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CHAPTER FOUR
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It was three in the morning when you heard banging at the door. You were scared shitless. I mean who wouldn't be? What worried you, even more, was that it couldn't be Taehyung because he has a key.

You walked down the stairs quietly and looked through the peephole. Behind the door stood a brunette girl—a girl you've never seen in your life. You opened the door and she grinned.

"Hi! Are you the maid?" She walked into the house. "Can you please bring those inside and let TaeTae know I'm here?"

"Who are you?" You questioned.

"How rude of me," She extended her arm to shake my hand. "I'm Naeun, Taehyung's girlfriend."

• • • •

"Where the hell are you?" You spoke sternly into the phone.

"Miss me already?" A smirk crept onto Taehyung's lips.

"No, but I bet your girlfriend does."

"I told you, Sunmi isn't my girlfriend."

"Not Sunmi," You looked over at Naeun who was sitting on the couch and making herself at home. "Naeun."

"What?!" Taehyung got up from the bed he was in and started getting dressed. "What is she doing in our house?"

"I don't know, TaeTae! You tell me!" You yelled and quickly looked back to see if the girl had heard you—she hadn't.

"I'll be there in ten." He said before hanging up.

"I have to go." Taehyung looked back at the girl, that was laying underneath the covers, as he fixed his shirt

"Where are you going?" She pouted.

"Home."

"Right." She rolled her eyes. "To your stupid wife."

"Don't call her that." Taehyung glared at the girl.

He quickly grabbed his things and left the room without saying goodbye.

• • • •

"Where is she?" Taehyung asked you once he got to the house.

"In the living room making herself at home."

Taehyung walked into the living and you walked in behind him.

"Baby!" Naeun jumped up from the couch and ran to hug him.

"Hey, Naeun." Taehyung hugged her back awkwardly.

"I've missed you so much." She kissed every inch of his face.

"Naeun, please." Taehyung grabbed her shoulders and increased the space between them. "What are you doing here?"

"Have you not missed me?" Her expression became hurt.

"I have, but I thought you weren't coming back until next month."

"Well, there was a slight change of plans when I found out," A smile grew on her face and she rubbed her belly. "We have a bun in the oven!"

Taehyung was at a loss of words and you couldn't even begin to process what she had just said. You scoffed and shook your head in dismay as you sped out of the living room and into the foyer.

"Just wait here," Taehyung said.

Taehyung walked into the foyer and grabbed your wrist, pulling you into the nearest room.

"What the fuck, Taehyung."

"I had no idea."

"Not only did I just learn that you have a girlfriend, but I also learned that she's pregnant and that you have been cheating on her this whole time!" You yelled.

"I'm not cheating on her. We're in an open relationship, and because of that, I don't think it's my baby." Taehyung acknowledged.

"Oh and that makes it better." You rolled your eyes.

"It should. I don't want you to think I'm a bad guy who plays girls after we were just starting to get along." Taehyung remarked.

"Just because I said yes to sleeping with you once doesn't mean we're getting along."

"I know we're in an open relationship, but sleeping with the maid? Really TaeTae?" Naeun commented after rudely walking into the room.

"I'm not the fucking maid!" You snapped.

Taehyung looked over at you in surprise. He never would've thought you could get so mad over something.

"I want you to take a paternity test. For now, you can stay here." Taehyung spoke. "And Y/N isn't the maid—she's my wife."

• • • •

Naeun had a total meltdown after Taehyung told her that, but then he explained how everything happened. You went back to your room while he was talking to Naeun, but was later disrupted by Taehyung walking in.

"We need to talk about this." Taehyung insisted.

"There's nothing to talk about. You're gonna be a dad and that's it."

"What about..." Taehyung drifted off.

You and me.

"What?" You questioned.

"Nothing." He whispered. "I just- I need to know how you feel."

"How do you expect me to feel, Taehyung?" You crossed your arms in front of your chest and he shrugged. "At least your parents will be getting that grandchild they want."

"Y/N-"

"Just leave. Go tend your pregnant baby momma."

"We don't even know if the kid's mine." He reminded.

"And if it is, Taehyung?! What then?!"

"Then I have to take care of it." Taehyung lowered his gaze.

"Yeah. You do." You replied softly.

• • • •

"I fucked up bad, man." Taehyung took a huge gulp of his Soju.

"Yeah, you did." Jungkook agreed and Jimin slapped his arm.

"And it is just the perfect timing," Jin spoke in a sarcastic tone. "You and Y/N were finally getting along."

Taehyung made a line with the coke on the table and watched it disappear into the Won bill. He felt the rush, but it wasn't strong enough. He craved more. He needed more. He made another line and quickly snorted it up, feeling the intense burn in his nostrils.

"Damn it, Taehyung, chill the fuck out." Yoongi took the bill out of Taehyung's hand.

"I'm just so fucked man! I don't want a fucking baby with her!"

"You don't even know if it's yours." Namjoon reminded.

"Just chill before you start making assumptions," Hoseok advised.

• • • •

You were walking around the neighborhood park, thinking about what was happening, when a black Lamborghini pulled up next to you. The tinted window rolled down and a familiar face appeared behind it—Jaesuk.

"Mrs. Kim? What're you doing out here all alone at three in the morning?" He questioned.

"I needed to take a walk. To think."

"I know the perfect place to think. Do you want me to show you?" Jaesuk offered.

You thought about it for a moment—that night you told Taehyung about him and his whole vibe went off, but then again, you were mad at him. You didn't care about anything he had to say.

• • • •

"Where were you?!" Taehyung bellowed the second you walked into the house. He walked over and stood in front of you.

"I was with a friend." You responded.

"Who?"

"You don't know him."

"Who?!" He slammed his hand against the door, inches beside your face, which caused you to flinch.

"Jaesuk." You answered.

"Jaesuk?! Why?! Why were you with him?!" He questioned, but you didn't answer which enraged him even more.

He grabbed your upper arms and slammed you against the front door harshly.

"Taehyung stop!" You tried to leave his grasp, but you couldn't. "You're hurting me!"

His fingers digging into your skin and the doorknob digging into your lower back caused so much pain and your eyes started filling with tears.

"Please!"

His expression was so dark and angry. You couldn't even recognize him. You've never seen him so furious.

"Taehyung!"

He came into a realization of how much physical pain he was causing you and he quickly let go. It was as if he was in a trance and you finally snapped him out of it.

"I-I'm so sorry."

You glared at him for a moment before taking your hand and slapping it across his face.

"Don't you dare touch me like that again."

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ALSO (just so you know how he looks) THIS IS JAESUK: