Save Me

50

7 YEARS LATER

Taehyung sat on the edge of his bed, fixing the cuffs of his suit as he waited for Laila to finish up in the bathroom. He checked the watch on his wrist and let out a sigh before leaning back on his hands, staring at the bathroom door.

After his success in Italy all those years ago, Taehyung's popularity skyrocketed. More and more people wanted his artwork and now Kim Taehyung was a name most knew.

He wasn't the only one in the relationship to become successful. Laila was now a famous fashion designer, as she found her talent throughout college, and she always had a gift box in the mail from some fashion brand.

That didn't mean they got there without any troubles. They still receive racist and prejudiced comments without reason. But they kept their heads high and pushed through it all, and now they were a power couple that most people adored or envied.

"Baby, let's go!" Taehyung groans, his head falling back.

"Just a sec!" Laila shouts back, and he heard some rummaging before the door swung open.

Taehyung's head rolled to the side to see her and when he did, his mouth dropped and his pupils dilated. She was wearing a tight, lavender colored satin dress that hugged her curves and held a low v-cut.

"My eyes are up here, lover boy," she teases, gripping his chin and lifting his face.

Taehyung's teeth sink into his lower lip as he looks up at her, his hands reaching out to smooth over her waist. He guided her down onto his lap and her arms naturally wounded around his neck, and he kissed her hungrily as his hand creeped towards her zipper.

"Taehyung!" she gasps, pushing at his chest.

"What?" he smirks, lip gloss smeared all over his lips as he leans back on his hands again.

"I spent almost two hours getting ready, you are not ruining my look," she chastices, sliding off his lap.

Taehyung grins and slaps her ass as she walks back to the bathroom, and she only swings her hips more in response. When the door shut again, he fell back onto the mattress and smiled up at the ceiling, his heart racing beneath his hand.

When they finally arrived at Taehyung's gallery, one that was filled with paintings and drawings that he had created himself, they were bombarded with people asking for pictures or baby artists asking desperately for tips. Jungkook and Rosie made it there sometime later, and they all stayed for Taehyung's big event until going back to the elder's house for dinner.

"I can't believe you're getting married in two weeks!" Laila exclaims to Rosie.

"I know," Rosie beams, looking at Jungkook who was busy in conversation with Taehyung. "I can't believe I get to marry him."

Jungkook suddenly looks over and smiles at her before reluctantly looking back at Taehyung, and Rosie blushes as she turns back to a smirking Laila. Rosie slaps the older girl's arm before grabbing her plate, and Laila followed her towards the table with a giggle.

"To Taehyung," Jungkook grins, raising his glass. "I'm proud of you, bro."

"Thanks," Taehyung laughs, his ears turning red as they clinked their glasses together.

After a dinner full of laughter, story telling, and much more, they decided to clean up. Rosie was starting to get nervous and kept close to Jungkook, and the ravenette hugged her from behind to stop her anxious pacing.

"Just tell them, baby," he whispers in her ear, and she could feel him smiling.

Rosie nods, placing her hands on top of Jungkook's before clearing her throat loudly, and she smiles sheepishly when the older couple turned towards her.