47

Taehyung

"Are you serious?"

Jimin growled as he walked into his room, slamming the door. My head snapped up and I placed my book down, giving him a questioning look.

"Huh?"

"Four fvcking days. No, scratch that - five days, Jungkook! How long is this going to last?"

He glared at me, I knew exactly what he was talking about. He voiced out his frustration, I looked down guiltily.

"I don't know what to do with you, it can't go on like this anymore," he cried, his unconcealed impatience evident in his tone and expression.

Sighing, I nodded my head. "I know—"

But he interrupted me, not giving me a chance to talk. "Taehyung is practically going insane. Have you seen him? He isn't eating and barely even sleeping. He looks horrible! And let's not forget the anger! Oh, God! I'm quaking with just the thought of it. He's gone from snapping at everyone to threatening to shoot people left and right! I'm going to admit this only once, even 'I' am scared of him right now."

He paused and sucked in a quick breath before continuing with his rant, "I have never seen him like this. He's like this dragon breathing fire, everyone is scared of going close to him. Every single member of this household is keeping their distance from him, even Seokjin and Yoongi. And Mom, too! We are so done with this shit and want it fixed right now! And only you can fix this," Jimin snapped, stabbing a finger at me.

In the last two days, the only time I saw him was at night when I would play the piano - that was it. After playing, I would get up and walk away. It was torturous and left a deep ache inside of me, even worse, I knew it was hurting Taehyung too.

Jimin was right, I had kept this on for too long. I had already forgiven him and the problem was that I just didn't know how to say it or rather I didn't dare to say it. Either way, now everything rested on my shoulders and I had to ask for his forgiveness too.

Before I could open my mouth to say something, Jimin kept going trying to look very intimidating.

With the way he glares centering on me, he didn't have to try too hard.

He was frightening when he was angry, "You're hurting yourself too, Jungkook. This is hurting both of you. You aren't eating properly either, and don't lie to me. I can see your lack of sleep with those bags under your eyes. Those dark circles don't look pretty on you. Can you please, for everyone's sake, let him off the hook and just let the poor man explain!"

Yup, Jimin was scary.

I nodded.

Jimin scoffed, but then his expression softened. "I know he hurt you." Shaking his head, he mumbled something under his breath before speaking loudly. "And that's why you need to let him explain so you both can figure this out together. You need each other. I also know that you have forgiven him already but are too scared to say it. Just let him fucking explain!"

"Whose side are you on, anyway?" I fired back.

Jimin paused, his mouth opened, but then he closed it again. He huffed and twisted his lips in a

pout.

"Taekook's side."

Taekook?

What?

Jimin stared at me expectantly, wiggling his manicured eyebrows teasingly.

Jungkook and Taehyung. Taekook. His ship name for us.

I let out a laugh when realization dawned on me.

Jimin's wasn't giving up.

"Don't laugh. This ship is not sinking, you hear me? It has sailed and will keep sailing! It's not sinking under my watch." He narrowed his eyes at me, his tone had taken a teasing lilt now.

"I messed up, didn't I?" I asked, thinking of Taehyung.

"Not really. You just need to talk to him and fix this misunderstanding," he replied, coming to sit beside me. "I understand why you reacted the way you did. I would have done the same thing. 'But' now's the time to fix the hurt both of you caused each other."

"I know. I'll talk to him tonight," I replied.

It was time to mend this broken relationship. I had to let Taehyung know that I had forgiven him, and I had to ask for his forgiveness in return.

Jimin breathed a sigh of relief beside me. "Oh, thank God! Make sure Taehyung is back to his normal self, please! He scares the shit out of us at the moment. Although, I'm glad he is taking it out on everyone else but you."

I didn't think I would be able to bear it if his anger was directed at me.

Jimin shrugged and then encouraged me in a sweet voice, "Go get your man. He needs you. Just don't give up on him."

He was right, Taehyung was always fighting for everyone, even for me.

He fought to keep me.

He fought to get rid of my darkness and never gave up on me.

Now it was my turn to fight for him.

Jimin got off the bed and smiled. "In the meantime, I'm going to get my man." He sent me a wink and then walked out of the room.

As soon as the door closed behind him, I quickly went to the bathroom, after washing my face, I combed my hair its length is now down to my jaw, and I decided to leave it down, It's beautifully fluffy, just the way Taehyung loved it. I walked out of the bathroom but stopped dead in my tracks when I saw Taehyung standing in the middle of the room. He was turned sideways, facing the wall.

He looked even worse than last night. His rough stubble was obvious he hadn't shaved for days.

His suit was wrinkled as if he'd slept in them. The side of his lips was cast down in a frown, even though he appeared completely worn, Taehyung was still the most handsome man to me.

My thoughts were interrupted when he turned to face me. My eyes widened when I saw the change in his expression. Taehyung crossed his arms over his chest; his legs were shoulder-width apart as he glowered at me.

He was glaring at me so fiercely I almost took a step back.

"Taehyung-" I started, but he cut me off.

"I'm not doing this anymore."

Oh no.

Please no.

Did I break us beyond repair?

Taehyung started toward me, his steps slow. No, he prowled toward me, looking dangerously like a predator hunting his prey.

I lifted a hand to explain, my mouth snapped shut when a deep, angry growl vibrated from his chest.

Jimin was wrong about one thing.

This time, Taehyung was taking out his anger on me.

"I told you I won't wait for long. I am not a patient man, Jungkook," Taehyung said in a low, deadly voice.

"Taehyung, please-" I muttered shakily.

As he walked forward, I retreated backwards, then bumped into the wall.

The wall always got in my way.

Every single time.

Taehyung tilted his chin up as he regarded me with angry icy eyes.

My chest squeezed painfully tight and I swallowed nervously under his penetrating, intense gaze.

"I was just about to come up and talk to you,"

I tried to explain, hoping this would calm him just a little bit but it didn't.

"Oh really?"

I nodded mutely, begging him with my eyes.

Taehyung stopped inches from my body as he cornered me against the wall.

"Yes. Really," I mumbled.

"I thought you said you weren't going to take too long," he hissed in my ears.

My heart thumped faster at his words and I placed a trembling hand over his chest, trying to push him away from me.

Bad move.

It only pissed him off more.

His finger wrapped around my wrist and squeezed in a warning. "Don't test me, Jungkook," he growled low.

"You hurt me and I needed time," I suddenly snapped.

Another bad move.

This time he was furious.

Taehyung cocked his head to the side and stared at me, his eyes sizing me up.

He stepped forward until his body was plastered against mine. His hands wrapped around my waist, his fingers digging into my hips. "This was so much easier when you were scared of me," he snapped back.

My eyes widened, I gasped. Struggling against his hold, I saw his piercing eyes crackling with fierce intensity.

Taehyung pulled me away from the wall and I saw the corner of his lips lift in a small smirk. That should have been warning enough.

"We are doing this my way now, kitten," he said gruffly, his voice deep and low.

But I didn't have time to think, I found myself over his shoulders, dangling upside down.

"Taehyung, let go of me," I demanded, struggling against his hold.

Taehyung didn't listen. He stalked out of the room and walked down the hall that led to the staircase.

"Taehyung! Stop it!" I snapped. "Let me down."

When I felt a slap over my butt, my eyes widened, my mouth snapped shut.

Did he just spank me?

From my position on Taehyung's shoulder, I saw Seokjin, Yoongi, Jimin, and Hae-sook standing in the living room, staring at us with big smiles on their faces.

Well, Yoongi wasn't smiling big, his lips were just turned up in a tiny barely-there smile. Seokjin was smirking while Jimin and Hae-sook both had big smiles on their faces. Jimin looked extremely proud of himself, and he wiggled his eyebrows at me.

I couldn't believe they were seeing this. I pinched Taehyung's butt in return, which earned me another slap on the ass. The spot he slapped burned a little, although it didn't hurt.

I twitched and struggled against his hold.

That earned me another spank.

And another.

Four.

Two on each butt cheek.

They came down hard and fast and rendered me speechless.

"Wiggling that pretty ass of yours in my face isn't helping your case, kitten. I suggest you stop moving. Or not. You can keep struggling. It's making me hard at this moment."

Feeling completely mortified and shocked that he would say that in front of everyone, I closed my eyes with my hands and stopped moving, lying limply on Taehyung's shoulders.

I was dangling upside down a lot longer than I wanted, my head started feeling heavy while he walked up the stairs. He made his way to our room and walked inside, kicking the door closed behind him and stalking to our bed. Taehyung threw me on it, and I bounced on the mattress.

Opening my eyes, I gaped in shock when Taehyung climbed on top of me. With his knees on either side of my hips, he held me immobile.

My heart stuttered to a stop for a second before thumping faster again.

"Taehyung... listen-"

"Shut up."

He took my lips possessively and kissed me breathlessly, successfully shutting me up as he pulled away, I tried to move my hands and realized they were trapped. While kissing me, Taehyung had brought my arms up above my head, and now he was holding me captive.

I was completely immobile and at Taehyung's mercy under his body.

His lips were only inches apart from mine when he spoke the next time.

"This time I'll be doing the talking and you will listen. Not a word, kitten. Not until I'm done talking."