"Who are you?".

The f.uck? Why is he suddenly-

"I ask you", he repeated while I'm still confused with what had hit him, all of the sudden, "Who the f.uck are you?".

Taehyung grabbed my lower jaw and forced me to look at him, and I swear I could hear a few cracks on my neck. The stinging pain rushed in, making my eyes instantly teared up. Fear and furious mashed up; my eyes instantly met his.

W- wait- his eyes-

"Akhhh!", I coughed as his grip got stronger in seconds and his face- no. Everything about him; it's different.

"P- please, s- stop", I begged him while crying a Han river. God, what's happening to him? Why is he like this?

But he did the opposite. Instead, Taehyung even pulled me closer to his face as if he was studying me like I was some kind of a new species of human being. And this time, as much as I wanted to deny it, this Taehyung seemed to enjoy whatever he's doing right now. I tried to push his hands countless times but it was useless; he didn't budge a bit.

If anything, that made it even worse.

"S-stop", I pleaded. At that very moment, I was too scared to do anything like I don't have a damn clue about what's going on! F.uck!

Just when I was imagining died of broken jaw bone, his grip suddenly loosened and Taehyung looked at me in confusion.

"Wife?", he sounded rather clarifying or questioning. Then out of nowhere, Taehyung laughed, more to deviously than amused. "You f.ucking kidding me. Your wife?", he questioned again, toned down his voice while his eyes carefully examining my not-so-well being.

It was as if he's talking to someone else.

"In the name of Lucifer, your taste is f.ucking down the drain, Taehyung. This holy virgin b.itch is your wife, you say?". Wait. Why is he talking about himself like that?!

Taehyung laughed again, this time scarier as I could literally feel the coldness and fear came joining our private space at that time. With my body still facing him, I slowly pushed myself back a few inches in the tub.

"Which means, you never touched her, right Taehyung?", his eyes locked on mine, giving out dark vibe instead of how bright its blue color was. Taehyung charged himself towards me and pinned me on the other end of the tub, hovering over me with his hands firmly caging my little figure, making me jumpy.

I instantly covered myself but like a python danced to a music, my thoughts all of the sudden getting lighter and higher. Like being petrified, my feelings suddenly went calmer and I felt a very small dose of uneasiness.

Taehyung went closer to my left ear and I froze. "What's your name, beautiful?", he said, more like a desperate deep breath. The hot bath turned much chillier than I thought.

"J- Jung S- Somin", I stuttered, tears on the verge of falling out of fear. This isn't Taehyung. What's happening?!, I yelled inside.

"Oh pardon me, Miss Somin", I yelped when Taehyung gently nipped my ear, making my breathing spiked, my heart almost explode with the intimate contact. "I'm not Taehyung, of course. My name is V- ughhh!", he suddenly looked as if he's in pain, unknowingly pushing himself away from me.

He cried in pain, grunted in rage between the last hold of his sanity, clutching onto his chest and armoring his wet figure. When he was finally calm, Taehyung's chest rose up and down irregularly, his eyes remained close while his lips uttering distinct curse words. I still stuck on my spot.

Contemplating either to escape the unknown or face it, I chose to run away without looking back. I almost tripped myself at the stairs when I heard Taehyung called out for me. When I reached the front door and opened it, it was actually raining before I eventually heard his footsteps down the stairs as well. I changed my mind and quickly headed to the coat closet and hid inside.

It wasn't only freezing because of the rain, but like you've guessed, I didn't wear anything but the soaking thin black shirt and panties right now. I wasn't ready to show my body to Taehyung, you know. Or whoever that was.

"Somin-ah", that very voice made me fluttered and froze at the same time. Taehyung was right outside the closet. "Where are you, baby? Please, don't do this. You might catch a cold if you keep running with no proper clothes".

I remained silent, further hiding myself behind the hanging coats. And fur coats.

"Ah choo!".

F.uck.

This is it.

I'm a dead a.ss meat.

"Somin-ah", the closet door was pulled from outside, scaring me to death in which I might be facing my last moments of youth and llivelihood probably.

"Stay away!", I shouted at him, preparing myself for the unknown consequences.

"You'll catch cold, here", Taehyung calmly said, closing his eyes while spreading the huge white towel between us. "Wear this".

I snatched the towel from him and closed the door again, trying my best to wear it inside that d.amn tight space.

"Are you done?", he asked from outside. "Come out now, we need to talk". Do I have another choice?

I slowly pushed the door, and when Taehyung wasn't aware, I immediately took big steps as much as I can, with the towel holding on dear life hugging me. Just right before I thought I'd hit a wall.

"You know we need to talk about this, sweetheart", Taehyung was standing in front of me, in his glory with the bath robe armoring his mild toned body. I pushed his hands away from creeping up my face.

"Don't touch me! I don't even know who you are!", I tried to bypass him at the stairs but then he caught my hand and forced me to fall onto him.

"I'm your husband, one and only Kim Tae-".

"No! You're not! Taehyung that I knew wouldn't have did this to me", I deadpanned while pointing the bruise formed on my chin, his face changed when he looked at it. Before I continued my steps, Taehyung stopped me again and looked me in the eyes.

His eyes are different, not bluish green like just now.

"Who did this?", he asked. I was all fumed up, about to spit fire on his face, if that's possible.

"Let go of me", I shook his hand off and I ran upstairs. When I reached the room, I secretly thankful that I haven't fully unpacked. Eases my job to pack, duh.

Right when I was about to gather my things, a pair of hands scooped me and the next thing happened.

I was handcuffed to the bed post.

"Wait, are you serious? I- Did you just cuffed me to the bed?!", I glared at Taehyung, who is now standing next to the bed.

"Please, Somin. Let me explain-".

"Explain what?! I don't want to hear any explanation!", I struggled against the bed post. "I want to go home!".

"You can't leave until you hear me, love", he sat beside me, "Please, I'm begging you". I gave up from struggling, instead I gave one chance to explain or say whatever he claimed he has to say. "Listen to me, and you decide".

After a long silence, Taehyung finally speaks up, "What happened just now w- was an accident-".

"An accident? A f.ucking accident, you kidding me?".

"Hush, baby, please let me finish", he said, "I am not normal", clearly you are, "But I hope that wouldn't freak you out. I was planning to tell you b- but my family said only after the wedding. I am so sorry for-".

"Tell me what?", I asked furiously, my eyes widened. I can't believe he's the kind of guy who'd actually lie to me!

"I- I-", Taehyung took a deep breath, "I was cursed".

"Curse?".

"As in dark magic, and Harry Potter's stuffs", he stammered.

B.itch. What?

"If you wanted to run away from the responsibilities and blame, Taehyung, using such lame excuses. Look, I'm not a kid, for God's sake!".

"I'm not playing around. I'm telling you the truth", his serious face caught my attention. "I didn't expect this to happen as well".

So, what are you expecting then?

"The one who did that to you", he gestured the bruise on my chin, "it wasn't me".

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