fake love (k.th)

XI

Before I proceed, this story is for you KimTae so enjoyed.

The atmosphere was tense with Yoongi and Taehyung having the most intense staring battle of the century. I looked back to back at the boys' face and the atmosphere became tenser enough to make me feel so uncomfortable in the middle. I cleared my throat to catch the boys' attentions and looked over Yoongi, giving him the defeated look.

"Okay."

Taehyung let out a small smile but little did the girl knew, Taehyung was smiling in triumph internally, scoffing at Yoongi. Yoongi left and I closed the door, making my way back to my room. The steps halted when a tall figure stood still in front of me, blocking my way. I tilted my head to the side; the tiredness consuming all over my body, as I dont have any courage to bear with Taehyung's shit now.

"I don't like to see you with that Yoongi."

He spoke leaving me speechless. Why suddenly?

"What? But he's my friend and we worked together."

"Friend? Are you that dumb? Look at the way he look at you!"

Taehyung did not know what possessed him to act like this. He don't know the reason behind but he felt challenged seeing his wife happy with someone's else. He knew he do not like it.

Oh dear, how selfish you are, Kim Taehyung.

"What way? He's nothing but a friend. I know him since college. You don't have any rights to choose who I am friend with, Kim Taehyung."

I spat, realizing this entire moments were nothing but pain in the neck. He never cared before. Where these all came from? I sighed, trying to ignore him by making my way out to the bedroom.

"This is what you do? Sneaking in some guy when I'm not around? I assumed there's more than Yoongi."

Once again, I halted, snapping my head back to him as I was steaming right now. I walked closer to him, standing firmly in front of him. His tall figure once feared me a lot as he could swallowed me just like that was now decreased little by little.

"Watch whatever you are saying, Taehyung. I did not sneak any guys in."

Taehyung chuckled. "Oh really? Does not seem like that. Remember Shin Ji-Yeon. You are my wife and I have reputation to take care. I don't want my reputation to crash down just because the whole world know I have a slut as my wife!"

I slapped him across the face. It was just too much. I could not take it anymore, all the insults which only made me feel so humiliated. Taehyung's eyes was wide and red, showing how infuriated he was.

My slap blew his top as he slammed me against the wall, his hand gripped around my neck enough to cut some of my airways. I whimpered at the pain as my body collided harshly against the hard surface. Gasping for air, I looked into his eyes.

"How dare you lay your filthy hand on my face?"

The tears now cascading down on my face like a waterfall. Surprisingly, no hint of fear popped in me instead the urge to stand up against him boiling up.