"Yes," you mumble. Jimin bursts into laughter, while Taehyung keeps his attention on his phone.
"Oh really?" Jimin replies. "I can help you if you want." He winks. If your face wasn't already red, it is now.
"Jimin," you whine, embarrassed. You cover your face with your hands.
"Y/N," Jimin mumbles. "Y/N... Y/N are you crying?" He tries to move your fingers away from your face, but you hold on tight, making sure that he can't see your face painted with embarrassment. "Taehyung! I think your wife is crying!"
You peek, only to see Taehyung staring over at you.
"Y/N, stop being overdramatic. Nobody cares if you're a virgin or not," Taehyung growls.
"Jeez, Taehyung, you're kinda rude," you huff. As Jimin continues to try to take your hands off your face, you loosen up, allowing him to rip your hands off.
"Please, I'm rude?" Taehyung chuckles. "Look in the mirror and you'd see the definition of rude!"
"Yea? Well, you're the definition of dick," you snap back.
"Really? Probably because I have a big one," he winks. You furrow your eyebrows and flip him off. You seem to be doing that a lot lately, ever since you've met Kim Taehyung.
"Ha! I doubt it, you probably have one that's smaller than a peanut!" You reply quickly.
"Lee Y/N, if you ever say anything like that to me again-" Taehyung starts.
"Taehyung, be nice to pretty miss Y/N!" Jimin interrupts him.
"Nothing about her is 'pretty'" the man you married responds.
"Excuse me? Nothing about you is handsome either!" You snap. "In fact, just seeing your face makes me want to gauge my eyes out."
"Two and a half, Y/N, strike two and a half." Taehyung crosses his arms. "You should thank me for being so nice and giving you one last chance."
"Fuck you."
He called you Lee Y/N again. You have to start over.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Onyx," you whisper as you hold onto your cat. It's late, and you can't sleep. Taehyung has been quiet around you, and Jimin is-well, Jimin is Jimin. He's staying over tonight, sleeping in a guest room. "Onyx, why is it, whenever Taehyung and I make progress in our relationship, it all goes downhill?"
Onyx meows in response, probably calling you an idiot.
You hear movement coming from outside your room, so you move closer to your door, to hear what's happening.
It's Taehyung speaking to someone on the phone. You can't tell what they were saying, but his voice is deep and sounds serious.
"Don't let him live," you hear. "... firwefmwof, yes, fhowwenofw the gun. Use hfioewnf gun. Make sure you clean the blood. You can't have anyone knowing you were there."
(A/N: bold=what you can hear/understand)
You gasp. Murder?
"I have to go, I'll call you later," Taehyung says through the door.
The door bursts open, and you fall, as you were leaning on the door.
"Taehyung?" You mumble.
"Strike three, muffin."
A/N:...
strike three...
stay safe, y/n. youre in for a ride
what do you think will happen next?
xoxo
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Muffin|| K.T.H (COMPLETED)
Fanfiction"Maybe us getting married wasn't as horrible as I thought it was, muffin," the beautiful man in front of you states. Within a second, you're pinned against the wall with Taehyung's body pressed against you. Your eyes widen as you feel Taehyung's lip...
