Warning:—Mention of blood, self-harm, angst, strong language.

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Seokjin woke up feeling stiff from the cold floor he slept on whole night. He massaged his eyes that were stinging, swollen, his eyelashes drenched. He sniffed the tears up that were still left and hissed at the pain in his body, whining inaudibly as the window fluttered startling him.

He couldn't walk properly as energy drained down through all emotional episode last night, so he crawled on the fours, taking support through the wooden furnitures and door to walk into the bathroom, shuddering at the chilled weather hitting his delicate skin.

As he was on his woobly legs, he turned his head to look back to stare around the room, to his messy bed. He remembered sleeping on the bed, but then woke up on the floor? Did he fall? If, then how come so far from the bed did he woke up? His ankles were troubling him so rolling up the cotton pants, he saw bruise around the ankles. He shivered seeing the blue purple on his skin and shut the door.

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Standing before the wardrobe and staring at his beautiful attires bought by Taehyung made him want to wash all of them or not adorn himself with those anymore—never he felt such way wearing this beautifuls before. Taking one of the lovely pearly white blouse and loose dark brown slacks to mercy his bruises, he wore them after taking the calm bath.

He gingerly dolled himself up, adding more color to his faded lips, making sure to drink more water and don't skip his meals. Taking his soft mullet into delicate fingers, brushing them prettily, feeling satisfied through the curtain bangs styled around his eyes, making sure to leave a piece of hair falling before eyes for Taehyung would lean down lovingly to curl it in his slender fingers and tuck it behind his cherry red ear, watching Jin's bashful countenance slyly. A habit of him that Seokjin fancies the most.

Spreading the perfumed lotion on his neck, wrist and hands, he smiled half heartily, leaving a sigh out of nervousness as his hands turned restless not sure if this all would pull out the loving side of Taehyung just like the old way or the trouble of the last night shall haught his coldness more? I can try. Looking back, he never ever left me unheard. Must be upset but I shall turn his head to me.

Making up his mind to take whatever his husband throws, he walked to the door that remained silent all the time, very unlike of those fluttering windows.

There was quickness in his moves, to meet his Taehyung before he leaves for work. Seeing at the wall clock, he sighed nodding his head. It was half an hour early than Taehyung tends to leave. So he has a chance of seeing him.

He took the handle of door only to  realize that the door was locked.

Beauty addled with the trying hard on it, in case if it's locked from the inside, maybe jammed and so drew it. “Huh?”  he breathed out confusingly, his brows furrowing, lips protruding,  slowly hating to feel himself locked in here. “Why it is not opening?” he gruffed and huffed, frown growing.

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“Henceforth your life shall be this four walls.”
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In the sudden, one of the cruel scenes from the very last night unwillingly rushed into his mind. He froze, when Taehyung's unruly words creeped his ears, his eyes phantom white. “No no no...” he chanted, his head shaking faintly in disbelief. Using both of his hands to pull the door open, might even break it, he frustratingly made small noises, clinging onto the handle and crouching down with it, using all might present but to vain.

“Taetae?” he cried. “Open the door! Don't do this.” he banged his hand on it. “I don't want to be alone. Please~ I am sorry, open it, love.” he sweetly begged, unknown if his voice reached.

Jimin who was sitting on the sofa, in the drawing room, lost in his book, faintly heard gradual aggressive bangs. He turned around looking up at the source of voice.

Maid came running, her eyes at the upstairs. “It's Seokjin sir. He sounds anxious.” she spoke. Jimin sprinted on his feet and ascended the stairs hastily, his eyes glued at the door shaking slightly by taking strikes from restless man locked inside.

Jimin looked left and right, anxiously contemplating whether to answer the male who's husband strictly warned him to stay away from the poor man better the door. As he saw no hint of his older brother around, he hurriedly walked to the door. Curling the fingers around knob and placing his ear on door.

“Seokjin?” he whispered. Seokjin who was jerking the doorknob, halted as he was heard. He breathed loudly, “Jimin-ah!” he sighed louldy “Please let the door open, I can't stay alone. This is wrecking my nerves.” he cried in his gasps. Jimin retreated, not needing to keep ears on door as the voice of male inside was cryful.

“You are alright, Seokjin, aren't you? Taehyung would kill me if I touch the door. He forbid me to even talk to you. I'm afraid I can't help. Tell me Seokjin, you aren't hurting, right? I can't come in, I apologize for that!”

“Jimin, your brother parted me with him, denies to see me. Tore us apart, it hurts! Hurts my heart rudely. Let me out. I want to see him.”

“I don't have the keys. All I can do is send you food. I can't go against my brother who's furious since the last night. He looks very fretful.” Jimin heard muffled groan from jin.

“Should I send you breakfast, Seokjin?” Jimin knocked as silence was given. “I can sit out and send you company verbally. Can't do much.” he sighed apologetically.

“No. Bring me the door opened.” Jin struggled stomping on his feet.

Jimin struggled to silent his brother-in-law who sounded as if the vengeful ghosts inside harassed him “Seokjin hush down if your hus—”

“What's happening here?” Jimin and Seokjin got startled by the deep voice that rung in passage. Jin stepped back from the door, glancing at the clock—quarter to eight—time when Taehyung leaves home. He adhered himself to the wooden door as he heard familiar voice salted with coldness, the same one he tasted at the night gone and vehemently hoped to catch him in his sight for once.

“Hyung, Your spouse wants to get out. I know the things are–” he fumbled at the off-mood looking Taehyung who held blank bored eyes. He decided to zip his mouth.

“There's no business for him to be out. I don't want him-” he was interrupted.

“Taehyung-ssi!” Seokjin called, his eyes watering. “Please I apologize for whatever happened. Don't lock me in, I don't want to be alone. Open it please.” he whimpered. “It's too, too cold in here.” he hiccupped. Jimin tiled his head in helplessness.

Taehyung's droopy eyes landed on the lock on the door which's key was lying somewhere hidden his study room. He restrained himself from roughly running his fingers in hairs that were styled as it took alot from him to not fall for this sweet wails and soft calls. “Didn't I declared you to be grounded? Obey me or-” 

“Just take me with you.” he blabbered,  “To your work. I will sit quietly with you, won't meddle in. Just don't leave me in here.” He vigorously pulled on the handle, cramping his fingers and hissing on it.

Taehyung furrowed his brows and straightened up, a frown out of puzzle on his face. Quite baffled at Seokjin who found merry in staying at home, bliss in just away from people but now running away from his dear solitude as if it shall feast on his flesh. He found his wife to be somebody else as the days passed by, discomforting him.

“I won't like walking with you. You don't hold light in my eyes anymore, didn't I say this last night.” he recalled more of the last night quite unsure on what blunts he threw while alcohol in head but was surely sure that he didn't hit him if the physically. He would never dare. “I strand the burdens so you're forsaken here.”

“What?” Seokjin whispered, his eyes wide and shaking. Taken aback by the cold remarks. Asking if the person out was his husband or somebody else with alike voice? His hurting hand took the seize off from the door's handle and his brows hung down. He ran his hand on his another one, feeling coldness and gazed around when rainy morning made everything more gray.

His ears perked up but stayed unmoved from his slouched position when he heard his husband. “Nobody should get bothered by him locked away. Mind your business but feed him on time.” 

“I will starve myself.” Seokjin stated tiredly, not finding the old hysteric panicked voice anymore. He gulped down the hoarseness.

“Ask him twice then leave.” Taehyung retaliated glaring at door as if his eyes would send fear through. He ordered maids including Jimin who collectively lost their tongues at a man who lost his kindness. Pissed off Taehyung was but a dreadful one.

“Don't get swayed by his cries or pleas. And if anyone tries to get him out shall face the cruel of me.” he stuck his finger out and glared at each.

Seokjin was listening to his husband who verbally threw daggers at him, wounding places left, other injured already during last night. He placed his hand on his chest, biting his lower lip as things went incredibly south from how he thought in the morning. He shuddered when he heard footsteps of Taehyung were on verge of fading away.

He jolted up “No! Taehyung-ssi no! Don't leave! If you don't come back I will severely hurt myself.” he threatened, walking to the dressing table and picking up the blunt pair of scissors as if his husband could see through.

“Come back here or I'll shed the blood of mine.” he warned, his voice heavy and breathing but unaffected on how scary the shiny and rough edged tool looked. Jimin gasped and looked at his brother who halted on mid way near corridor and turned his head.

“Hyung, don't let him hurt himself.”  Jimin pleaded at Taehyung who pretended as if he didn't hear him. He inhaled sharply and clutched the bag tighter.

“Taehyung-ssi you're not going anywhere.” he tightened the hold on blunted and sniffed on his tears, want to sound serious, away from the weakness and fear soaring. He sighed in relief as his self harming threats kind of worked by listening to Taehyung's footsteps getting closer to his door.

“No matter how careless you pretend to be. Your love for me shall never fade.” He thought, feeling somewhat smug in his heart for what he did to Taehyung and his heart. Looking attentively at the door anticipating on it to be opened soon. He wiped his runny nose and cheeks, keeping the scissors on the side table as he was intimated by it in honesty. Quite unsure if he would have actually hurt himself so those were just empty threats thrown.

“Look at this troublesome. Commits wrong then harasses his husband. I know him and his mother for so long. He's careless and disobedient since the childhood.” Taehyung heard a maid muttering to the another one in the corner. “He's spoiled.” other one hushed, chatting behind their palms.

He furiously turned his eyes to them, locking till they bowed their heads and ran off. He stood before the door and placed the hand on it.

His lips twitched when a sweet voice called his name in the softest way. Only if I didn't have this beating organ inside me. He groaned internally.

Seokjin placed the hand on the door, same place where Taehyung had his from the outside. Jimin slowly stepped out of the scene, his eyes not leaving the door as he already reached near the staircase. He hoped Taehyung would open it and go inside, mending the hearts in the same old lovely way. And what happens to the cheating case of Seokjin not his concern as long as nobody hurts.

“Taehyung-ssi, let me out or you come in. Do or shall I hurt myself.” the voice was very alike of the ones that suit for confessing loves, for shy answers; too sweet that it didn't fit for something speaking of harm and blood.

Taehyung wanted to avoid this trance, laid by the sinful beauty and innocent facade of Seokjin, avoid falling into the depths of this sweet water that actually had tainted name and hurt his loveful heart. He didn't want to fall in this manipulative beauty who thinks he can do all wrong and get away by his glowing appearance. He needs to be taught a bitter lesson. He had this heed in him to strike back with the same force of hit, he felt in his heart—he had this urge to make him taste what he unwillingly tasted; something cold, rude and loveless, something that peirces through heart and stays there.

“Then do it.” 

Taehyung sounded rough as rock as indurate as cold ocean. “Do whatever floats your boat.” he dead panned, taking this as a small revenge to his wife who had slashed way more cruel sword in his chest than this.

Seokjin whimpered loudly as he could visibly feel the warmth of Taehyung walking away with him. He shook his head, clutched on it. So did the love fade away? he panted and his eyes looked around nothing, he clutched on the chest and harshly wiped the lips, smearing the cherry color around. How to mend it? Or we shall never find a piece?

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Jimin ran behind Taehyung who dashed out, his coat fluterring behind him. He clutched on his forearm and clung on it, halting the large frame. Jimin quickly came in front, blocking his brother's way. He saw ache in the eyes of Taehyung, tears weren't in profuse but few were controlled at the bay. Jimin knows, his brother is quite a strong head, he wouldn't weep—not in front of people atleast.

“Hyung what are you doing?”  he breathed out.

Taehyung stayed quite. “You love him in the end.” Taehyung scowled at that.  “Go and have him out. What if he hurts himself—hyung we promised his family that we will take care of him.” Jimin tightened his hold, using other way to convince him if mentioning love irked him.

“Don't leave him there. You know how he wailed in fear to be locked alone. I know things are hard for you too but you're stronger than him. And that makes you much more responsible to let your relationship be out of damage. Don't break him when he is your everything.” Taehyung finally looked into his eyes.

“I surely loved him, but that can't be the license to do wrong and slip out. Anything but no hurt to my heart, Jimin. I can take whatever he lays but my heart is fragile. He mustn't stab it.”  his lips twitched as he pointed his finger on his chest. “He can kill me for sure. He can poison my food in front of me and I'll take it contently but no he shouldn't play with my love.” he snapped out, his chest heaving.

Jimin's eyes softened, always known the weakness of his brother who is stone man but love can take him in the deep woods, fight with the wolves, take a slay on himself. The love in him is too strong that he protects it over his anything. Seokjin was quite the lucky to win such pure heavenly love from Taehyung but couldn't know how to preserve it.

“For a moment, forget your hurting self and see with your heart's eyes. Who is he? The one where your life stays, right? You leave him, hurt, or curse him, in the end you'll regret it all. Go and take his hands into yours and save him from hurting.” 

“I don't want to see him now. Whenever I look at him, all I see is him with that ruffian guy, together on bed. It grows in me inhumanly. I feel beastly. In this roaring possessiveness in me, I might injure Seokjin. So it is better to keep him out of my sight and away from any man too who lays finger on him. He must be tethered.” his eyes darkened as he grind his teeth.

He relaxed his jaw and turned to his younger brother. “He isn't child. He won't hurt himself and if he does then let him take care of it. If he doesn't need my love then I'm sure he doesn't my care as well.”

“Hyung this isn't right. He is being naïve but you shouldn't be childish as well—”

“I think we took a lot wrong by seeing him as naive. Innocence don't take such roads, do they?” he nodded.

“Yes and that's why we need to find out! Didn't he say last night that he did this and has a reason. We must find reason.”

“Jimin, he would't say. I'm ready to listen and accept him but he takes too much time in disclosing it. But if this is just an excuse to his real intention of just being whore then he'll face the worse. I'm finding Soobin also, my hands are aching to punch him on the throat but that scoundrel just vanished. How can he in such short time disappear into thin air? Either he ran away into other town or he's hiding into someone's house within this town. I'll make sure to find him. Where's Namjoon hyung?”

“He came last night after you locked Seokjin. He was quite out of his mood and straight w-went into his room. But then I wanted to ask him if he had d-dinner so I left for his room around midnight only to see his room empty. I, I think he left during midnight and didn't come home.”

“Hm, okay. Don't sound so worried, he's a grown man. He'll be home.” Taehyung glanced at Jimin's peculiar flustered face and chose to ignore, walking to his stallion and rode away.

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To say Taehyung would feel the heart's turmoil less while away from the home turned false. Here or there, inside him it was all mess. He could pay no little attention to the work but drown into thoughts. Defending Seokjin on he wouldn't cheat, blaming his family, blaming Seokjin too, himself as well and went on.  

‘When did it all change? It was so drastic or the time went fast?’ his mind asked.

‘All I remember is staying away from home, making fortune for my family, but couldn't heed the call on Seokjin to see what's he doing, does he feel lonely, how he's doing, being alone in this manor where he feels distress from thunders. I did care for him, but couldn't enough. I promised to give him all my time after I set up my luck in this hotel foundations but I guess it's too late.

Did he really cheat? Did he really felt cold on bed, lone in heart that he sought it from stranger who was guest for few days in my house now turned biggest protagonist in my serene story.

What shook the love in Seokjin's heart? Or he did it to give me a child, nothing more or he is what a town's maiden or married loves gossip about—whore?’ He profoundly felt dirtiest in his body thinking lowly of Seokjin who had purest looking form.

‘What should be done? I must listen to his side too but he has sealed his mouth and I can't put knife against his skin and command him to say it all. I  would do anything but force him. He said he would say why did he do that. But what shall be the reason? Well there should be any reason behind cheating? Whatever it is, I will listen to him but if he chooses to delay it then I shall lock him up for more time. No he won't go out. I don't trust the situation. He might be all that again and I will break all tethers and hurt him to regret.

I'm hurting too much. Never I found love in anyone but him. All those short relations, nights with wenches surely pleasured me but I left as soon my heart found home. I abandoned it all to be loyal perfect husband. At last! What did it lead to? I took him deep to my pleasant waters, but he couldn't swim, is he drowning? Feeling cold in enormous house that has too large walls and time that passes slowly, coldly? I was planning to bring him more bigger mansions, but only if it took such small for to make him stay.’

He washed his face with bare hands and groaned. This work loads, problem in his marital life-this all is taking to hard on him.

Looking at the clock, he realized it's evening. Should he walk to home? To that once a loveful warmth, but now naught? His mind drifted to disdained threats Seokjin gave of hurting himself. Should he believe on that? Will he do it for real?

Though he dismissed all those threats and he wants Seokjin to tend his own wounds but actually hoping to get him hurt for Taehyung wouldn't dare to; does he really want to take revenge by seeing hurt on Seokjin? Will burn in his heart shall calm down after seeing Seokjin in pain too? Does he really want that?

But hurt on seokjin never looked pleasing nor he was a sadistic. What is happening to him now? Why does he feel an undying pleasure thinking to trap his wife, chain him, lock him and mock his audacity, why? Why he wants to laugh at him loudly and pull his chains while cursing for playing with his love?

Oh on! No he doesn't want his callous heartless self the one that he has got many terrified to take over his soft husband side. Because if he wakes up in senses and sees anything done that shall lose Seokjin or his fragnants of love left; he won't be able to forgive himself for this whole life or even eternity. There shall be no cure and time to heal his wounds then.

He pushed his back behind and stared at ceiling, his chest heaving as all in him ached. He decided to walk home.

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Jimin who was keeping eye on the door, ready to serve anything seokjin asks till he asks for the open door. He walked back and forth in the living room. He turned his head back to see food getting cold on dinning table, the candles out. He missed those charterings during meals, where they would tell alot of stories that happened in day or pulled out of memories. It was so good in there.

Namjoon wasn't available as well who he would look into and calm down. “I need to find him but where the hell he is?” he groaned. “Things look so dark in this house. No laughter, no pure love. No beautiful moments of Seokjin and Taehyung to awe to. When shall those days come? They say it gets worse before it gets better but what how down it shall go? I hope things on side of worse stops here and they find the hearts running to each other again.” he whispered and wiped the tears.

Hearing someone walking, he whipped his head to the source of voice and sighed in relief, seeing his brother sauntering inside, his eyes numb.

“Hyung, he denied food and water. I heard him crying to himself. Please go in.”

Taehyung exhaustingly looked at him. “Jimin-ah, all the time in my work I hoped getting drowned in shall help me forget all for even a little amount of time however I couldn't pay attention to it but things happening with me. I thought of drinking till dawn in tavern but home called me just to see more of the distress thrown. Where should I run to hide from this?” he calmly spoke, seeking for answers into Jimin's eyes to apologetically smiled.

“It'a all going to be fine.” Jimin smiled. Taehyung scoffed at that. “Whatsoever.” he mocked.

“Believe in your love.” Jimin tried to comfort him through placing hand on his brother's forearm but Taehyung refuted it and walked past

“I will check on him, I came early just for that. He softly spoke, enable for Jimin to listen. “Bring me a plate of food.”

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Taehyung inserted the key into the beauty's room's door and twisted it. He put on his cold face mask and licked his chapped lips, clutching the plate of food tightly.

On opening the door, he met the darkness caused by the unlit candles, however the evening sublime had given few specks of light enough to show him his wife.

His schooled cold heart pounded loudly, his walls of coldness crumbling down painfully, his eyes wide ghostly white, his pupils contracted as he saw Seokjin sitting on the floor, knees around his chest and hairs falling on worn out eyes, his lovely blouse now with few blood stains. Taehyung's eyes traveled the line of blood ending on Seokjin's clothes and few on floor, blood that was started by the slits on his feeble hand, curled near his chest with pearls of tears down his cheeks as he cried soundlessly.

Seokjin lifted up his head as he realized somebody opened the door. A small hint of light in his eyes were suspected as he saw the tall man he begged to stay or don't lock him in, standing frozen, his large silhouette made Seokjin smile internally. 

“Maids!” Taehyung roared, flinching Seokjin, who gathered himself in the corner, away from this heavy stillness in his husband. In matter of seconds two maids came running and got stunned at the sight of seokjin injured.

Taehyung titled slightly his head on the maids behind. “Get the first aid box and light the candles here, quick!” His eyes never left Seokjin's, their eyes locked and seokjin winced down, bringing his knees more closer.

In a minute, those two maids did what was commanded, leaving them alone. Taehyung took steps ahead and clicked his tongue. “You really did hurt yourself huh!” Seokjin schooled himself not to flinch at the stone voice but failed to when stood closer above him.

“Those weren't empty threats.” Seokjin mumbled, earning the very bitter scoff from Taehyung and so he  sealed his lips. His eyes glittered as Taehyung crouched down to his level,  close across him and reached out his hand.

“Give me your hand.” he calmly said, curling his fingers to gesture. Seokjin hung his head down and placed his hand into Taehyung's who gingerly examined it, pulling closer to him. 

“How much headache you have to give?” Taehyung spoke, blowing on the cuts that to his relief weren't deep.

“Am I a headache?” Seokjin asked, his eyes blinking and upset growing but Taehyung chose to ignore, slowly spreading the antiseptic cream on flaws, earning soft hisses.

“Tell me, am I really a headache?” he asked again, his eyes shifting to his husband again.

“Do you know what stress I get while working restlessly and when I come home I hear of you that isn't very  pleasant. You surely are one headche.” he complaint. Seokjin recoiled. 

“Taehyung-ssi...” he softly called, his eyes staring at man who's business was strictly to just tend his wounds, lips tight shut and eyes not looking at him at all. He felt frustrated and attention deprived.

“You weren't affected by me injuring myself. You walked away leaving me free with scirrors. Why are here now? Looking after me?” oh he just wanted to listen, listen that Taehyung still cares for him—although actions might have deeply broke older but the love is ready to forgive and forget, with his love is here still.

“How can't I see you with such fissures.” Seokjin smiled faintly, his head tilting, seeing at his handsome man. His husband rolled the cotton gauze on the cleaned wound, securing it and working on the another one out of threes or maybe fours. Quite surprise on the wounds that were sitting cruel on very supple skin and nobody heard his cries when the marks were given. Seokjin was dead serious on hurting himself severely.

“I promised your family to keep you exact the way they gave me. Mother would be upset too if she knows. Do you want to me tell her about your doings? Shall I speak to your family?”  Seokjin's smile faltered, recoiling at the loveless answer and shivering at if his mother-in-law and family gets to learn about all this. His soul is ready to leave than to see it all disclosed before his families.

“You are doing this because of family but me? Don't you love me anymore, don't care for me at all? Where did it all go?” his brows hung low and waited for answers.

“Why do you get bothered asking about my love and care. Where did your love go, Seokjin?” Taehyung retaliated. His eyes making Seokjin drunk, he would always catch his husband looking at him and feel dizzy, with butterflies in stomach.

“It is in my heart. It never went away.” he mumbled, dropping his eyes on his lap when Taehyung stared at him indifferently, his lashes won't even flutter, his lips indurate, churning seokjin's heart.

“I doubt that. If love was there then you wouldn't have gone this way and things wouldn't have been this despondent, would it, hm? Don't make an excuses on what is done, and your love is all but unreliable.” 

“It is inside me!” Seokjin spoke, his voice higher as he stated, his back errceted as well. “Now tell me where is your love?”

“It went cold.” Taehyung answered and seokjin winced down soullessly. His eyes numbing.

“You aren't helping my wounds, Taehyung-ssi. You should go back to your room and rest. I'll take care of myself but don't lock the door of I'll do this all again.” Seokjin plainly spoke, prying the older's hands away from his own, denying the pain that stung as he pulled his hand out of larger one only to get the seized tighter. Taehyung subtly twisted the wrist, earning gasp from Seokjin who didn't feel hurt but got alerted.

“No one tells me what to do.” Taehyung sternly said, curling fingers more for stoned hold. “Kim Seokjin stop moving.” Seokjin who tried to slip back froze when older had his voice grumbling.

“Hurt yourself once more and I'll make you responsible for the heartless consequences.” Taehyung warned, his eyes gravely serious and haughty as it stuck on the scissors lying beside Seokjin. That sharp edge could tear the whole skin off.

Seokjin sat stilled, daren't moving even a single hair as Taehyung tended his remaining cuts. “Look at you. At first when I found you here on floor, you looked as cluessless as an injured flightless bird but fluttering away from my care and glaring at me as if I played the bloodsport!” he scoffed at the puckered lips of seokjin and an innocent frown on face. “Don't make me feel at wrong, Seokjin!” he looked at him. Those twinkling eyes, small soft pout on face is innocent but a facade. You shouldn't believe on him.

When Seokjin tried to defy out of  Taehyung's hand, he scooted back, causing his loose frail pants to ridden up a little. Taehyung straightened up his back and got alerted when his sight caught some blackish blue marks around pale ankles, lining upwards but hidden under the garment. He bit his cheek inside as the bruises were bothering him. What? Did seokjin gave more than just cut marks? Did he bruised himself too?

“Look at your bloodied clothes. Go change it and come out in robes.” he pretended as if he was unaware but couldn't let Seokjin get away.

Seokjin's eyes showed panic. His mouth parted. He shook his head swiftly. “I won't change now. And if then no robes!” he exclaimed. Holding onto his shirt as if Taehyung's eyes alone would tear it away. His chest heaving.

“Why are you acting like this? I didn't ask for your soul. In your robes now!” he ordered in his superior voice that had no exception for Seokjin but to follow. He wanted to pry away this order but Taehyung's thundering voice were frightening.

He placed his hands on Taehyung's thigh to stand on his feet. He timidly took steps as he felt eyes on him, walked inside with his injured hand secured in another one as he closed the door behind.

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He stared hisnnight robe that he was going wear, clutching in his shaking hands. He gazed at his own reflection from the mirror hanging on the wall. His eyes red and shadow under eyes grew more deeper, hairs were ruffled in all directions—all the makeup he did in the morning were washed away by tears. He chose to reject staring at himself more.

“Why does he want me in the robe?” he asked himself as unbuttoned his blouse that smelled faintly like blood and much, scrunching his nose, he discarded them.

As he attentively looked more at the  robe, he realized this was that one in which he made love with his Taehyung the most. Always hearing how lovely he looks in this black see through pretty garment but now seeing his distressed worn out look, he felt hideous from inside and out. 

His steps were as slow as a sloth, wishing the man who he wished to see for whole day, goes away as right now he wants nothing but to hide his skin from the eyes of anyone, especially this fuming man out.

“Seokjin, why in the hell you're taking so long?” he heard a muffled shout,  startling from it, he hastily tried to put some concealing beauty product on his long legs but the thumps on the door took away his attention and  grew him more restless.

His eyes jumped to the door that wasn't locked and before he could put a latch it, the door flew open in loud thud! revealing his husband who irkly looked at me but as his eyes trailed from toe, moving upwards to the displayed thighs, his eyes grew from perplex to hurt to outrageous. 

Seokjin's eyes shone from tears as the paleness from shame made his knees weak. He clutched the sink tightly and tried to move back feeling to hide from this malicious eyes given, but bathtub hit his leg.

What Taehyung saw jolted him with rage, his jaws popping out. What he saw was Seokjin's whole thighs were painted with the pink, red, blue marks. Seokjin twirled on his feet and tried to hide behind shower curtains but Taehyung roughly clutched his nape causing him to cry as nails dug into his skin.

“What are those bruise!? Kim Seokjin!”

“Let me go please. Taehyung don't...it hurts ” Seokjin stammered as his hand tapped hysterically on Taehyung's hand that seized his nape.

Taehyung wounded his arm around Seokjin's waist harshly as he yanked him out, taking him into the bedroom and rammed him against the big bed, uncaring when Seokjin's feet hit against the bed's wooden frame, cashing him to let out a cry. 

The throbs on the both injured hand and now hurt feet were ignored when he tried to push down the ridden robe, that opened against eyes of his husband for him to see all those bite marks sprawled upto his hips and inner thighs.

Taehyung stood tall before him, staring down as his nose flared and eyes fierce dead. He scowled at the sight “How much more you're hiding?” he growled as he caged Seokjin and held his wrist when he again tried to fly away from this  inevitable man. “Still dare to run without telling me!”

“Please don't hurt me...I'll tell you soon, I promise!” he held Taehyung's coat as his tears rolled to the ears wetting the cushions below his face.  “You must listen to me! I have a lot to say. You can't make me say now!”  His face flushed and water gathered between thick lashes, twinkling there. His face was close to dangerously close to Taehyung. Older's eyes trailed down to those glistening pair of lips. The sexual deprived man in him soared, his eyes look hypnotized when Seokjin's poorly tied robe exposing his moonlit skin. He forget what he was suppose to do or say.

Don't get lured! He is getting valiant when you worship his beauty.

Seokjin mirrored Taehyung and gazed at his lips while licking his own. The way he got hint of the old lustful Taehyung made to him to anticipate a feverish, unruly kiss, so he closed his eyes, his fingers caressing his husband's face, touching his chiseled romantically after the days that felt like eons.

Taehyung leaned down, his hot breath lingering on sinful plump lips which were more effective than any witch's spell. Seokjin parted his lips, his back arching subtly and his hand that was twisting the duvet, now ghosted near older's hairs. His arched his brown when he won't feel the lips coming.

“Your are very bold to think, I would kiss you, eh?” Seokjin slowly opened his eyes, escaping a lonely tear. His gaze locked with Taehyung's hardened one. “You think I would touch you let alone kiss you after you're giving that chances to other man?” He clutched his cheeks tightly  causing lips to pucker. “You think you can drown me with the same old lust when your body has been touched by  hands and lips that aren't mine? You surely thought I would forget about your filth by this sorcery of your beauty and take you, ey?” he used his calm hoarse voice that wetted Seokjin before even touches during their sweet love makings. He saw the desire in his wife's posture but couldn't make any move when he all he could see is a no longer pure angel.

Taehyung retreated back, his hand slapping away seokjin's, who woke up from spell casted.

“You have a reason to say for this vile you've been doing, don't you?” he watched Seokjin desiring to hold him but he obduratedly stared. He watched his wife helpless crying in vulnerability, lying on the bed. Taehyung's knees crawled back from the fours and stood before the bed.

“I believe you sure have one. Sluts! got reasons too.” he spat, seeing every bits of Seokjin's pride, his heart rubbling, crashing down. He wounded his arm around his eyes and wept in forearm.

“I'm taking you to your family back and you're staying there.” Taehyung twirled around as his eyes felt disgusted seeing Seokjin's skin. It broke his heart into million pieces, hurting it too deep that he couldn't reckon it shall be the same anymore.

“Will come to take me after?” Seokjin softly, staring at him hopefully “Will you tell them all?” he wanted to refuse this, fight against going back to his house but his all energy declined into numbness.

“I have no choice but to speak of your foul to the one who always praised you. Let them hear what a two faced you are.” Seokjin nodded his head in defeat, fear crawling in bones to already imagine the faces of their beloveds. “You will come back right?” he asked again.

“When the yearn for you would set an ablaze in my heart, when you will be ready to say it all—yes I'll take you with me.”

Seokjin gulped down a heavy lump, his heart hammering against his chest as he couldn't come to believe on his husband's words. “You refuse to see me, you call me names, you said your love went cold. Will you really feel the burn of yearn?” he asked vigilantly, as the horror gurgurled in him.

“I'm not sure.” he watched the subtle shrug on Taehyung's sturdy shoulders.

“What if it doesn't burn?” he titled his head to his husband who was hiding his eyes but now turned around, with the heaviness of heartbreak clearly shown in eyes. Seokjin's lips quivered as tears trickled down, even before hearing the answer as the eyes of older, the posture withering, crumbling yet standing in pretense of hardheart told him all bitter.

“Then forget if we ever happened.”

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The angst, the sexual tension, the heartbreak. God! What a blunder!

Let me know what you think! Love you all.

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