YN'S POV:

The whole ride from his parents place to ours was generously occupied by silence, a silence silent enough to make you question your hearing ability.

For some reason the silence was so unnerving that even breathing loudly felt like a big deal to me.

He sat so composed, his back straight, so unbothered, eyes only on the road, jaw clenched, fists tightly controlling the steering wheel; it was as if my presence was just a hallucination to him. His subtleness passed shivers down my spine.

I had no plans on catching his attention either, though whatever happened was between me and his mother, yet it appeared as if we both had the taste of the same medicine.

I really hope it isn't that way though because I don't intend to make this awkward more awkward than it is already.

Even at the dining table everyone was quiet. I could've understood if only me and his mom were quiet because we definitely had some awkward moments but why were him and his dad quiet, too?

Nonetheless, that quietness just gave me comfort, because I knew that if someone spoke a word I am going to choke on my food despite the topic they choose.

We didn't even stay for the tea and returned home before the night hit. Ever since then he was in his study, again and I engrossed myself with my books in the library besides Tan.

I checked my wrist watch only to find out that I've been reading for the last four hours and it's almost midnight now. I wasn't going to eat dinner as I had some heavy food for lunch, so I was just going to stuff myself with some chocolate ice-cream before heading to bed.

After tucking Tan to his bed I strolled out to the kitchen to get myself ice-cream and prepare an americano for Taehyung since he wouldn't sleep until he gets himself completely exhausted.

I've never witnessed him coming to the bedroom before me or leaving after me. He always heads to bed when I'm asleep and wakes up before me as well, so I don't really have any idea about his sleeping schedule.

I don't get why he works until his eyes beg him to stop looking at the world.

Does he have any difficulty sleeping?

Knock! Knock!

I hit my knuckles against the wooden door of his study room waiting for his approval. No response. I knocked on the door yet once again and no response this time either.

Going against the 'we should respect eachother's privacy' order. The rule no. 1 of our terms and conditions; we never made such terms and conditions, but I should be considerate, right?

I accessed the room.

I always wondered what his study room pictured like, and it was exactly the opposite of what I imagined it to be.

I thought it would be stuffed with piles of files and documents in every corner of the room leaving no space to breathe, dust everywhere, etc. however here, the scene was completely different.

One thing which was abundant in this room was space, just space everywhere. I was actually breathing air and not dust. His files and documents weren't spread everywhere instead they were kept nicely in their respective shelves, a set of sofas displaying in the moonlight refracting through the big glasses, a refrigerator, a pool game set-up, a set of chess game and his big study table in the centre of the room where he happened to sit in the dark.

Obviously, Taehyung was a neat guy; actually the neatest guy. Why did I ever imagine his room to be dirty?

My eyes landed on his muscular body resting on the chair but perhaps he didn't happen to notice my presence in the dark and dim room. I bit my lips nervously before letting myself move forward to him.

It just got dimmer as I slowly got closer to him, but thanks to the dims here and there I was able to make my way.

The faint moonlight that touched his features softly, made him appear in a deep slumber. Is he sleeping? I thought, checking him in the faintness.

I pushed the button of the table lamp kept on the corner of his table to check if he's actually sleeping and as soon as I on the light.......

Beauty. Utter beauty.

I think my heart just skipped a beat as my eyes fell upon a person I've never seen before. He was the same man who lived with me under the same roof but this is the first time I'm seeing him this way.

This is the first time I'm seeing him asleep; 2nd time actually but then I was startled.

He sleeps so beautifully.

When I thought that he couldn't look any better with his forehead exposed all the time, I had to witness this!

I had to witness his forehead covered by his soft, messy bangs.

He looked so fluffy and angelic instead of cold and dominant. He looked like a glowing white tulip sleeping in the lovely, dark night.

With his rectangular Ray-Ban frames covering his closed eyes, barely visible because of his bangs, hands folded over his chest, the compression t-shirt hugging his body and the lamp light kissing his face, he looked unreal. He looked like a dream; like those faceless, muscular, alluring men in the books.

I think I just fell in love.

I think I can wake up every night just to watch him sleep.

He looked more like to be protected than being protective.

He was sleeping so soundly that I felt a kind of hesitation to wake him up, but if he stays like that, his back would hurt tomorrow.

I cannot awake him though! I sighed, frustrated by my own train of thoughts.

I gently kept the cup over the table and bent down to take off his glasses.

And the sumbler which seemed so deep broke as soon as I touched his frames. I gasped standing back up when he stared at me with his sleepy, blank eyes.

He's seems to be a weak sleeper.

He gazed up, my breaths hitched by the way he glared directly into my soul with his devilish, black eyes.

Why would he look at me like that?

The man who was looking no different than an innocent baby a few minutes ago, now turned into a fallen-angel. Lucifer?

My heart raced, blood rushed in my cheeks, heating them up.

"I- I brought your coffee" I said abruptly, avoiding meeting his eyes.

"Oh..." his voice sleepy, caramelised. He moved his chair to grab the cup, but I picked it up the before him.

"It's late, I think you should just sleep now" I said when he looked at me confused.

He nodded scratching his forehead, "Yeah" he whispered getting up.

Grey trousers, compression t-shirt and messy hair -found my weakness.

"What is wrong with me?!" I mumbled by covering my mouth as I caught myself checking him out from head to toe.

Why am I thinking erotically about him?

I hid my red face under my hands. What are these dangerous feelings?

Is this because of the books I read today? I should stop reading them, I cannot be thinking like that about him.

Imagination is a dangerous thing.

***

Since a last few days, I'm heading home earlier. I've changed my shift, I go early and come back before it gets dark.

It's 5 in the evening and I was waiting for the bus at the bus-stop while playing with Tan.

Tannie hates to stay alone at home with Sarah, he either needs me or Taehyung to pet him. However, Taehyung isn't much of a pet person and on top of that he cannot take him to the office as well; that's why I took the initiative to take care of Tan. Tan mostly prefers me over anyone, by the way.

I bring him to library with me and he loves it there and everyone loves him too.

He's a friendly and unproblematic pet.

The bus arrived and thankfully there weren't many people at the stop today or it would've been a heck to get in.

I was searching for a seat for myself when someone caught my eyes. A man. A grown up man continuously tapping his hand over the seat next to him every time someone passed by.

The sad part was, nobody sat beside him.

A feeling of pity arose in my chest. This is so sad. The world is so cruel.

I smiled to myself before planning to sit next to him.

"Hi!" I greeted, taking a seat, but the masked man didn't seem to be pleased by his company, instead he gave me a questioning glare.

"Y/n?!" he called out my name, taking off his mask immediately.

"Taehyung?!" my jaw dropped in disbelief, Yeontan barked from the basket to get his attention.

He arched an eyebrow judging me, I did the same. Why was he doing something so pitiful in the bus? Isn't he the biggest 'people hater'?

"What are you doing in the bus?" I asked in disbelief, my pitch high. I thought he hated public places.

"Well, my car just happened to die on me and then someone...did not maintain his car so eventually..." he shrugged off showing his frustration and disappointment towards his fate and someone's car.

"Anyway, if you were feeling so uncomfortable alone then you should've brought your friend, Jimin with you" I suggested judging his situation.

"Ayo, ladies and gentlemen!" Jimin popped up from behind our seats giving me a jump scare.

So, Jimin was that someone. Well, this is just getting more confusing and non-sensible. Why was he tapping his seat so pitifully?

"If Jimin is already here then why did you not sit together?" I asked, Taehyung pointed his finger at me to defend himself but right then Jimin spoke...

"Exactly, but sir were using some kind of previous psychology- "

"You keep quiet, and it's called reverse psychology!" Taehyung snapped, Jimin huffed rolling his eyes as he landed on his seat again.

"What?" I was so confused.

I killed my urge to roll my eyes at him after he explained to me what he was actually trying to do with the reverse psychology technique.

Introverts are different breed of humans.

"That's so rude to do in a public place" I said with disappointment, I was kinda offended too.

"That's not rude!" he defended himself again, now his pitch high.

"Yes, actually that's abnormal!"

He widened his eyes after hearing my come back to his defence, I couldn't care less.

Perhaps it's his first time using a public transport so he doesn't know how it works here.

He must know that no matter how much he hates people or someone's company, he cannot avoid it here, especially in a bus.

He was just lucky today that there aren't many people in the bus or his reverse psychology would've gone wrong or even worse, someone would've beat him up.

"Abnormal?!" he repeated my words, his eyes big and widened in shock. "Mam, I suppose that's too much of a judgement when we're just trying to get together" he spoke for himself, not in a calm tone this time, maybe he was way too offended by my savage words.

He fought like an eight grade kid. That was funny. I held back my urge to laugh.

"Well, you started it first!" I ignored him getting comfortable in my seat as I folded my hands over my chest and closed my eyes.

"Me? Really?" he scoffed sarcastically.

"Who's talking now?!" I arched a brow at him following the same sarcasm.

He crossed his legs, folding his hands too as he chose to look out of the window instead of arguing with me.

We weren't actually arguing, I knew this and he knew it too; we were just done with eachother's opposite nature. Anyway, whatever it was, I was definitely enjoying this. I actually like it. This is the first time I'm being so comfortable with him to get this savage and argue back, I only do this with my friends and family.

"Btw, how can you sit next to just anyone?" his silent treatment didn't even last a minute and he asked another question.

"Well, aren't you my husband?" I asked tilting my head, big sarcastic smile.

"Oh...husband!" Jimin got up again passing a teasing smile to Taehyung as he wiggled his eyebrows to tease him more.

Taehyung's cheeks heated up, I coughed looking to the other side. Perhaps I was blushing too.

"Sit back down" he gritted his teeth at Jimin scaring the poor soul away. "I dare you to get up again, Park Jimin" he basically threatened him.

"No, I'm good" he voiced from the back, probably giving a thumbs up with a poker face.

"So basically, you knew it was me under the mask?" he came to me next, seriously this time.

"Obviously, no!" I snapped.

"Then why did you sit next to me?" he was interrogating as if this isn't a whole damn bus and we aren't the citizens of this republic country.

This is definitely his first time in a bus.

He is literally a princess, isn't he?

He has no clue about how the world works.

I took a deep breath before beginning, "Well,..." I exhaled, I'm so done. "..when you were using your so called reverse psychology; I thought that some poor, lonely person was asking to be his company. I had to be kind, you know" I sighed after my explanation.

"That means you would sit beside anyone who asks you to?!" he said that in disbelief, but he was calm and was trying his best to get my point.

The business man he is!

"Well, won't you?" I said.

"No way I'm sitting next to someone who's a total stranger!"

"It's your first time in here, isn't it? However, this is how public transport works" I said, now actually minding my own business.

Even Yeontan was so done with him, he slept because of the nonsense.

"Park jimin, only if you had two cars" he gritted his teeth at him again.

Jimin popped up from the back again, with a smile full of sarcasm and annoyance but yet so sweet.

"Respectfully sir, your company doesn't pay me enough to buy two cars at the same time in a single life span"

They both gave eachother a side eye. I shook my head like a tired mother.

***

*A month later, Dec*

TAEHYUNG'S POV:

It was easy, yes, just like climbing Mount Everest in one day.

Difficult was not even a question anymore; it was an answer to my each and every effort.

I've been dying to give her this gold pendant I bought when we visited my parents last time, but she cannot even take a hint.

How can she think that I was buying this for myself when it was absolutely made for women in the first place?!

"Don't you think it's way too feminine for you?"

Her words played in my head like music everytime I looked at this beautiful pendant.

She didn't even try to make a guess, God! I might actually cry!

Lady, you are my wife. Who else will I buy this for, if not you?

At this point, I don't even feel bad for myself; I feel bad for her. For being her first and her husband at that, so I'm her last too.

So it's me who gets to teach her, but with my personality and tolerance level I might actually, really break down in the process.

She's too naive for my tolerance level.

"Bye!"

I filched as my thoughts popped up like bubbles in the air when I heard her voice from behind.

"Is something wrong?" she asked curiously. I slid the gift box in my pocket before turning back.

"Absolutely not" I said as I faced her passing a quick two sec smile. "Have a good day. Bye, Tan!" I bid both of them abruptly avoiding any discomfort in my tone so I stay safe, my heart racing for some unknown reason.

"Yeah, bye" she bid me once again, a confused look expressing her concern for me.

Not the 'Is he ok?' kind of concern but a 'There is something wrong with his brain' kind of concern.

Despite her thoughts for me and my mental health, I waved a goodbye to both of them until they completely left.

I huffed and punched the air because I can't punch myself.

The landline phone rang grabbing my attention, I shook my head before picking it up.

"Hello" I said.

"Good morning, sir. This is secretary Oh"

My dad's secretary greeted from the other end.

Is this how my dad's going to play?

He knows I won't pick up his calls so now he's using secretary Oh to speak for him to me.

I sighed, "If it's about producing a heir- "

"Turn on the news" my dad spoke taking the phone from secretary Oh.

I suspiciously squint my eyes over his statement before turning on the news on the tv.

"<<<HEADLINES: A CLIP OF BUSINESS MAN KIM TAEHYUNG GOES VIRAL FROM THE PARTY WHICH HE ATTENDED A FEW MONTHS AGO WITH HIS WIFE>>>>

<THE CLIP OF HIM SHOUTING ON A WOMAN>

THE VIDEO IS NOT CLEAR BUT MANY PEOPLE CLAIM THAT THE MAN IN THE 15 SECONDS CLIP IS BUSINESS MAN, KIM TAEHYUNG.

PEOPLE SHOW THEIR HATE TOWARDS HIS RUDE BEHAVIOUR TOWARDS A WOMAN. THEY SAY: MEN WITH GOOD LOOKS ARE DANGEROUS, HE SHOULD APOLOGIZE, HE HAS GOTTEN NO MANNERS, ALL HE HAS IS LOOKS & MONEY...

PEOPLE ALSO SHOW THEIR DISAPPOINTMENT AND HATE TOWARDS HIS WIFE WHO WAS JUST STANDING THERE WATCHING HIM DISRESPECT A WOMAN AND DID NOTHING TO PREVENT IT.

TAEHYUNG'S TEAM HAS GIVEN NO RESPONSE YET.

WE'RE ALSO NOT SURE IF THE MAN IN THE CLIP HIS HIM OR NOT. VERY FEW CITIZENS ARE ON HIS SIDE"

Well, if you don't know the truth, why share it on the tv? The video is not clear still they claim it's me; though it is me. But people love to comment, don't they?

Ridiculous.

"I need you in my cabin right now" dad said before ending the call.

I proceed to call my secretary, "Secretary Na, find out who posted this clip"

I would've kept quiet if only they didn't drag Y/n into this. It's about me, why are you bringing my wife into this mess?

I swear, if Y/n gets even a little hint of this hate I'm going to make sure everyone pays for it; the one who uploaded this clip and the ones who are showing it on the news.

She don't deserve this, not even a bit.

***

Epilogue:-

(Scene - When Taehyung left his study)

When he left her behind in the study she decided to take a look around just here and there as it was her first time in this room, also because she wanted to distract herself from the fact that she just caught herself eyeing her own husband.

She started with his study table, picking up the files and stuff until her eyes caught a hidden desk under the glass.

She wasn't the type to check someone's stuff without permission but tonight she might've gotten curious.

She opened the drawer and giggled finding something that pleased her.

A hello-kitty band aid. It's the band-aid she applied to Taehyung when they first met.

She giggled more as she recalled all the memories from back then. At that time she wouldn't even have imagined getting married to the same man she applied this band-aid to.

What fascinated her more was that Taehyung still had this band-aid with him safe and fine. It was even cleaned, no traces of blood or dirt. He laminated it as well.

"Why would he still have it?" she smiled as she traced the band-aid with her finger.

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