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╔.▪.═══════════════╗CHAPTER TWO• sʟᴇᴇᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ •

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Waking up to moans was nothing new to you. Sunmi would come over almost every morning to hook up with Taehyung and she loved screaming his name.

There's no way he makes her feel that good. She just loves to rub it in my face like if I'm supposed to care.

You walked into the kitchen and put a slice of bread into the toaster. You took out the jam and a plate, placing them on the island table. You looked up when Sunmi walked into the kitchen wearing one of Taehyung's big t-shirts.

"Good morning." You greeted.

"Good morning indeed." She pushed herself up on the island and sat on it. "God, Taehyung makes me feel so good."

"I bet." You answered unenthusiastically as you spread the jam on your toast.

"He's just so amazing. He knows what he's doing, he knows what I love, he knows what drives me-"

"Sunmi, please." Taehyung walked in, his cheeks a light tint of pink.

Sunmi smirked and grabbed your toast, taking a bite of it.

"Please, help yourself." You answered and rolled your eyes.

You walked out of the kitchen, but Taehyung stopped you just outside the kitchen door.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Oh, nothing. Just your slut eating my breakfast." You retorted. "This isn't her house. She can't just come in here and act like she owns the place."

"I'm sorry. I'll talk to her about that. I'll tell her it's making you jealous." He teased.

"I'm not jealous." You argued. "I just want to be able to eat my toast peacefully. Oh, and not hear about how good you do her."

"To me it sounds like you're jealous about the 'doing her' part."

"Then you're listening wrong, buddy." You tapped his shoulder before turning to walk away, but he grabbed your wrist and pushed you against the nearest wall—his arms next to you, trapping you.

Your breath hitched at the sudden action. You both looked at each other for a moment before you broke the silence.

"Is trapping me against something a habit now?" You asked and he smirked.

"I'm going out tonight. Business. Don't wait up." He said as a joke knowing you never wait up for him.

"Won't be too hard. I cherish my sleep." You answered.

A light chuckle was heard from him as he bit his bottom lip.

Why does he look so good doing that?

"Taehyung!" Sunmi whined from the kitchen.

Taehyung kept his gaze on you, ignoring his whiny mistress. You rolled your eyes at him and pushed him away.

Taehyung let out a small laugh as he saw you walking away.

• • • •

"The shipment will be arriving tonight. I've already told Jin to go and get it when it arrives. You will be meeting with Mr. Kang and giving the money. He can be an asshole, Tae, so you have to keep your patience on check." His father informed him.

"I don't have much patience, you know that. I think you should ask Namjoon."

"You are my son and my underboss. You are the one that'll be taking over when I'm gone, so learn to control that patience and attitude of yours or it will get you nowhere, but at the cemetery—six feet under." His father warned.

"Dohyun, start the car," Taehyung ordered. "We're going to Aura."

• • • •

The club lights hit Taehyung as he walked in—the lights making his golden skin turn purple, pink, red, and all the colors the club changed into. Naked women dancing on poles and men everywhere snorting that wonderful powder drug they loved so much.

"Taehyung! Please, sit down." Mr. Kang stood up from the leather couch he was sitting on, motioning towards Taehyung to join him at the table.

"The shipment arrived well?" He asked.

"Yes. I just received a call from Jin. Everything's perfect." Taehyung answered.

Taehyung motioned to Dohyun to come over to them. Dohyun placed a black bag on the table and retrieved himself. Mr. Kang opened the bag and ruffled through it.

"Is it all?" He questioned and Taehyung nodded.

"Great. It's always a pleasure doing business with you."

After too many drinks, Taehyung excused himself from the club and walked back to the car. Mr. Kang wolf whistled at the two girls who were dancing on the poles in front of the table and they walked down to where he was.

"Show my man a good time." Mr. Kang ordered.

They walked out of the club and to Taehyung's car.Taehyung was dazed when the girls opened his car door and climbed in. A smirk appeared on his lips and he began kissing them.

• • • •

"And everything is fine? He treats you well?" Your mother interrogated.

"Everything is fine, mom. Stop worrying so much." You answered.

"I know I agreed to this arranged marriage, but I still want to know if he's treating my daughter well. Do you get along?"

"We get along more now than a month ago."

Your mom stayed quiet for a moment before blurting out, "Don't fall in love, Y/N."

You furrowed your eyebrows at your mothers' sudden words.

"It's just," She thought for a moment before proceeding. "You can't fall for a mafia member. Their days are numbered."

"Don't worry, mom. I said we're getting along not that I'm falling in love."

• • • •

After your nightly routine, you sat on the couch as you blew the liquid in your mug waiting for your coffee to cool down a bit.

The front door opened and you heard Taehyung's heavy footsteps. He entered the living room and looked at you. He had faint red lipstick smudges on his cheek, neck, and lips.

"Look who waited up for me." He chuckled.

His slurred words could only mean he was drunk. He walked over to the couch and propped himself next to you.

"Actually I just wasn't tired, but here," You handed him your mug. "Seems you need this more than I do."

He took the mug and took a few sips from it.

"Do you wanna know what I did tonight?" He asked you.

"Not really." Was your answer since you knew what had happened before he arrived home, but he told you anyway.

"I was with strippers and the only thing I could think about is how I wanted their lips to be yours."

What? Did I just hear him correctly?

"And I don't know why. Even in my drunken state, it doesn't make sense to me."

"Okay, let's go." You grabbed the mug and placed it back on the table.

"Where are we going?"

"To bed." You lowered yourself to wrap his arm around your neck and you pulled him up. "You're obviously super drunk."

You struggled walking up the stairs and to his room since his weight was slumped on you—Taehyung not helping you what so ever.

You sat him on the edge of the bed and grabbed a makeup wipe to remove the lipstick stains on him. You were so close to him that you could smell the alcohol he drank and his cologne mixed together.

You were about to remove your hand from him when he wrapped his hand around your wrist.

Another one of his habits.

"What?"

He started at you for a second and then let go of you, "Nothing."

You laid him back on the bed, but his arm wrapped tightly around you making you fall along with him—on top of him.

Your elbows pressed against the mattress were helping you avoid being any closer. Not that there was much space left. If you moved the slightest, the possibility of your lips touching his was very high.

This happens in real life? I thought it only happened in stories.

You tried to get up, but Taehyung only wrapped his arms around your waist tighter.

"Taehyung!" You whined.

"Sleep with me." He spoke.

"What?"

"Sleep here. With me. I always sleep hugging a pillow, but I don't think that'll be enough tonight."

A small laugh fell from your lips and you tried to get off of him again.

"I don't think s- ah!"

Taehyung turned you both around so he was on top now.

"Please?" He pouted.

You rolled your eyes and finally answered, "Fine."

He got off you and laid next to you. You turned to your side, your back facing him, and started falling asleep after a few minutes, but an arm wrapping around your body woke you.

"What are you doing?" You whispered, not turning around since you knew his head was behind yours.

"I told you I always sleep hugging a pillow, but that's not enough." He whispered back, his breath hitting the side of your face.

You silently took a deep breath and exhaled. Your body was tense and you tried your best to relax. Being this close to Taehyung made you feel weird and that feeling was different.

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Hmm...