──  ❝ 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑾𝑬𝑵𝑻𝒀」

❝ 崇拝;
.WORSHIP ❞

KARMA REMEMBERED SO LITTLE OF HER CHILDHOOD. It's odd because she can so clearly remember the streets of home, Chennai. She can still remember the soft sand finding home between her toes as she ran along the shore that connects land to sea until her mother called her back so that she could eat. She could still remember her favorite food, Chicken Tikka Masala, now, her comfort food whenever she needed a little taste of home. She could still remember the stray dog she befriended that lived in the alley down the street.

It was always just her and her mother. She had no recollection of any father she may have had in her life. Her mother woefully admitted to her that her father was an old friend from South Africa, but she never wanted him to be her father. He only was by force. Karma didn't understand what that meant at the time, but as she grew older, she realized.

Maybe that's why she had grown to resent men, knowing that she herself was the product of the cruelty and inhumane nature of a man who had acted upon her mother against her will. Her mother always taught her never to trust the men in her life.

"The ones most likely to betray you are the ones you hold most dear. So never, ever, hold them close. I named you Karma for a reason. Seek retribution for their wrong-doings. Make them worship you, Karma."

Karma promised her mother that she wouldn't disappoint her. She'd take advantage of men before they could take advantage of her and never allow herself to become attached to them.

If only she could see her daughter now, broken up over some man she had allowed to become her partner in crime and closest confidant, who she had let into her heart in some misguided trust. Her mother warned her and yet, she didn't heed when she was getting herself wrapped up with Yoongi.

Now, she found herself tangled in the sheets with Kim Taehyung, the King of Korea, the Dog Tamer, the man who was bound to completely fuck her over without remorse. Karma swore to herself that she'd do better this time around. That she'd fuck him over before he even got the chance. She wouldn't let herself get hurt again.

Karma slept in Taehyung's bed with him. It wasn't initially meant to happen, of course. After they slept together, they would quite literally sleep together, wrapped in silk sheets that stick to their skin from sweat created by their various lewd activities. They both understood what this was, meaningless sex just to fill their needs. They spent years perfecting the art of disconnecting their heart from their genitals. It was easier that way.

Though, Karma did figure out the interesting fact that Taehyung seemed to be unable to sleep peacefully without a pillow in his arms. Who knew The King couldn't sleep without cuddling a pillow? How...uncharacteristically soft of him.

Karma woke up alone in Taehyung's massive bed. His side was cold. He had been gone for a while, it was clear and she was slightly curious as to where he disappeared to. It wasn't uncommon for Taehyung to wake up early and head off to his office to get some work done. It was already rather early, only 7 in the morning.

She slipped out of bed, taking Taehyung's red silk robe off the edge of the bed to cover her modesty. It felt like heaven against her skin, the kind of silk robe she's always wanted to roam her house in with nothing underneath, feeling luxurious. Yoongi promised her that he'd buy her one for her birthday, so much for that.

She tied it loosely around her waist, brushing her hair out from under the expensive cloth as she left his room and made her way through the hall towards Taehyung's office. As she grew nearer to the large, heavy doors that guard his workspace, Karma could hear his voice through the walls.

"I don't care what you have to do, find them, Namjoon." His oceanic voice stresses the importance of his statement. Jaewon and Yongjin needed to be found and served their rightful punishment. "Notify me immediately once you have their location."

She heard Namjoon's voice on the other side of the door. "Yes, sir." Only seconds later, the door swings open, startling Karma. She stood back, gazing up at Namjoon who she had caught the attention of. He stared at her with a cocked brow, though, he didn't seem all that interested in the nearly naked woman before him.

"Good morning, Karma." He nodded to her, a brief acknowledgment of her existence before he breezed past her to leave. He had a job to complete. He didn't have the luxury of roaming around magnificent penthouses naked like she did.

Karma chose not to bother herself with him. She took his spot inside the office with Taehyung who paced the length of his office to and fro, twirling a pen between his long fingers. He looks visibly stressed, his fingers stop twirling his pen once he noticed her standing in the doorway.

Taehyung's eyes trail down her body. His robe draped over her frame elegantly. He could see the curve of her breasts and her exposed leg, the small peak of her nipple showed under the thin material. His gaze narrows. "Did Namjoon see you?"

Karma almost rolled her eyes. He shouldn't be worried about if Namjoon saw her or not. It didn't matter. To think that he has any ownership over who sees her body and who doesn't is ludicrous. "Yes he did, Tae. He didn't see my fucking vagina if that's what you're worried about." She deadpanned, crossing her arms over her chest as she made her way further into the massive room.

Karma sat on his desk, crossing one leg over the other to cover herself. The robe fell over her shoulder, exposing a large expanse of skin to him. "What's got your panties in a twist?" Taehyung stood before her, tossing his pen down on his desk. She only now noticed how unjustly handsome he looked, wearing grey sweatpants and a plain white shirt. He hadn't combed out his hair before coming into his office, she noticed. His hair was messy, tousled, falling over his eyes in the most beautiful way.

His parents blessed him with truly beautiful genes.

Days spent admiring his striking features only made her familiar with them. She had taken notice to more of his beauty marks. He had one on the left side of his nose, his cheek, the waterline of his right eyes, his bottom lip, on the side of his neck, and so many more.

Karma always told herself to stop. She did the exact same thing with Yoongi when they first met. Learning every little thing she could about him, becoming so intimate with his features and habits that she started to fall in love with them. She fell in love with his gummy smile, his soothing force, the fact that he couldn't fall asleep without holding something.

Karma missed Yoongi, a lot, but she was far from ready to forgive him.

"Jaewon and Yongjin fled the city, probably even the country." Them running only ensures that they receive the harshest punishment imaginable. For them to be stupid enough to think that they could escape his wrath. They were only making him even more frustrated.

Karma hummed melodically, tracing his defined collarbone exposed by the wide collar of his shirt. "You get frustrated far too easily, TaeTae. You need to relax." It's only 7 in the morning and he's already pacing rooms and yelling at people.

She was right. It wasn't like he had any real time to relax. He had things to do, an empire to run. It wasn't like he could take a vacation and go to Bora Bora because he felt like it. But maybe he didn't have to fly out of the continent in order to relax.

Taehyung placed his hands on either sides for her frame, flat against the smooth surface of his desk. His hips were locked between her knees. "You're right, Karma dear. I do need to relax. We should go out for breakfast today. Care to join me in the shower?" His lips brush over her bare shoulder, placing suggestive kisses across her skin.

His kisses were like silent worship, a reminder of how powerful she was. Men fell to their knees before her. Yoongi worshiped her on his knees constantly and he was happy to do so. Taehyung worshiped her in his own ways, kissing down her shoulder, all over her body.

The moment they enter the bathroom, Karma slipped his robe from her shoulders and let it pool at her feet. She could feel Taehyung's gaze trail over the expanse of her body, dark and predatory. It wasn't long before they were standing under showering water. Their hair stuck and curled against their skin, water droplets clung desperately to them. Steam swirled around them, the sourcing hot water went completely uncared for, not while Karma held her back against the wall, her leg hooked over Taehyung's shoulder, fingers tangled in his dirty blonde locks while his tongue flicked against her clit.

Worship.

They worship her like a goddess, helplessly at her mercy. Karma had to remind herself of that every once in a while. Yoongi was simply a worshiper, so was Taehyung and any other man who fell before her. They were ants and she, a giant who looks down upon them.

Her mother would be proud of the woman Karma grew up to be.

Wouldn't she?

*.✧ Kᴀʏs Eɴᴅɪɴɢ Nᴏᴛᴇs

I thought it would be nice to give a little more backstory to Karma and really begin to round out her character.

Thank you all for reading. I hope you guys enjoyed and I wish you all a wonderful day/night.

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~Kay (●'3)♡(ε'●)