fake love (k.th)

VIII

It has been two weeks since that night happened, only for me to know that Yoongi had punched Taehyung square on the face in the next morning.

"No hell! You did what?!" I yelled at Yoongi who was sitting there calmly, sipping on his warm milk.

"And since when you drink milk?!"

"Geez woman, calm your ass down. My apartment is not that soundproof. Stop yelling like crazy, I do not want to have police officers and my neighbors swarming around here. I have allergy to human." Yoongi spat back, rolling his eyes. He finished his milk and walked away, putting on his shoes to go to work.

"Yoongi!!"

"Calm down, Ji-Yeon ah. What Yoongi did, Taehyung deserved it." Yoongi's boyfriend, Hoseok trailed behind his boyfriend, giving his backpack and kissing him goodbye before turning to me who still munching on some Hoseok's special toast.

Damn, Hoseok could do some fine ass toast and it was super yummy.

"I would do the same as Yoongi, I swear. He would've been dead if I'm the one who went to his house last night." He said, smiling widely.

I stunned at his words.

To begin with, Hoseok has such a bubbly personality. Fighting absolutely was not his cup of tea. I mean, look at him. He had such a lovely smile, always so calm and composed, making him look so matured and responsible. His laugh were infectious as he would always succeed in making people surrounded him laugh upon hearing him.

Technically, he was a ray of sunshine.

Hearing that, like murdering someone from a man with such personality while smiling, bruh it so creepy and scary.

"You said you hated him? Forgetting your first love is hard, but what you get from all the waiting and loves for him? What makes you stay?"

I sighed; my hand continued moving on the large piece of tracing paper, keeping me focus on my track back. The first week, I spent my time at Yoongi, using Hoseoks office which he gladly to lend me to do my pending work.

My work that had been abandoned since I was too busy chasing someone who will never ever looked at me back.

It was all pleasant and serene except for some moans from those two lovebirds until Taehyung started to threaten me using my father. He said he would tell everything to my father if I don't come home at that moment.

Now here I am, coming back to this hell house, as I had to be under the same roof with Kim Taehyung. For these past few days, I had done really well in avoiding him. I went out for work earlier than him so I don't have to meet him or just locked myself in the workroom, busying myself with all the projects.

Never thought this would happened but I always felt myself feeling dread whenever Taehyung was close to me. It just felt a chill along my spine whenever Taehyung was nearby me.

That night still haunted me.

Ae-ra still lingered around in the house daily, making out in the kitchen, living room, and bathroom. Just say every single space in this house was their playroom except for my bedroom and my precious workroom.