BIRTHDAY

"You love her, don't you?" He asks, a small smile playing on his edges while Jimin's eyes shoot out in surprise. The lump from his mouth travelled to his throat as he gulped in harshly. His eyes locked with Namjoon's dark gaze as they both stared at each other.

He knew… he could read the eyes of Jimin. And the way Jimin acted… showed how much he loves you. Maybe he loved you…

Instead of answering, Jimin gets up and leaves the place. Jimin knew it was wrong, it was disrespectful to leave like that but he couldn't control himself. Anyone knowing his secret, his love for his best friend's wife… ex-wife was wrong. He felt Namjoon was invading his privacy, breaking the boundaries.

While Namjoon's lips formed a pout. He messed up. He now realised that it was wrong of him to speak and question Jimin like that. He had no right to invade his territory and ask.

Jungkook's flight landed in Daegu and as expected, he was on the radar of Kim Taehyung's men. Not only Jungkook but everyone, each of them was under Taehyung's observation. Every step of them was known to Taehyung and he couldn't help but laugh at the foolishness of those four people. 

'How stupid people can be sometimes!' He chuckles as he gets information about how Jungkook tried and noted about his house's settings. 

"Junghyeon… increase the security by twenty men when I announce. Keep them ready, I'll need them soon," He smirks while his eyes shone in fun.

It would be fun to watch Jungkook and other pets of yours die. Their reactions would be worth watching when they arrive again and see the security increased. 

Birthday

"Happy birthday to you… happy birthday dear, y/n… happy birthday my love," Taehyung sings with his sleepy yet clear voice while his eyes shine in pure happiness as you stir in sleep. His lips formed a pout as he watched you shifting and opening your eyes. 

Seeing Taehyung in your room at midnight, you scoot away by instinct.

No one should come near… no one should touch me…

Your breathing gets uneven as you stare at him in the dark while the lit candles decorate his face. His honey skin shines in the light as you control your heart which thumped so fast in fear.

Just kill me if you want… don't scare me like this!

"Happy birthday, honey," he greets you as you sigh. Stretching his hand towards your form, he asks you to wish for something.

'Grant me a death without worrying my people…'

As you wish and flush out the candles, he smiles at you in the dark and lights up the lamps.  Your eyes squint a little before you open them fully. Taehyung wore a black turtleneck cloth piece and he matched it with the soft material of black jeans, indicating he had just come back from work. He parted his few hair to one side, allowing them to adorn his cheekbone while he tied his left mess in a man bun. 

You never noticed his features, you never wished to. But as far as you understand men which you hardly do, you accept that Taehyung was handsome. Despite the work he did, the mass of people he killed, the number of times he held you with his blood painted hands… he was beautiful. 

But what's the point of looking beautiful when you have the darkest heart… when you only care about your obsession and not about others?

The fact that you still hate him doesn't change…

{Man!! All I wish is to be someone's obsession lol... I am like- Please make me your priority}

"I hope this year goes great for you…" he smiles, and urges you to cut the cake while you stare at the thing in your lap. It was home-baked. And it looked messy, indicating Taehyung might have tried to bake. You sighed hearing his pleas to cut the cake and just when you slice it down and take a bite of it, he wiggles in joy. 

Although he wishes to get fed by you, he accepted the rejection when you didn't. 

"I'm… sleepy," you stutter and by shifting to the other side of the bed, you lay down. Your back faced his body while he understood that you were still scared. 

For the entire day, Taehyung occupied your room whenever he got a chance. He wanted to make sure that you don't feel alone on your best day, not realising he was the reason you were alone. And as expected you kept on ignoring his presence. You couldn't even throw him of the room, he didn't budge at your requests. And as much as you were waiting to cut your vein, he was waiting for those four fools to knock on the door. 

He was a little sure that they would be coming for you tonight… to give you freedom as a gift for your birthday. But he also knew that every person is a smart a*s in your life, especially Namjoon.

Taehyung made you wear a dress he bought for god knows how many dollars. Gladly, he didn't bring any revealing piece to choke you to death. The dress was floral printed, coloured with yellow gold while the shoulders had puffy sleeves reaching up to your mid-arm, and the length reaching below your knees exposing your scars. The scars which remind you of the horrible incident, the scars which scare you every time you look at them. 

"Let's have dinner. And then we can go for a long drive and I might hand you the present I bought. What do you say?" He asks as he takes your hand forcefully in his palm. You didn't reply to his question which annoyed him somewhere. But considering it's your birthday, he let you do that. 

He walks down the stairs, taking you along with his large body while you stumble a few times due to his pace. He was practically dragging you but little slowly. As he pulls the chair out for you, your trembling figure seats in. While he takes his seat. His dark eyes keep checking you out as he smiles to himself at how pretty you looked in that dress. 

It was specifically designed for you… the dress has 'Tae' inscribed where your sibs settled…

He would have shown you and smiled to himself, shyly if you were happy with everything. But he didn't.

The table was set up with more dishes than needed for two people, making your stomach upset just by seeing it. You squirm in your seat while the chef serves you. Your opinion and statement don't matter as long as Taehyung wants you to eat something.

You didn't eat everything and you felt bad because the food is gonna get wasted. You were getting furious with every second passing due to his behaviour. You hate when someone wastes food and Taehyung was one of them. 

To avoid his long drive suggestion you make an excuse of not feeling well to which he understands and doesn't force you. Running to your room, you immediately lock it down. You slump down the door, your eyes tearing up with the toxicity surrounding you. 

You hated yourself too…

Your eyes land on the dress as you tear it open, not minding the expensiveness it held. You sit on the cold floor, your bare back resting on the door surface as you stare at the bed blankly. Your lingerie was as dark as your soul, devoid of any colour. And as much as you hated yourself, you wished there was any reason… any one reason to stay alive.

Jungkook… Jungkook was the reason but you can't put him in danger for your stay on earth. 

"Just hold on a little more, love," Jungkook whispers as his eyes keep checking every step of the man in the front gate. He didn't want to take any risk with your life. And he will make sure that you are out of this mess even if he dies. 

He was waiting for midnight, the other three were waiting for midnight. And yes, Taehyung was waiting too.

Your weak body falls asleep on the tough ground. Taehyung would have come to your bedroom and kept you company if he wasn't busy with the planning of welcoming events for your lovers. 

"Let the game begin," he smirks, chewing his invisible gum as he watches the CCTV camera concentrate.  

Four hours later

It was past midnight and the clock's hour hand was about to brush two. Taehyung's eyes were getting heavy as he yawned a little. He was sleepy and he would have gone to bed, knowing there are more than fifty men on alert to handle your loved ones but he didn't want to take the risk. He can't take risks when it comes to you. 

He gets up and walks up to the bar counter, lounging in the corner of his workroom as he pours himself a beer shot. The room was as silent as the body inside the grave with only sounds of the liquor pouring in the glass. 

*Thud*

A quick and sharp noise surrounds the room as he turns around instantly, strolling to his desk and leaning to inspect the camera. None. There was nothing. No one died, no one moved.

'How's that possible?' He mumbled, checking every angle possible. Chugging the bitter, burning drink down his throat he replays the footage. 

And there it was.

"Smart enough, huh?" He smirks, seeing Namjoon shoving ciders in one of his man's mouths. Till now, he has made more than three people unconscious. And the thump sound came when one of his men tried to fight. 

"Smart enough, huh?" He smirks, seeing Namjoon shoving ciders in one of his man's mouths. Till now, he has made more than three people unconscious. And the thump sound came when one of his men tried to fight. 

Pulling his gun out of his waist, he plays with the trigger point. His fingers work on the call button as he informs his men about Namjoon's and the other three's positions.

"One is on the left gate of the backyard, beware of him… he's hand is full of ciders. The other is on the opposite side of the road keeping an eye on the front gate. The two of them are trying to make their way to the light board of the backyard. Make sure each of them is covered by five of you. Every gate must be surrounded by ten people. No more, no less… Any indication of losing any men… inform me immediately. Now cut it off," he instructs everyone and by shutting down the laptop he walks outside his room. 

His gaze lands on your room for once before he cracks his neck and walks up to the living room. He waits for more than half an hour for his men to drag the people inside and when they bring them, he couldn't help but laugh at their foolishness. 

"Welcome! Welcome! Welcome! It's nice to see you all on her birthday," he smirks, playing with the trigger point of the gun. While all the four of them wiggled in the arms of his men. They were about to sneak Inside only if that one person didn't push Namjoon and create sound. Everything was going according to plan except their knowledge that Taehyung was watching them.

Jungkook's furious gaze pierced Taehyung's playing shot as they both stared at each other with anger fuming through their glare. Taehyung's eyes showed how jealous he was of Jungkook while Jungkook's showed pure disgust towards the Mafia.

"So now… tell me who would like to die first? I mean someone has to be first, right?" His playful tone makes everyone puke out of loathing as they all curse at him with everything. 

"Okay!! So no one?" He questions after waiting for a few more minutes. And in his own game of killing all the people who wish to take you away from him, he forgets about your trauma.

"Bring her down! Inform her that her lovers are here," he laughs, getting up and walking to them. While the helper runs upstairs to reach you as fast as possible. She knew she would die if she took any longer. She didn't want to die, no one would want to. As she knocks on your door, you shake in your sleep. The loud thumpings make you get up in surprise. 

"Kill us If you want! Please don't bring her down… she won't be able to keep up!" They all growled, making Taehyung pass a sinister laugh.

"Y/n!! Y/n!!" She calls, her heart banging louder in her ribs as she waits for you to open the door. Her loud, panicking voice indicated something was wrong and it scared you. 

Grabbing the nearest top and bottom wear you had, you open the door only to welcome the worst nightmare.  

"They are here. And… and… he's wishing to kill… kill all of them. He… wants you down right now," she stutters in fear as her heartaches in misery. Anyone would have cried seeing your life. 

You were going to lose each of them… all at once!

First your mom because of you… then your dad because of your carelessness… and now them!

In real, you were the real murderer… you killed so many people and the only ones who you loved...

You felt the floor escaping beneath your feet as your body loses balance. The helper was sharp enough to hold your heating figure as she realised you have a fever once again. Your body shook in her hand as she held you for a few seconds.

"Y/n!" His sharp, loud voice echoes down the house reaching your room as you shake in fear again. The helper wipes the lone tear beneath her gaze as she looks at you. She would do anything if you ask her but at the same time, she knows there is no way to escape from Taehyung. 

I beg you… I beg you… please save them!

You remove her hold and by taking one faulty step ahead, you walk out of the room. Your face hardens as every emotion waves out of your form. The tear bags were out of stock as you walked down the stairs. 

The y/n they were going to see is the dead one… and gladly, it was a dead body rather than a crying, weak one…

"Here is my wife,"

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And here's my double update😌...

Enjoy!!