Blood Lust | K.Th./V

I - 25

To Baekhyun:

Sorry, I'm not home. Nor do I want to be.

I shook my head, placing my phone over my belly, screen down as Taehyung called my name once again to catch my attention.

"Rei. Who was that?"

"Just a friend." I mumbled, stretching my limbs as Taehyung stilled behind his desk as he was finishing the last file.

"I could tell that. But who is he?" He stared at me, waiting for his answer with an eyebrow raised.

"Why do you want to know? I am allowed to have friends, Taehyung." I sighed, laying back on the couch.

He didn't say anything else but I could sense he was a little angry by the way he kept on gripping the pen like it tried to get away from him. He finally closed the file and placed it back into the drawer, fatigue taking over him as he placed his hands on the desk and let his head fall on top of them.

Another ding made me jump a little and I picked up the phone to see another message.

From Unknown:

Hi, love. How are you doing? I miss you.

I furrowed my brows at the weird text and tried to delete it as soon as I could but I failed as Taehyung quickly swapped the phone out of my grasp to read it out loud. My heart rate increased as I saw his face darken.

"Tae, I can explain." I jumped to speak, getting up from the couch.

"Please do." His voice was serious and low as he walked closer.

"Lately, I've been getting these texts..." I trailed off, anxious to tell him about it.

"And you kept this from me because..." He raised a brow, stopping right in front of me. He pressed his hand on my hip and slid it up until it got to the back of my head, gripping my hair in his tight hold. He yanked it backward harshly as he got closer to my face, our noses brushing against each other and the air in the room seemed to disappear. "Who is he, Re?" He demanded.

"I don't know." I whispered, lifting my hands to grip them into his shirt. "Tae, you know I wouldn't cheat on you." I looked him in the eyes as he smirked and slowly inched in, closing the gap between us.

It wasn't a sweet and caring kiss, it was possessive and hungry as his grip in my hair tightened, making me whimper against his lips. He didn't waste any more time and bit my lip harshly and I could taste the blood myself but that didn't stop him from slipping his tongue into my mouth and sucking the air out of my lungs. I gripped onto his shirt tighter as his free hand made its way on my hip, squeezing harshly and most probably leaving a bruise under his touch. When he sensed I was out of air, he pulled back and smiled sweetly before he let go of my hair, tucking a strand behind my ear as he pecked my lips one more time.

"Alright, I believe you," He nodded, "but next time, don't keep things from me." He brought a hand to my cheek to caress it gently as I stood there with wide eyes.

"I-I won't." I stuttered and cleared my throat to regain my courage.

"Let's go home." He took my hand after he made sure he didn't forget anything.

The walk towards my apartment was silent, the only sounds that filled the air were the noises the slightly drunk college student were making as they made their way to find some more alcohol. As I was approaching my building, I tried calling Aotaki but there was no answer. Of course, it wasn't. She never answered my calls on purpose. I sighed again as I put my phone back into my pocket and took the elevator, pressing the second floor. The ride was short and soon, the doors slid open and we were now in front of my door.

I was praying to all Gods that Chanyeol wouldn't be there because a. it would be awkward and most likely gross to walk in on them going at it, and b. someone might get hurt if Chanyeol were to see me with Taehyung after his threat. I unlocked the door and slowly opened it. Quiet. I sighed relieved as I pushed the door open further and walked inside.

Taehyung made his way towards the couch and jumped on it as he took the remote to turn on the tv while I locked the door. I called Aotaki's name and a groan was heard from her room. She slammed open the door and lazily walked towards Taehyung.

"Hey, Aotaki. How's it going?" He smiled at her as he patted the seat next to him, motioning for her to take it.

"What do you want?" She hissed, looking out the window.

"We need to talk to you. It's about Jimin." I said as I sat in front of them, on the coffee table.

She snapped her head our way as his name came up, anger visible in her eyes.