turns his head, his pupils dilate and he bounces up and down giving me a loop grin.

"Daaaadaaaa,"

I laugh along with him, weighing him on my arms. "Why are you still awake young man?"

He kisses my cheek then slowly his tongue slides out licking around and then he begins sucking on my face, causing me to chuckle. "I guess someone's hungry,"

"Shall we," I smile brightly carrying him over my head. He gushes with excitement.

"Shaww weeee," hearing his laugh erases the sound of the gun going off in my head.

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I look inside the tiny warm fridge finding some stored breast milk in a jug. I set Taedae down on the counter keeping a watchful eye on him while quickly filling in the milk in the bottle. "Damn... he gets more boob action then I get in bed," I
mumble to myself. "Here's one.." I test the taste in my mouth moaning a bit. Taedae hits me and I suckle it some more.

"This is so unfair," I complain taking the bottle away from his reach.

"Babe just give him his food," I notice Andrea standing by the doorway beaming at the sight. "Or better yet, I'll do it," she giggles and comes closer picking up Taedae, who's busy praising his mother's arrival.

"Enjoy your milk," she takes a glimpse at my needy face before striding away in my black buttoned shirt and some shorts. I admire her hips swaying, suckling on the bottled milk.

"Tease,"

I follow slowly behind her devouring her slow steps up the stairs.

She makes small talk with Taedae and he responds by clapping his hands, hiding his face, laughing like a little squirrel. At least I know he has the fruit of joy in him and right now trailing behind them, I feel another joy taunting up in my pants.

"Honey~" I wine.

Taedae looks back laughing. I pout my lips sulking, Taedae looks at Andrea whispering in her ear. She looks at me and cringes.