Hostage Wreck. bts ||Book 3 ✓

2. "When I'm not around."

"What the hell was that?"

I maintain confidence and smile at him, I stand on my tippy toes and kiss his cheek.

"Don't worry about it," I tap his shoulder and walk around him to the kitchen. "Supper's ready, I'll put it on the table while you quickly go change," I enter the kitchen.

I can feel his stare following me but I ignore it. I don't want to deal with his moods right now. By the darkness underneath his eyes, I can tell he probably had a bad day at work.

I place the food on the table, grilled belly pork, chicken soap and pap with some water. I sit with an empty plate.

I hear his heavy footsteps on the ground, he must be really upset. He enters the dining hall sitting by his throned special chair.

I begin serving him, putting each of everything on his plate with chopsticks and a fork on the side.  He mutters what I think is a, "Thanks."

I serve myself deciding to sit closer to him. He's awfully quiet.

"How was work?" I carefully ask already dipping my pap into my thick chicken soap.

He sighs picking up his fork. "Annoying director can't stop touching me and threatening me."

"What?" My forehead pucks.

He shakes his head. "Don't worry about it, you know she can't touch this," he smirks gesturing to himself.

I frown. "I'll kill her."

He laughs. "Not if I do it first," he bops my nose. "Also, there's a project coming up and it's to Kensintown,"

"You're joking," I state.

He forces a laugh. "I wish I was but I'm not. For a week. Plus the group I'm going with," he rolls his eyes. "Don't even get me started. Where's Taedae?"

"His room sleeping,"

"He's been sleeping a lot lately, is there something wrong?" His eyebrows knit down.. I know Taehyung cares for Taedae but seeing it does strike a little tear balloon.

"Yeah, he's okay. I guess my milk knocked him out," I state. Theirs a smug look on Taehyung's face.

"Oh really, can I have a taste?"

"Creep. There's some in the fridge,"

"Why do you always send me to the fridge when I can get the real milky bits right –"

"Sorry," Namjoon looks startled. His crutches clucking on the floor snapping us both to him. "I thought this was the...never mind,"

I quickly turn to Taehyung facing Namjoon again. "It's okay, do you need help?"

"Uh no it's okay, carry on," he stammers trying to back out. I'm quite shocked that he's on his feet, stumbling a bit but he's at least trying to walk.

"Okay, do you at least want some food?" I ask getting ready to stand.

He shakes his head. "I'm really full from this mornings breakfast and lunch, thanks anyway,"

He starts walking out, the sounds clicking on the floor fading away from the corridor. I turn back to my food. The mood is defiantly off now.

"Lunch and breakfast?" He puts his chopsticks down.

"Tae please, it's been 3 days and he hasn't eaten. We can't just starve him to death, he's your brot–"

He groans, "Andrea, how many times do I have to say it–"

"You don't have to say it, I'll say it. He's your brother and just because he's a prisoner in our home doesn't mean we should actually imprison him,"

"What you're doing is too much hospitality. It's not sympathy if I actually care," he mimics my voice from earlier. "Your giving him food, you're lifting up his legs, you're wearing this," I look at my white knee dress with straps. "Your my wife, not he's mistress–"

"Taehyung don't."

"What else do you do when I'm not around? Give him baths? Give him handjobs–"

"Screw you." I stand up with my plate.

"You probably screw him." He drinks his water continuing to eat. I clinch my jaw walking out. I head to the kitchen packing away the leftover's.

I wash my plate trying to clear my head. How can he even think that?

"Hey,"

I jump up a little. I turn around seeing Namjoon in his wheelchair. His head tilts to the side. I clear my throat. "Weren't you sleeping?"

He chuckles a little. "Well, I couldn't fall asleep after what you said, that you cared. Are you okay?" He asks.

Just as he says that, Taehyung enters the kitchen with his plates and the other dishes. He walks past, casually puts the plates down by the sink next to me. He doesn't make eye contact and just leaves.

I start packing the food away then start washing the dishes.

"Andrea," Namjoon calls. I stop by the sink touching the tip of the sink. I feel his hand slowly running over my back. I stiffen before removing his hands. I don't think that is appropriate at all.

"Namjoon, thanks but you should probably sleep."

He nods his head leaving my back. "Sleep well," he starts rolling away. I watch him slowly going away.

I sigh continuing the dishes.

_____________
The next day:

I lift up my head feeling dizzy. There's a hard knock on the door downstairs. I turn on the right side of the bed not seeing Taehyung. He probably left for work. The knocking gets harder and harder. I quickly get off the bed putting on my robe and shoes.

"I'm coming!" I say loud while going down the stairs.

I look through the peep hole seeing a bright happy face. What is he doing here?

I open the door.

"Good morning Andrea!"

"Hi Officer Jung Hoseok," how can someone be so bright and cheerful so early in the morning? "What brings you here?"

"Taehyung called. Told me the situation about Namjoon and that they didn't send an officer to look after his sessions here on house arrest. So I'm here,"

_______________
Chapter 2