Your Cruelities left permanent scars on my heart~

Week later:

A week went by and Taehyung didn't had any encounter with Jungkook, nor did he try to disturb his peaceful night by going downstairs and eavesdrop to hear the girl's nasty and eardrum hurting moans. Although those moans hurt his ears and heart in the same way but he won't mention that. He wouldn't even think of it.

A part of him always wanted to see her. But he never get to see her because of how late she came and after spending the night she was out. She didn't stay. Or maybe she did once or twice because whenever reached kitchen to make his breakfast he sometimes found two cups of coffee and two plates indicating that Jungkook had his breakfast with someone else; his girlfriend.

He hadn't seen her. There was cruel part of him which wanted to see her, but there always existed another part of himself which always denied it. He didn't want to see her. He didn't.

He didn't want to see the devil in the body of a woman who was the reason he wasn't having his ideal married life. But, if it hadn't been her than it would've been some of Jungkook’s one night stands, his hookups, his new dates, wouldn't it? Because the way Jungkook's eyes burnt with hatred whenever he stared him pointed out only one thing that he would never see Taehyung as his partner. He would never.

Where a part of Taehyung was relieved by it, there was also a part of himself which felt a huge of amount of hurt engulfing his body because of it. He doesn't even know why ? But, maybe he knew, and didn't want to admit it?

Taehyung woke up at his usual time, in a cold bed. His bed was getting colder no matter how many blankets he used to cover himself, turned on the heater, drank coffee to warm himself nothing worked. But, a small amount of warmth did come from something.

Jungkook’s shirt.

The scent that was deep in its every single thread was now starting to fade a little, but for Taehyung? It was still the same. It helped him in the same way as it helped that day to muffle his cries and sobs sitting against the wooden door of his room when Jungkook left.

It still helped him. To muffle his cries when he missed his family or- thought of how were his little dreams about his married life. How they were all ruined because of him. How his husband never came or asked him how he was doing. How they never sat and talked normally. How they didn't had those movie nights which Jimin told him about. How he wasn't there for him whenever he cried. How his every dream was shattered into pieces along with his heart.

Taehyung blinked his eyes, rubbing them for a minute before he freshened up himself and went downstairs.

Reaching his kitchen, he felt himself stopping at the threshold when there was another girl standing there, wearing the apron he just ordered for himself some days ago, making breakfast while humming to a song under her mouth.

Taehyung’s nail digged themselves into the flesh of his palm, knuckles turned white from the force, breath became heavy, eyes turning sharp and glaring.

She was standing there as it was her kitchen.

Her kitchen!

If she had Jungkook then that didn't mean she owned the right to sway her flat ass in his kitchen.

She wasn't allowed.

Taehyung closed his eyes for a moment, before he went in.

He stood in front of the counter, with his hands in his pockets, staring her with his piercing gaze.

" What are you doing here?! " Taehyung spoke up in hoarse voice, which had her jump a little in surprise, before she stared Taehyung.

She took a step back, checking Taehyung out from head to toe, with an inquiry gaze yet mocking gaze.

A smile got stretched onto her lips, eyes turning dark, " Woah! See, who do we have here, " She muttered, " Isn't it the whore who got himself tied to my boyfriend forcefully? " She said smiling, arching a brow..

Taehyung felt a pang in his chest, listening to her words. It wasn't because they were coming from her. No!

Jungkook was the one who always called him whore.

He called him whore.

Now, she was calling him whore..

That only meant one thing; Jungkook talked bad to her about him behind his back.

His husband talked bad to his girlfriend about him.

Wow. What a perfect and ideal married life he was having!.

Taehyung gulped down the lump of tears against his throat, and smiled back, teasingly. " Look, who is calling someone else a whore? " He laughed, straightening his posture, tilting his head, " aren't you the one who get yourself fucked by someone who's my husband? Huh? "

She chuckled, shaking her head, pressing the palms of her hands on the counter, " Husband? You really call yourself his husband when he considers you a fucking whore, nothing more than that. "

Taehyung nodded, shrugging, " I am a whore, I am, " He mumbled, stepping forward, and at once took his hand out of his pocket, showing his ring finger, " But see? This whore is the one who is wearing the ring of his name. I am wearing the ring of his name, not you. I am the one who he said his vows to standing in front of his family. And you? " He laughed, " You are the one who he uses to warm his bed, just a hole to get his dick warm. Nothing more. "

Taehyung saw it. Saw her whole figure trembling from the whips of his harsh and real words. Saw her figure gettinf red because of her insides boiling with anger.

A hiss of digust left past her lips, when she carded her hand through her hair and took off the apron.

Taehyung stood there, watching her.

He smiled satisfied. Satisfied from the reaction she just gave him. Before he nodded to himself smiling mumbling, " No one knows you. Remember your identity just as a bed warmer. His parents know me, as his husband. Always remember that. " He muttered in his hushed voice for the last time, his heart flapping its long wings in the air from his confidence. 

He had many things in himself of which he wasn't proud of. Many things. But, the self confidence even though it was fake which always got mustered in himself whenever he was in front of someone else who wasn't close to him, was something he could say he was proud. He was proud of himself that he never let the people who died and urged to see his vulnerable side, see it. He never let them.

Even when his heart was being tattered, their words were reaching the deepest parts of his heart as daggers, he feeling himself bleeding from inside, he was feeling himself turning into hollow man, he never let himself break down. He never.

When he turned his back at her, he was stopped by her standing in front of him, smiling.

" What's the rush, huh? " She said softly, " We are not done yet, little one. "

Taehyung laughed, stepping back, with a slight shake of his head. " What's more? Want to listen more about your real place in this house? "

Taehyung saw her tilting her head, with a smile covering her lips, as he closed the door of the kitchen, locking it.

That's where Taehyung felt his heart sinking. Something nasty coiled itself around his stomach, as he saw her taking a knife in her hand.

His heart hammed against his chest. Throat getting dry.

He blinked his eyes at her, " What the fuck are you trying to do?"

She tilted her head, smiling widely, " Showing you your real place in this house, and remind you who Kookie, actually belongs to. " She mumbled, as she pressed the knife against her arm, staring deeply in Taehyung’s eyes, " Lets see if wearing the ring of someone's name means more, " She breathed out, digging the tip of the knife, keeping her eyes focused on Taehyung who was almost on the verge of losing her breath, " Or...being in someone's heart means more. "

She completed her sentence, drawing a little cut on her lower exposed arm, smiling, before she threw knife on the floor blindlessly.

" See, Whore, let me teach you a lesson, " She whispered, " ...so that you'll never dare to talk to me like this. "

She smiled, and then suddenly, Taehyung didn't even get time to process when he saw streams of tears leaving her eyes, her hands blindllessly messing up her hair, as she ran and brought herself closer to Taehyung, wailing, and held his hands tightly, screaming;

" Jungkook! Jungkook! Baby! Come and save me! " She yelled, sobbing, that left too tongue tied to speak and make himself act according to the situation. " JUNGKOOK! HE'S HURTING ME! COME BABY-" She sobbed, " BABY COME AND SAVE ME FROM THIS MONSTER! "

Taehyung stood there stuck. Numb. Mind blank. Heart ruining itself against his ribs. Only one thing he could feel was she holding his hands tightly, and running them through her hair to mess them, with tears soaking her cheeks.

Taehyung was brought into the situation, when he heard Jungkook knocking on the door of the kitchen harshly.

Taehyung immediately pushed her back, lightly. He didn't push hardly enough to have her stumble back and hit her head on the floor.

Breathing heavily, he ran and opened the door, eager to explain the situation to Jungkook before than her.. But, as soon as the door opened, Jungkook stormed in and ran towards her girlfriend laying on the floor straight, crying.

Even Taehyung could tell it didn't seem like she was acting. It didn't.

Jungkook immediately kneeled in front of her, and helped her stand. Once she was standing on her feet, Jungkook immediately wrapped his arms behind her and placed her head on his chest.

Jungkook’s eyes moved all over her body worriedly, looking for any injury and at last landed on the cut on her arm. His gaze turned soft, as he stared it.

He held her arm gently, " Who- who did it? " He asked her gently, and Taehyung felt like crying.

He never saw him like this.

Never saw him behaving this calm and soft with someone.

Never saw this warm and hearty emotions covering his eyes.

He never got to see it..

She sniffled loudly against his chest, staring Taehyung as her head was placed on Jungkook’s chest who was straightly standing in front of Taehyung, " Your husband. He- he did it, Koo- kookie. "

Taehyung frowned, glaring her, mouth agape in surprise when Jungkook’s stared him with cold eyes and hardened jaw.

Jungkook gritted his teeth. " Why the fuck are you lying. I- I would never- "

" Taehyung- " Jungkook spoke up, " ...you would get yourself low enough to hurt a girl- "

Taehyung’s hand trembled from anger. He breathed heavily, as he stepped closer to Jungkook who had his arms wrapped around his girlfriend, protectively, who's body was still shaking in his embrace from sobbing.

" I didn't hurt her. " He breathed out, " I didn't hurt her, I swear. I would never hurt a girl, never. And why would I even hurt this bitch- "

" Stop! Fucking call her bitch and I swear I'll forget that I am not supposed to hurt someone who my parents handed to me without even my choice. " Jungkook gritted out.

Taehyung stared him for a while, biting his inner cheeks to lower down the fire of anger burning inside him.

Before he could say something, Jungkook’s girlfriend spoke up, taking her face out of Jungkook’s neck and facing him, who immediately cupped her cheeks.

" He- he tra- trapped me, Kook. He- he called me a bed wa- warmer and- and took the kni- knife say- saying who- whores- "

" SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU FUCKING BITCH! " Taehyung yelled, thrashing his arms in the air, with his face turning red from rage running in his veins at the moment.

Jungkook hissed, biting his lips, turning his face to face Taehyung, who stepped himself a tiny bit closer.

" I didn't. Jeon, I would never hurt- "

Jungkook stared him, " You called her a bed warmer? "

And Taehyung nodded, " I did, because she was the one who was insulting me in the first place! She started it! She took the knife and hurt herself! I didn't do anything! "

Jungkook chuckled, hugging his girlfriend close to him, " So, you're telling me she hurt herself from a knife? Yeah?" He asked and Taehyung nodded, which only made him laugh.

He tched, shaking his head, before Jungkook heard his girlfriend saying something more.

" He- he held my hands so tight. Se- see, " She sobbed, showing Jungkook her wrists, which had marks on it and some little scratches.

Taehyung stared her wrists in disbelief. He ran his hand through his hair, before running upto to her, muttering; " BITCH! I didn't do anything!. But, now I won't fucking leave until I actually hurt you and take the blame! " He almost yelled coming upto her but was stopped in the middle when he felt something harsh landing on his face, which made him stumble back and hit his head against the counter placed nearby.

His head went dizzy for a second, along with his vision getting blurry becuase his head hit itself against the corner of the counter. His head moved back and forth in the air for a second, when his consciousness returned to him, along with a throbbing pain which welcomed him.

He opened his eyes for a moment, getting himself return to full consciousness when he felt blood coming out from his cheek when Jungkook just slapped him, and the corner of his head, tickling down and moving down to his cheek.

Jungkook always wore rings. Heavy ones. Taehyung always saw them. He actually loved them in his strong long and thick fingers. But, he would get to feel them like this. He never thought or even imagined.

His heart was already shattered. But then, why was the voice of his heart shattering into more pieces echoing in Taehyung’s head?

Taehyung couldn't get.

The only he knew was that, he just got hit by his own husband just because of the fake act his girlfriend played.

Just because of the lie said to him by his girlfriend.

His stomach shrinked. His legs and arms felt lifeless, as his heart was feeling nothing but pain covering it from every single side.

Taehyung gulped down the storm of tears that formed against his throat, and with his wobbly legs and trembling hands got himself stand on his feet, hissing a little.

Before he stared at Jungkook and his girlfriend, who was staring him with a satisfied and mocking smile covering her lips with tears still running down her cheek, sniffling repeatedly while rubbing her cheek against Jungkook’s shirt.

Taehyung just saw Jungkook’s mouth letting out a gasp of surprise when he saw almost half of the face of Taehyung covered with blood, before he sent a glare to both of them, and faced Jungkook,

" I promise, you'll pay for this, husband. " He mumbled under his breath, staring Jungkook before he ran out of Jungkook’s sight, not even allowing them to see the streams and streams of tears which covered his eyes coming from the deepest corners of his heart, becoming the result of the pain and hurt which was felt by his heart, wetting his cheeks as he went and closed the door of his room behind himself.

He chin trembled, as he let out those heart-rending feeling, feeling the blood tickling upto his neck, touching and stinging his skin like an acid. Falling on his heart like the small needles digging themselves into his heart and tattering it into pieces on purpose, not even caring about the sobs leaving his lips.

He rubbed his eyes, feeling blood covering his hand, as his whole body trembled from the acknowledgement. The acknowledgement of his husband hurting him. For what? His girlfriend.

He cried. And cried.

Until, something snapped in his head, and he got himself up on his wobbly and trembling legs, running into the bathroom stumbling on the way, letting out heavy breaths.

His bath tub was filled with cold water. He tested the temperature of the water with his finger tip and felt his the tremble of his hands and body increasing becuase of it.

It was the month of October in America, and the water was filled in the tub from last night.

Taehyung closed his eyes for a moment, before he sat himself at the edge of cold bathtub which sent tingles and rose goosebumps all over his body from the coldness.

He let out a shaky breath, his eyes screw shut with his bottom lip trapped in his front teeth. With his tears still falling, he let himself fall into the cold water, letting his body freeze.

That's what he always did. Always. Whenever he wanted to numb himself to the feeling, numb his mind, stop the tremble of his body, and shivering his heart. Especially, to stop himself from to the listening to the sobs that his heart let out, the throbbing pain which he felt in every part of himself, he always used this method to escape. To run. To let his mind forget the reality..

His tears still fell underwater. His mouth even being closed, left little cries. His heart still wailed siting on its knees. Until, he felt nothing, and darkness took over his mind. Unconsciousness took him. Helped him escape. Helped him stop hurting. Helped his self from falling deep and deep into miserablity and vulnerability.