—taehyung—

“and where the hell were you?” i close my eyes briefly at the voice. the last thing i want to deal with right now is my mad husband. i slowly turned around to face him as the lights switch on on their own accord, coming face to face with a godly figure sitting elegantly on the couch.

“hey, baby.” i say sheepishly, taking small steps towards him as he sits still while glaring at me.

“what an odd time to greet, kim.” i watch him tap twice on his watch which shows 4:09 am. i close my eyes again. oh boy i was so fucked.

the next second jeongguk is on his feet, already turning around to make his way towards our kitchen.

i walk quickly behind him, “work called. i lost track of time. i didn't mean to—”

“the food's in the microwave. go freshen up, i'll heat it up quickly for you, alright?”

“okay...” i say, a bit surprised by his words. in the time i've known my husband, he does not react well to me coming home late. i have atleast expected him to yell a little bit here and there.

not that i am complaining.

“i am actually really hungry, you mind if i eat first?” i ask, not wanting to hype his temper by ignoring his words.

he nods, wordlessly. and i feel my insides churning.

angry jeongguk was a hazard to mankind, but a calm jeongguk was like death-eater itself. i do not like my husband calm when he's supposed to lose his shit.

i walk cautiously towards the table, watching him silently serve the hot food. then our eyes meet as he signals me to sit. i do.

jeongguk takes a seat beside me.

“would you care to join me for dinner, baby?”

“i already ate.” he states. i stare at him for a bit, then nod before grabbing my chopsticks to dig in. the ramen smelled amazing while the tteokbokki and bulgogi looked appetizing.

jeongguk was a great cook. there weren't many things my husband wasn't good—if not the best—at.

not wasting anymore time, i quickly serve myself a bite of ramen.

then i choke.

my mouth was on fire. it felt like i swallowed ten red chillies all at once. i feel my throat close up and eyes water as i breath like a fucking dog.

and while i fight for my life and a drop of water, my husband watches me in satisfaction. “well, that ought to do it.” he says proudly.

i watch him with red eyes as he brings his face closer to mine, “i suppose i can now expect to see you home by ten o'clock, yeah?” he says while passing me a glass of water from the end of the table. “everyday, without fail.” then he passes me a glare, menace in his eyes.

i quickly chug the water down before catching my breath. my hands balled into fists, i could feel my face warm up while my throat still burn a little bit. i sit there trying to reconnect with my consciousness as jeongguk stands up.

one second i was sitting, and the next i grab his neck and slam him against the refrigerator. “what. the. fuck. do you think you're doing, kim jeon jeongguk?” my jaw hardens as i scowl at my husband.

i feel so fucking mad right now, that i could—

my hand tighten around his neck, making sure i cut off his oxygen supply.

jeongguk doesn't make a sound, even though his face gets beet red and hands ball by his sides. he doesn't fight me either. one of us will die tonight if this escalates to a physical fight.

after ten more seconds of deciding between choking my husband to death or not, i slam my lips to his, hands going down to cup his ass. almost immediately i feel him respond back to our kiss, hands coming up to grip my hair.

he pull at my locks determined to rip them apart from my scalp, conveying his anger. i spank him in response. our tongues fight for dominance as he moves his lips against mine wildly. it was tongue, teeth, biting and sucking all at once.

i want to eat him the fuck up.

jeongguk moan against me, freeing my hair as i trail my hands under his shirt, caressing his nipples. then i squeeze a nub, pulling at it hard enough to make sure it hurts.

i feel him give me a throaty groan before i am the one getting slammed against the refrigerator. we pull away to catch our breaths, “i fucking hate you,” he growls.

“i hate you too, baby.”

then his mouth is on mine again. we do that for a while before i pick him up, going towards our bedroom.

i had a rough day at work, and i could use some release right about now.

and by the eyes my husband was giving me, he could too.

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author's note— im hoping i can write longer chapters in future. right now i really hope y'all can work w these small ones. i have a vision w this story and i know what to do w it, i just need to plan out my chapters and scene sequences before i get it on track. consider this a little insight on their relationship. i hope you liked this chapter. see you in next one soon. bye bye, babies. mwuah. :)