Only On Paper [ K.TH FF]

Chapter Eleven

They have locked themselves in their room for hours and I am working like their housemaid. I feel pathetic. I cannot even confront him about it since the meaning of this marriage is beyond my comprehension.

There was also this small, small thing called dignity and respect for this marriage which he totally stomped over after bringing his girlfriend here. I feel sick listening to their horrible sounds of screwing each other. I feel like storming inside and slapping both of them. But I can't do that. What right do I have ? As a wife? Nothing.

I cleaned the house, did the laundry and prepared dinner. But there was just one room left to clean, which I would never enter. Even if they pay me for it, I won't. It's against my dignity. By the time I was finished with my chores, the day was bored down with darkness after dusk and the cloud cover which had persisted throughout the entire day made it look more gloomy.

The shadow of the darkness surrounding the shrubs of the garden outside made me want to retreat back to the comfort of my bed and fluffy warm blankets.

My escape to my room was hindered by Sooyoung poking her head out the door in the hallway. She was now dressed in one of Taehyung's tee shirts.

'Doesn't she own any clothes of her own?'

She flashed me a slick smile as my gaze landed on her face, satisfaction clear in her eyes by showing off her attire to me. I don't like her. (A/n: But I love her😍😘)

"Tae babe wants you to clean our room.", she almost tittered.

'Tae babe?' ' Our room?'

I said I wouldn't be doing this but here I am, in the room with a mop in my hand. I cannot even trust my own words anymore! And people ask me why I have trust issues...
While cleaning, I tried so hard not to react to their smooching sounds. It was appalling.

That was, thankfully, the only day Sooyoung came over. I was saved from the everyday discomfort of watching them.

                              ♤

Trudging along the grey pavement, I anticipated Taehyung's motive in asking me to bring him lunch at his office. It was even more unsettling that he said so over a vague text. What if someone is playing a prank on me?
It took me hours to prepare a meal which would suit his taste. Taehyung is just like a minefield, I don't know when he would set off and lash out at me.

I tried to keep it subtle with my appearance as I opted for a baby blue denim dress and an off-white cashmere cardigan. It was simple. I didn't want Taehyung to turn it into a travesty.

It was a beautiful sunny and breezy day. And quite frankly, it wouldbe safe to say that I have started enjoying the bus rides across the city. It's fun and calming. It's interesting how you could take a glympse into everyone's everyday life through the transparent glass window of the bus. Ofcourse, a glympse isn't enough but it does let you know that life is interesting and uniquely special for each and everyone.

"How may I help you?", the receptionist chirped.
"I'm here to see Kim Taehyung-sshi.", I replied, tremulous in trepidation.
"And how may I address you?", she asked, eyeing my entire appearance with her gaze lingering a little longer on the ring on my finger, as she dialled his office.

'You dare come to my office showing off your wife status'

"Umm... Please let him know that Eunhye is here to deliver lunch."

"Sure", she replied.

Pretending to be unflappable, I finally knocked on his door. On getting no reply, I entered inside slowly, to see Taehyung's dishevelled office look. His coat was draped at the back of his chair, his hair tousled and the top two buttons of his shirt unbuttoned, as his attention was fixed on a file he was reading. But he still looked heavenly.