Even if You're With Him ✔

Chapter 3

We stayed in silence for a few minutes enjoying each other's warmth and comfort before Taehyung decides to speak. "Do you want to talk about what happened today?" He asks cautiously.

I tighten my hold on him and let him bring me closer to his warmth. "They're pushing forward with my wedding to Jungkook," I say softly. 

His jaw clenches and he clears his throat, "Your father told me in the car," he states roughly. "You have no idea how much I just wanted to get the hell out of the vehicle when he mentioned it."

My hands cup his face and bring him to face me. "Baby, you know I will never allow my family to go through with the wedding. Kookie and I already talked about it. We agreed not to let our families go through with such a stupid idea."

He pulls away from me and sits up with a scowl on his face once I mention Jungkook. "Kookie? Of course, leave it to your Kookie to fix everything for you like he always does," he says as he crosses his arms and rolls his eyes.

I chuckle at his childish behavior. "You don't like the name Kookie?" I ask teasingly.

"No, not when you don't even bother giving me cute nicknames," he whines.

I look at him in disbelief at his outburst, because I most certainly have called him by cute nicknames. "I called you Tae Tae once and you ignored me."

"You said it while I was working. My co-workers teased me for two months after you said that," he argued back with a pout. "I can't scare people off and take bullets for you if I'm Tae Tae in public."

My gaze focuses on him with complete admiration as he continues throwing a tantrum. If I told anyone that the scary, intimidating bodyguard that will shoot someone without batting an eyelash is actually a big baby, they would think I'm nuts. This is my favorite side of him. It's the side of him I'm the only one allowed to witness, and it brings me pride that I'm the one who brings it out of him.

My arms reach for him to bring him back down to me so we can embrace each other once again as I already miss his warmth. "Okay, you win. Right here behind closed doors you're Tae Tae. Got it?" He nods with pride and presses his lips on my forehead before bringing me closer to his body. "I still don't see what your problem with Jungkook is. He actually really likes you. He's so nice to you and always takes your side in arguments you and I have-"

"He also likes touching you every chance he gets. Massaging your neck when you're working, and not to mention you two used to date," Taehyung says interrupting me.

"That's just how Jungkook is. He's very touchy with everyone, and that was just a summer fling we had. Everyone is really making a big deal out of the three months he and I dated," I say slightly irritated.

Taehyung responds with a frown as he sinks further into my sheets. "You took each other's virginities. It was obviously more than just a fling if you were sleeping together."

I rolled my eyes at his act of jealousy. "We were young and stupid, okay? We were curious if there was something between us and by the end of summer we concluded that we are better off as friends. You know this. I've told you this. A couple of months after we broke up he met Jimin and they've been happy ever since," I explain once again while bringing his hands with mine. "Then I met you, and although the first year I was under your care I hated you, you and I are here now together. I couldn't have asked for a better outcome from our rivalry." I plant small kisses on his fingertips and turn to look at Taehyung to see that he has a look of guilt on his face.

"I'm sorry, baby. I know where I stand in your life. I'm just scared that with each passing day I get closer and closer to losing you. I know Jungkook means a lot to you, and he's your best friend, but every time I see him it's like I can already picture you exchanging vows. I'll try harder to be nice to him. I promise," he says as he holds his pinky up for me to take.

Linking our pinkies together I pull him towards me to give him a small peck and we embrace each other once again after he turns off my bedside lamp. "Don't think to much into the wedding. Jungkook and I have been pushing it back for the past two years, and we'll continue doing it until they leave us alone. Trust me the only other person who's as pissed off as I am over this engagement is him since our parents announced it the day after he proposed to Jimin."

"Yeah, I remember seeing him crying in the parking lot when I rushed out to look for you. I felt so bad for him. What I don't get is that the Park family is also of high social class. Why didn't Jungkook's parents just let him choose Jimin?"

I let out a sigh as I explain the messed up world of the richest families in the country. "The Park family is loaded, but they're not as powerful as the Kims. When my father presented the idea of joining the families and parts of the companies, Mr. Jeon couldn't refuse. My father needs an heir, and Jungkook, although childish and young, has been able to close important deals for his family. My father needs him since I refuse to learn anything about the family business. It's a whole mess and the only ones who come out winning are our parents."

"Is that why your brother left?" He asks suddenly.

I smile sadly thinking about my brother who left right before my engagement was announced and hasn't come back since. "Yeah,  Namjoon really saved himself the day he left everything behind and moved countries. He wanted to make music and he had the guts to do something about it. I hope he comes back eventually. I really miss him." I shake my head trying to push away those sad thoughts

Silence engulfs the room until I come up with a more mischievous idea on how to spend our night as I climb on top of Taehyung to straddle him. 

"Round two?" I recommend. He groans lightly and sets his hands on my thighs.

"I wish nothing more than to pound into your cute, bouncy little ass, but we have an early day tomorrow."

I raise my eyebrow as I lightly roll my hips against his growing member. "I'm grounded, we have all day tomorrow to ourselves," I remind him.

"You mischievous brat," he teases as he takes a condom from one of the drawers and soon enough he has me pressed down on my bed fucking me as a reminder of who I belong to.