✔ SENSORY LOVER II: JJK

7: Invitation to Hell

Grabbing your coat and wrapping it around your body, you made your way to the top floor leaving Taehyung frozen by the kitchen table.

You stood in front of the door of his suite for what felt like forever, contemplating whether you being there at ten something in the evening on your pajamas was the right thing and totally normal.

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Who are you kidding?

Of course it's not normal.

You were about to turn around when your phone rang again.

He didn't even made you say anything but just blurted right after you pushed the answer button.

"The door is unlock, come straight to my office now."

Guess you had no choice then.

You wrapped your coat tighter to your frame, hugging yourself at the process as you swang open the door.

There it was again.

The feeling of entering a lion's den.

Just like before, the whole area was dark and the only light illuminating was under the threshold of his office.

You closed the door behind you and made your way towards his office.

"Come in," he said right after you knocked.

You slowly entered the office, closing the door behind and when you finally turned expecting to see him sitting on his chair, your heart skipped as he was already standing in front of you wearing a loose sweatpants and a simple white tee.

His hands were both inside his pants' pockets while he eyed you close to him.

He stepped forward and you had to step backwards to keep a safe distance, something about his aura was giving you the creeps.

A silent thud sounded in the room just as your back pressed on the door behind you.

You were trapped in between the wooden door and his steaming body.

"I didn't know you weren't single anymore," his voice was low, shaking in some ways as if he was restraining something inside him.

Your eyes widen at his statement, your head voluntarily looked up at him only realizing how really close he was this time. You could feel his breath fanning your own lips.

"No, you're wr--."

"How old is the kid? Three?"

You were trembling, you wanted to explain everything but he was mad. Too mad to listen to you, to even give you enough time to speak for yourself.

He chuckled sarcastically, throwing his head to look at the side exposing his Adam's apple.

He was sweating.

"You didn't even wait for a year before you f*ck someone else."

You were so taken by what he just said, words wouldn't come out from your dry mouth, instead you just felt your own hand flew on the air and landed on his solid face.

It hurt a little like electricity just flew from your palms throughout your whole body, but that sting was nothing compared to the pain engulfing your heart at the moment.

How could he be so stupid?

Tears just made their way down your cheeks, like a faucet left open they didn't stop streaming even though you could feel your whole body going numb and trembling already.

It was getting hard to breath, your chest was tightening as if someone was squeezing it into nothing.

He was blinded by his false accusations that he didn't saw how hurt you were, instead he went on with his plan.