Supremacy [Taekook]

Chapter 9

Hiiiii !!! I'm back with another chapter :) I'm posting this  later than usual I'm sorry but I'm on an internship so long story short I just got home. Anyway how have you been since last week ? 

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Taehyung backed away for good. I gradually regained a calm, steady breath. I lifted my head to look at the brunette. He walked to his large television, turned it on and put the remote control on the coffee table. I watched him while stroking my throat, which was still a little sore from my boss's grip.

He'd been rough on me. But I deserved it. He had been severe because I had disrespected him consistently tonight. So I decided to double my efforts to make up to Taehyung. He had a good reason to sell me out. By doing so, he saved our lives. And then he risked his life and the lives of his men to get me back, and all I did in return was a ridiculous fuss. I felt embarrassed and ashamed of my behavior. I really needed to grow up, obviously. But during these nine months, I had never experienced such things. Something was bothering me, something was wrong. And it had been that way for a little while now.

"I'll make something to eat anyway. Sit down and switch channels if you want."

I started as I heard his deep voice. He then passed me by without any glance and walked in the kitchen. Wanting to obey his every order no matter what, I went and sat down on the couch without further ado. I was surprised by the softness of the couch fabric, and it felt great. Hesitantly, I grabbed the remote control and changed the channel. I found some cartoons and decided to watch them, needing a bit of sweetness and calm. I could hear the faint noise that Taehyung was making in the kitchen. I blushed at the thought of my boss cooking for me.

The minutes went by and I started to feel woozy. My eyelids were heavy, my mind was foggy and I let myself slowly crawl into the couch. I let myself lie down on it and once my head touched the soft fabric I breathed a sigh of comfort. I was tired, very tired. I really needed a long sleep.

Gradually, my eyes closed and my breathing slowed down. I felt good, here. Taehyung's scent was floating in the air and just knowing that the brunette was in a nearby room made me happy without really knowing the reason of this weird feeling.

"Don't fall asleep."

I opened my eyes sharply and saw an imposing figure in front of the TV. I straightened up and rubbed my eyes with my fists.

"Oh, I-I... Sorry, sir. I'm a bit tired."

"I know. But dinner's almost ready and you have to feed yourself. Even though we ate at the restaurant, you haven't really eaten your meal."

I nodded and he left again. Indeed, Jiho quickly made me uncomfortable, which is why I stopped eating pretty soon. So I forced myself to sit in front of the flat screen, my thoughts elsewhere. About twenty minutes later, Taehyung came back into the living room and put two bowls on the table. I got up and hesitantly walked to a chair and sat down. My boss disappeared for the nth time and came back with water for me and...alcohol for him. Again. I frowned but said nothing.

"Thank you f-for the food."

No answer. His chair squeaked and he sat down, right in front of me. The beef noodles were calling me and my stomach was urging me to eat right away. So, I grabbed my chopsticks and started to eat quickly. I could feel Taehyung's intense stare on me. He wasn't eating, he was staring at me. Eventually, he grabbed his chopsticks too and started to eat. He was right, I hadn't eaten that much because of Jiho and his constant provocations during the dinner. My boss hadn't eaten that much either, from what I saw. We didn't talk, just enjoying the noisy silence. Yes, noisy from our gazes, our thoughts, our emotions overflowing from our exhausted bodies. Everything about the two of us reflected how far above our tolerance level we had gone.