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CHAPTER 43
⸻ FANTASY
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WARNING: this chapter contains fluff, mature themes, profanities and assault! read at your own risks.

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M I A' S  P O V

SUNLIGHT VANDILATES the room, almost blinding my eyesight as red spots start to appear in my vision. I toss my body around, lazy yawn escapes my lips with the presence of an arm slinging around my waist.

Multiple kisses are being peppered all across my face as I giggle at the ticklish sensation, thinking it is Eunbyul being playful.

"Eunbyul, stop,"

A deep throaty chuckle intoxicates into my hearings and I couldn't help but cock up an eyebrow at the familiar deep voice.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," The raspy voice huskily whispers.

I snap my eyes open and my breath hitches to witness Taehyung's face an inches away. I had to catch my breath over how breathtaking he looked. Absolutely and insanely handsome.

"How was your sleep?" he throws me a lazy smile and pecks my lips, which causes my eyes to almost bugged out. "Sorry about yesterday. I shouldn't have done that,"

I remain silent as I stay rooted in his embrace when he pulls me closer. Am I dreaming? Without hearing my response, he rubs our noses together before colliding our lips.

Strangely, I breathe in his warmth scent and wrap my arms around his neck to respond to his soft kiss. He cups my face and rolls over with his hands sliding to my hips, bringing his body on top without breaking our lips apart. We keep kissing until he pulls away, grinning down at me.

"I love you so much, darling," he declares, his hot breath hitting my lips. Even if this is a dream, I never wanted to wake up.

His lips contort into a playful grin before he ducks down to peck my cheek, nose and forehead.

"Taehyung, stop it!" A chorus of laughter emits from my lips.

He chuckles and continues to attack kisses on my lips as he ventures to my jaw and neck. I tilt my head to give him more access, shutting my eyes close at the soothe feeling.

"Are you still sore from last night, baby?" he whispers, his voice low and deep.

"W-What?"

Lust glistening in his eyes as he smirks and reclaims my lips in such a rush. He swallows my moan by deepening our kiss, eagerly tugging the hem of my shirt with our lips still intact and tongues smoothly tangle together.

I hover my arms up to let him discard the clothing and arch my back as he softly begins to kiss every cleavage. His hot and heavy kisses dive in deeper, deeper and deeper..

"Mummy!"

As if being submerged underwater, I gasp out breathily to the free surface. Oh God, it wasn't real.

I look around my surrounding, cheeks flush as I find myself on the couch. Right. I passed out on the couch last night after Hyoseop went back home. Wait, so that means..

My eyes avert to Eunbyul standing with her pillow in between her arms. Her lips pouting and her eyebrows knit together in concern.

"Mummy, I think Uncle Taetae is sick," she jerks her finger to a particular room.

"What?" I gasp and briskly run inside the room. As expected, Taehyung sprawls across the floor, his body looking limp and his handsome features descend in slight paleness.

He is still draped in my black hoodie with his head resting on the pillow. Panicking, I put the back of my hand on his forehead to check his condition and to my dismay, it is burning up.

"Taehyung? Wake up," I call him but no response. I helplessly settle his arm around my shoulders to lift him up and place him onto the bed.

"Will Uncle Taetae be okay, mummy?" I hear Eunbyul from behind asking.

"Yes, sweetheart. Don't worry, hm?" I caress her hair and give her an assuring smile. "Now, do you want to eat breakfast? Let mummy make you a cereal, okay? Mummy will take care of Uncle Taetae,"

She slowly crinkles a smile and nods her head. In a hurry, I pour cereal into a bowl and prepare glass of milk for Eunbyul before heading back to my room with some water and medicine.

I heave out a loud sigh as I attempt another try. "Taehyung, can you hear me? Wake up,"

Pain written across his face upon my voice as he groans softly, his hand trying to reach for something. "Don't go,"

"Hey, I'm here," I grasp his warm hand in mine before squeezing it gently. "Here's some medicine and water for you. Do you want anything else? Porridge or something? I can coo—"

He shakes his head as his eyes are still flutter shut. "No, I just want you here. Don't leave,"

My heart tightens, feeling a pang in my chest. "I'm not leaving. Here, eat this medicine first,"

He slowly snaps his eyes open and stares at my face long enough for blood rushes to all parts of my body.

"What's wrong?" I frown slightly.

A weak smile tugs at the corner of his lips. "Nothing, you look so pretty,"

My cheeks hot upon his words, suddenly reminded of my mild erotic dream. I clear my throat to ease the embarrassment before helping him to straighten his back against the headboard. I could feel his gaze are circulating my movements the entire time with a little smile still turned up on his lips.

After done with the medicine and water, I'm about to leave to give him some rest but he is fast enough to halt my intention.

"W-Where.. where are you going?" he chirps, sounding paranoid. "You said you weren't going to leave,"

"I'm literally just a door away, Taehyung. If you need anything, just holler, okay?" I send him a smile but he shakes his head in refusal.

"No, please don't leave.."

I sigh, nervously chewing on my bottom lip. "Alright, fine. What do you want?"

"Stay with me. Don't go," he pleads again.

"Okay, get some rest. I'll be here once you wake up," I assure him.

He smiles in appreciation, bobbing his head. "Uh, before that.. can I do one thing?"

I hum softly. "Hm, what is it?"

"Can I hug you while I fall asleep?" he proposes and instantaneously, my stomach coils with butterflies.

"U-Uh, yeah.. okay," I stammer nervously. This is just to make him feel better. Nothing else.

He grins and scoots a little to leave some spaces, patting the mattress beside him. The bed slowly dips when I settle and turn to see him beaming softly.

Without any words being uttered, he encloses our distance and wraps his arms around my waist.

He releases a soft sigh and rests his head on my chest, hugging my waist tightly. My body freezes momentarily before relaxing under his touch. His scent and faint cologne entice my soul as he engulf my body — he feels like home. So warm and so soft.

Being in his arms at this moment signifies for a fact that I would still crawl back to him after his betrayal.

What do I do with you, Kim Taehyung? Why is it so difficult for me to hate you?

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T A E H Y U N G' S  P O V

I woke up to the weight of arms surrounded my shoulders. Rubbing my eyes, a huge smile stretched across my face at the sight of my wife and Eunbyul nestled beside her.

It takes everything in me not to snuggle them into my arms. I wish I could be here all day. I have my own family but why does it feel right?

I sigh, wiggling out carefully not to awake them. As I got up, I freshen myself in the bathroom, which I felt slightly better than this morning. I changed back into my clothes that was now dried from the rain.

Before leaving, I left a note on the counter to thank her with my phone number showcasing on it. I didn't have her number although I could get it from Jungkook but it was better to expect her call instead.

I crawl out from the apartment and call a taxi to give me a ride home since my car is at her workplace.

After around 20 minutes, I've finally arrived. Just before I could reach my room, my arm is dragged by someone towards the kitchen, who is none other than Kang Haera.

"Where the fuck were you the whole night? Have you been cheating on me?" she speaks up furiously as her jaw clenches.

"Can you just shut up? I'm tired," I roll my eyes, her voice reminds me how much I hate going back home.

"So you cheated on me? With who?"

"That doesn't matter because I remember everything that you did and that you're the reason why I lost my memories,"

"W-Wait, you what?" she gasps, a glimpse of panic flickering in her eyes.

"I remember everything! Everything that you've taken away, especially my wife," I retaliate in a harsh manner.

"Your wife?" she scrunches her face, confused, "But I'm you—" she pauses before she scoffs in amusement. "Wow, congratulations. So now, what? You want to get back with that bitch?"

"Don't call her that!" I raise my voice at her. "If anyone's a bitch, it's you,"

Her anger fumes instantly as her nostrils flair in fury. "Don't be disrespectful! I'm still your fucking wife,"

"Oh please, you didn't show me any respect when all you did were drinking and stealing money from me. You know what? Dohyun doesn't deserve a mother like you,"

As if it is her last straw, her palm meets across my cheek in a harsh slap. "Watch your mouth! You're not even his real father,"

I bite my insides cheek, restraining the pain as I glare at her. "Huh.. I was wondering when you were going to tell me that,"

She gasps as her eyes blinking in shock, suddenly realising the words falling out from her mouth. "Y-You knew?"

"Even if I had lost my memories, I knew that I wasn't capable of loving someone like you," I spit it out at her in disgust.

"Fuck you!" she stares at me with absolute rage.

"Great, then we proceed with our divorce,"

"That's never going to happen because I won't agree to that shit," she growls lowly.

I narrow my eyes as I cock up an eyebrow. "Okay, let me get this straight.. you don't want to get a divorce because you still want my money, right?"

She rolls her eyes, ignoring my statement. "Do you think that after you divorce me, that bitch will forgive you?"

"What the fuck do you mean by that?" I seethe angrily.

"I thought you remembered everything?" she raises an eyebrow. "But it's good that you aren't aware yet. Even so, you have to find it out by yourself," she smirks and pats my cheeks gently with a mocking smile.

"Get away from me!" I push her and brush the nonexistent filth off of my clothes.

She looks offended but then a vicious glint falsely appears in her expression. "Why? Do you not like being touched by a woman?"

"Go to a therapist, Haera. I think you need some help,"

She scoffs and leans closer as she grips my chin, her jaw tightening. I look at her, unamused but she catches me off guard when she plunges her knee up to my groin.

I wasn't able to register the pain when her fist hit me hard on the chest repeatedly.

"H-Haera, stop!" I beg, my voice coming out as a low whisper.

She pulls back to stop but unfortunately, she seizes something from the table and whips around, a dark, menacing smile on her face.

"I'm not the problem, you're the problem," she scowls while holding a glass of wine before impetuously throwing it at my direction.

A hollow scream quivers out from my throat when the shear glass prickles on my skin, inflicting dreadful pain. I wasn't able to defend myself as my strength drained out of my body. I felt so weak and tried to cry for help but it was hopeless.

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A/N: This was a hard chapter to write, honestly but I hope you enjoy reading it. I'm so sorry if you're triggered over the assault but I've warned you in the beginning. Anyway, what do you think of this story so far?