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Author's POV

"Why does it say his phone is turned off?" Amanda mumbled to herself as she called Taehyung's phone for the fifteenth time in the last thirty minutes. He was never someone to turn off his phone, and this seemed utterly strange to her.

She called Jimin to ask him if Taehyung was with him, and he didn't answer her calls as well, but at least his phone was reachable. Jungkook's phone was turned off too, and she didn't know why. Amanda called Sooya and everything seemed fishy to her when Sooya's phone was turned off as well.

She panicked and began biting the corners of her lips, not knowing what to do next. It was almost 7 pm, and her mom hadn't come home as well. Everyone she knew suddenly seemed to have just vanished, and it was starting to get her scared. Not knowing what else to do, she paced the length of their living room nervously until it struck her mind that she could call Yoongi, which she did immediately, and he answered in about two rings.

"Yoongi, where are you?" She asked, anxiety, panic and fear obvious in her voice.

"Calm down, Amanda. I'm at home. Why? What happened?" He asked very calmly, unaware of her panic situation.

She explained everything to him, and he listened attentively.

"Okay, you calm down. I'll check on Sooya first since she lives like two streets away. Meanwhile, you keep trying Taehyung's phone, okay?" He checked with her, and she heard shuffling sounds and door clicking noises in the background, which meant that he had already gotten out of his room.

"Yeah, I will. Call me as soon as you get there," she informed him and ended the call.

In a while, as Yoongi approached Sooya's house, he saw a range of expensive cars lined outside. His eyebrows knitted in confusion at this unusual sight, and he cowered in a dark corner and observed carefully as a few huge dark silhouettes lurked inside the house as seen from the large glass windows covered by translucent curtains.

Yoongi's heart raced and his protective instincts kicked in. He knew something was definitely not right, and, without acting impulsively or wasting another second, he immediately called the Police Control Room and gave them the details about whatever he saw and the location details as well. He waited in the dark with his hawk-eyes trained on Sooya's house, awaiting any kind of suspicious movement of anything at all.

The police van arrived in less than five minutes, by which time Yoongi had noted some silhouettes moving about violently inside the house. He ran up to the police van and explained everything to the three policemen, and then Yoongi, along with the policemen stood at Sooya's doorstep and rang the doorbell. Yoongi swallowed hard in anticipation, hoping that everything should be okay.

The door was opened by an unfamiliar man that looked no better than a low handman.

"He doesn't live here!" Yoongi announced angrily, and the policeman quirked a brow at the goon and pushed the door open, causing everyone to freeze on the spot.

The three policemen rounded up the interior of the house with their guns pointed at the men inside. Namjoon let out an amused chuckle, throwing angry eyes at Yoongi—his gaze almost searing Yoongi's skin.

"Drop your weapons!" One of the taller policemen commanded, and the thugs dropped everything they had in their hands and stood with their hands folded behind their heads.

Namjoon's father got up from his seat and walked towards the young policeman, with his hands stuffed inside his pockets.
"Do you know who I am?" He tilted his head and spoke arrogantly.

The policeman, with his gun still in focus, eyed him from top to toe and nodded.
"Sure, some arrogant rich bitch. I don't care who you are, just stay put in your seats, or else, my bullets might have to do the talking."

One of the policemen called in for reinforcement while the rest of them at the site held the criminals captive inside the house.

Meanwhile, as soon as they had entered, the house, Yoongi's eyes had landed first on Sooya, who was tied up, crying, struggling, and as he ran towards her pushing past the policemen, she had pointed her chin towards the floor while letting out incoherent muffles.

Looking at the floor, it had taken him a few seconds to realize that it was Taehyung who was curled up on the floor and bleeding to death. The third policeman had already called for the ambulance which arrived in a few minutes.

As soon as the reinforcements arrived and took the thugs into police custody, the policemen untied Sooya and her father and received verbal complaints from them about the assault. Namjoon and his father, being the most influential people in the room, were taken in for a private enquiry with the Superintendent of Police.

Taehyung was taken to the hospital and Yoongi went along with him. The paramedics took off Taehyung's shirt and cleaned the excess blood on his face and body and provided him with oxygen. The wound in his abdomen was still bleeding profusely, and Yoongi's hands trembled fearing the worst. He didn't know if calling Amanda would be the best thing to do right now since Taehyung had already lost consciousness.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Taehyung was rushed to the emergency critical care room. Yoongi, after filling up the necessary forms for Taehyung, decided to answer Amanda's call.

"Amanda, come to the university hospital right now," he said in a stern, yet sullen tone.

"University hospital? What happened?" Amanda panicked as she already dashed out of her room and picked up her wallet and the house keys.

"Taehyung is in bad condition," he informed her, making her eyes grow wider and heart beat wilder.

"What are you talking about?" Her head felt dizzy.

"Come here safely, and we'll talk about it. I'm outside the operation room on the fourth floor of the hospital main block," he said and ended the call.

Meanwhile, at the private office of the Superintendent of Police, Namjoon and his father were seated facing the highest Police Officials in the district. One of them ended a call with the university hospital and sighed deeply.
"The boy is in critical condition. And if he doesn't come out of this alive, then I'm afraid we have no choice than to put your son in jail," the Senior Police Official informed Kim JaeBeom.

"I can turn in someone else. We can, can't we, dad?" Namjoon asked his father, who remained silent, contemplating his next move.

"We will wait. And if that boy dies, then we will turn in one of the hunchmen. That shouldn't be a problem, right?" His father questioned the officials, who cast helpless glances at each other.

"I'm afraid that's not possible because Dr. Choi and his daughter have filed complaints, and they are eye witnesses as well. Turning in someone else will not work," the Senior Official turned him down.

Namjoon clicked his tongue in frustration.
"That bloody guy is an orphan. No one cares about his existence, and if these two are turning witnesses, then I wouldn't think twice to get rid of them as well," he spoke arrogantly.

"Calm down, Namjoon," his father advised him. "Let's wait. Let the boy get the best medical care. And if he survives, we will destroy all the evidences and dismiss this case. Will that work?" He asked the officials in an authoritative manner.

One of them nodded hesitantly.
"That should be okay"

Namjoon's dad beamed proudly and puffed out his chest.
"If that is done, consider the Itaewon apartment as yours." He turned to the other official. "And consider your mortgage paid off."

The officials smiled and agreed to the proposal.
"But it is not safe for Namjoon to stay in Seoul. We never know what the victims might come up with. We can't pay them off. But we can silence them telling that we're searching for the accused, and we will destroy the case files."

Namjoon's dad let out a disappointed sigh.
"Alright. Anything for his safety," he thought for a while. "I will send him to London" he announced and left the room, with Namjoon following him and closing the door shut behind them.

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Amanda's POV

Once the door closed behind us, Taehyung pulled me to him and connected his lips with mine in a hungry kiss. My hands worked on the buttons of his jacket as he kept walking us backward until my back hit the kitchen counter. Pulling away for a quick breath, he lifted me up and sat me down on the counter, tossing the jacket of his tuxedo onto the island.

"Congratulations, Dr. Kim,"
I whispered with my eyes locked onto his eyes as I took off his bow tie, and he smirked with a small nod of his head.

"Thank you, gorgeous," he swiftly unbuttoned his dress shirt and slid it off his body, sending it to the floor. Grabbing my waist firmly, he pulled me closer to him and traced his fingertips up along my thighs, and I locked my legs around his waist, pulling him closer than he already was, if that was even possible.

He crashed his full lips on my parted ones, and the intensity of the smooch increased exponentially as my tongue delved into his mouth and twirled with his in a sensual rhythm with increasing urgency, our teeth clashing, breathing unsteady, and my hands slid past his chest and abdomen to his crotch where his pants were growing tighter with each passing second.

"Where the fuck is the zipper?" He mumbled against my lips as his hands impatiently roamed all over my clothed back, desperately trying to locate the zipper of my dress.

I guided his hand to the back of my neck, and he finally caught hold of it, aggressively using both hands to pull the zipper down upto my lower back. I quickly wriggled my arms and let the dress drop down leaving my chest exposed to the man nestled in between my thighs.

Lifting my bottom a bit, he pulled down the dress and threw it aside, and I flinched when we heard a crash of silverware caused by the flying dress that landed on the fancy cutlery stand that used to sit in a corner of the counter.

He bent and began nursing on my neck and collarbone, leaving me panting and gasping. Taehyung's lips grazed the lace fabric covering my aching breasts as he slowed down his pace and began wetting the fabric by planting open-mouthed kisses all over my breasts. My head fell back in the pleasurable sensation, and I pulled him closer to feel his erection against my core, letting out salacious moans when his tongue glided between the mounds of my breasts.

Straightening his posture a bit, Taehyung's hands found the hook of my bra as he unclasped it and slid the straps down my shoulders and arms and tossed it away, his eyes refusing to leave my full breasts where my sore nipples stood erect.

Holding our gazes, I removed his belt and unbuttoned his trousers, and it slid down his thighs and pooled around his ankles. He rolled my panties down my thighs and legs and out of my body and threw it away somewhere. I was left naked except for the low, pointed heel shoes that I still had on.

My husband stepped out of his trousers and boxers, letting his full erection that had bulged up and begun leaking precum to spring free, and moved me to the island, making me lie on my back. I rested my elbows on the marble top island and raised my head to look at him as he bent and began kissing my sensitive inner thigh, my thighs quivering from his actions. Holding my thighs down firmly, he licked his lips, looked into my eyes and kissed my dripping wet core, and my whole body shuddered.

"Don't look away," Taehyung whispered against my wetness and ran the tip of his pointed tongue tracing my wet folds and closed in on my aching clit with his soft lips, sucking and holding it in his mouth before twirling his tongue directly over it—all with his eyes locked on to mine. He did it again, and again, and my head fell back as I cursed and moaned louder, lifting my hips and driving my core deeper into his mouth while my hand clasped his hair and pulled him closer to my heat.

"Eyes on me, Amanda!" He commanded in his deep voice, and I raised my head to meet his mesmerizing eyes, oozing lust and desire as he swirled his tongue in my wetness.

"Fingers," I let out, desperately wanting to feel his long digits curling within me, and he readily let his middle finger dip into my wetness. Soon, another finger was added, and my eyes rolled back, and my chest heaved rapidly.

He suddenly stopped all his actions and commanded once again,
"Open your eyes," and I did so, looking into my husband's intense eyes and holding our gazes as he smirked before bending in to my throbbing core. He licked and sucked hard on my clit as his fingers pumped and curled within me, and my toes curled against the hard marble beneath my naked body.

With a few obscene profanities that escaped my lips, I came undone with the most intense orgasm, the eye contact magnifying my pleasure by multiple folds, and, using the spasms of my climax to his benefit, Taehyung pulled my body closer to him and plunged into me in one swift move, the contractions of my climax literally swallowing his veiny erection.

He lifted my torso up, and I wrapped my legs tight around his waist, sitting on the edge of the island with him buried inside me, my walls clenching around his throbbing manhood. Taehyung locked his lips with mine as he began moving inside me with steady and rhythmic thrusts and his grip around my body tightened.

Letting out a string of slurs into the kiss, he grabbed my ass cheeks tighter and with a few more aggressive thrusts and louder moans as our tongues twirled, I felt him swell within me, and then he released deep inside me, as always. Just as I loved it. We loved it. Our lips parted, my head thrown back in pleasure as he still kept grinding slowly.

Taehyung walked us to the bedroom, cockwarming all the way, and gently laid me down and let his weight rest all over me so that we could still stay connected. After a few minutes of silence, like the calm after a storm, filled in only by our heavy breathing sounds that gradually regained normalcy, he raised himself off me gently, letting himself glide out of me, leaving me feeling wet, cold and empty.

My husband bent and began kissing my stomach, around my navel—making my skin bristle.
"I love you so much, Amanda," he whispered against the sensitive skin of my stomach, and I caught hold of a fistful of his silky locks, pulling him closer to me, wanting to feel his lips on every inch of my body.

I can never get enough of this man!

"I love you more, Taehyung," I whispered, and my breath hitched in my throat when he brushed the tip of his nose against my stomach and planted a few wet kisses there before moving up closer to my face.

"Wake me up any time," Taehyung kissed my lips, "but only using your tongue," he winked and very gently fondled my sensitive breasts in his broad palms. I chuckled and pulled him closer, kissing him passionately, letting him feel every ounce of love that my heart held for him.

Pulling away slowly, I pecked his lips a few times before laying my head on his bare chest, pressing our naked bodies together and allowing the warmth radiating from him spread all over me. His addictive, masculine scent tranquilized my senses as I drifted off to sleep in a jiffy.

Taehyung's POV

A sudden rhythmic vibration startled me, abruptly waking me up, and I quickly grabbed my phone from the night stand, squinting at the bright light of the device's display. It was an hour past midnight, and my phone was buzzing with an incoming call that appeared to be in the same series as the hospital line numbers.

"Yeah?" I answered groggily, yet low enough not to wake up my wife.

"Oh, is it?" I replied, with my eyes fully open now.

"Alright. Prepare the patient and the O.R. We will decide when I get there. I'll be there right away." I ended the call and sighed to myself, my hands dropping to my sides. Gently moving Amanda's limbs from my body, I covered her snugly with the comforter and planted a lingering kiss on her forehead before proceeding to get dressed and leave to the hospital. I sent her a couple of texts and left after locking the house with the spare set of keys.

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Published on : 10/17/2021