Another long update with a pinch of sadness, cutesy romance and steamy moments. Please leave your comments and votes, it makes me so happy to see y'all enjoying the chapter. bye ⁠♡

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Present 

50| “My world.” 

Taehyung gawked at the pool of blood muddying the white marble flooring. The scene was oddly familiar as he watched the thick trail of blood meandering under his shoes and the horrible incense of metallic fill his nostrils, cropping a nauseous curl in his stomach. 

His gaze slammed with the doe, glassy yet soulless eyes staring back at the valley of his twisted soul. A doll with beady eyes nestled in her delicate arms, and Taehyung felt as if the lifeless doll could see through the fabric of his resilience. The silence prowling around them was nothing but disdain, and Taehyung didn't bother to search for any trace of warmth in those soulless eyes. Since he started to see her in his dreams, her eyes were always like this. 

Aiya, his sister who was still 9 years old in his dreams— that's all she was last in his memories, and it was nothing but a malefic illusion. Yet, it didn't lessen the pain. It didn't eliminate the regret for not being there for her when Aiya and Nabbi were facing a Hyeon name of a monster in this damn place. Guilt gathered so hot and heavy around him, it was a wonder it didn't take physical shape and tattered him open. 

They were standing in the middle of Nabbi’s old living room. There was a weight on Taehyung's chest as it grew colossal when she creepily tilted her head as if she had something to say. 

“Aiya, come to me.” The weakness in Taehyung's voice raked his eardrums. He grimaced and struggled to remain calm when something demonic flared across her innocent features.

“You know whose blood is this, Taehyung?” She wasn't listening to him, nor staring at him. Slowly, Aiya lowered her gaze to the pool of blood, creating a distance between them and giggled. The sound was pure haunting, slamming back in the emptiness of his chest, stirring an uproar that he couldn't cease.

It was a nightmare, the ones that he started getting after the separation from Nabbi and Aiya. He wasn't sure if it was real, a coping mechanism, or he was simply losing his damn mind. Nabbi and Aiya were like his comforting lullaby resounding in the crumbling edges of his heart— he still didn't understand when their memories formed into a dread to indulge him into misery.

“Don't…please, don't.” Taehyung pleaded.

He knew what he was going to witness as he held his breath for the inevitable. She tossed the doll in the pool of blood. Far away in the house, a clock chimed, sending a shudder down to his toes. She twisted her ruffle frock skirt under her small, tender fist and her one hand gripped her chest, nails digging the flesh until it pierced and tore through the delicate skin. 

Immobile, Taehyung could just watch her vomiting the crimson blood on the floor. Some splattered on Taehyung’s shoes as he ran to pull his sister in his arms, but she stepped back like a feral creature with wild eyes. 

“You ruined everything.” Aiya sneered at him. “You are a tragedy. You ruined it.” The girl spewed the word on him in complete hatred. 

“I'm trying… I'm trying my best to find you.” Taehyung screamed.

“You won't be able to find me.” Her lips moved and blood trickled from her lips to her chin and stained her white dress. “And you’ll never be able to get out of these nightmares. It's all your fault. You're stuck here.” She kept taking her steps back until the darkness engulfed her.

A sharp gasp tugged the centre of his chest,  a sleek layer of sweat coated his body as he sat up and looked around to find himself lost in darkness. It was the middle of the night. A soft presence on his side mollified him a little, and Taehyung realized he was clinging to her. Nina’s head was on his chest as they lay in bed together, their legs tangled under the sheets.

“Nina.” He called her name in his groggy voice but there was no stir from her side so he decided not to disturb her furthermore.

If she woke up, she would attack him with questions and then she would find out that most of the night he just shut his eyes beside her, pretending to sleep with no actual sleep and solace in sight.

A part of him knew that his nightmares were like avenging demons, waiting to slip in from the crack of his consciousness and clog his breathing until he was forced to thrash and shudder in Nina’s arms like a wounded animal. He wouldn't let her know that in his nightmares, he killed her and laughed at her soulless body. And the last thing he wanted her to witness was the ugly parts of him. The parts that carried overloaded resentment, weakness, and pity for himself. 

He grabbed the cigarette from the side table, lit it and lazily hung it between his lips, then sucked in it until warmth unfurled its wings in his lungs. There was a stubborn ache fizzing in the core of his heart, a raw sensation, and he tried to resist himself from falling into the pit of derangement. 

Taehyung kept staring at Nina, without blinking as minutes passed by, so hours and he was still staring at her as if he was bewitched under some spell, overpowered just by seeing her breathing. 

“I'm tragic, and my existence is cursed and void. I know. But, that doesn't mean I'll let this fact overpower my life. I've spent enough time of my life in self-loathing, but now I have you and that means I have my fair share of happiness. I'm not fucked enough to let the only person go who is made for me in this universe.” He exhaled out.

A dark smoke of possessiveness shackled his twisted heart as he ran the back of his knuckles over the curve of her shoulder to her bare arm. Nina moaned out in her sleep, nuzzling her face over his chest like a lazy cat. Even in the sleeping state, she was chasing his touch, wanting him close. 

“Fucking adorable.” Taehyung unleashed a throaty grunt, he wanted to bite her exposed neck, taste her shudder and breathe into her scent. 

“What if one day she wants to leave you? she had already done it, what makes you think she won't do it again?” The other evil voice reared its head back and filled his head with its challenging cackles.  

“Nina loves me and there's no doubt about it. She won't leave me and if she does try the slightest. I'll lock her up where the world can't see her. I’ll be her world—” 

“You are already my world.” At the unexpected whisper, Taehyung lowered his face to look at her with hooded, drowsy eyes. Here she goes, pulling the dark string of his heart with her lazy grin.

“You heard me?” Warmth blossomed at the back of his neck, finally understanding that he spouted his obsessive words out loud. 

“You were quite loud and casual with your scheme, pretty boy.” She chuckled and tilted her head up at him, now they were facing each other. Taehyung wasn't surprised upon receiving a new nickname from her. Nina was using endearing names quite often and he absolutely loved them.

“I wasn't joking, red.” A serious shadow fell over his handsome face. Nina decided to watch how he gripped the cancerous stick with all his fingers, rather than pinching it between two, hollowing his cheeks and taking a drag. He lifted his face, his lush locks falling over his forehead and exhaled, his chest falling up and down in serenity, sending a thick cloud of smoke up to the ceiling.

How could he manage to be this sinfully attractive? Nina wondered and swallowed, suddenly having the urge to smoke, to feel the same warmth as he was experiencing. 

“You can't be serious about locking me up? And what else, fuck me day and night until I can't feel my limbs?” Nina snickered. 

Taehyung lovingly stroked her arm, dropped his mouth down to softly kiss her head and drawled. “Abso-fucking-lutely yes.”

“If I think deeply, your thoughts are actually psychotic.” Nina squinted her eyes, mindlessly drawing patterns over his naked chest.

“Never said I wasn't.” He argued with a full-fledged smirk and put the cigarette back between his luscious lips. Taehyung was the embodiment of utter tranquility and not giving-a-fuck. 

“And they aren't just mere thoughts. They are my intentions, I don't think you belong anywhere else except my side, in my arms and under me. So, try to leave and I'll handcuff you with me and throw the key away.” He settled his cigarette down on the ashtray by the side of the table while keeping his tone frank, concealing the dooming sizzle in his chest. 

“I’ll see you trying.” Nina squealed and playfully slapped his chest. Oh— she thought he was joking when he was dead serious.

Her eyes fell on the hickies she etched at his skin last night in delirious need. The marks were all over his neck, from his shoulders to chest and maybe some were here and there on his jaw. It was like he was chiseled from a fucking stone. It was like he was only created for her and her and she left her signature all over him.

“Taehyung, do you know that the things you say sometimes aren't normal.” She trailed her nose over his throat.

“Yeah sure, I don't give a single fuck if I don't fit the world’s normal. All I care about is what you think about me.” 

“How sweet.” The corner of his lips lifted a little at the sound of her chuckle.

Also, the way his eyes were fixed on her wasn't helping at all. If he kept looking at her like that, she would jump onto him and that would lead to things, raunchy and dirty things— like her riding his cock while screaming his name — she knew Taehyung wouldn't mind turning her horny thoughts into drunken reality. 

“You are openly eye-fucking me.” Taehyung leaned on her.

“Can’t a woman simply check out her man in peace?” She trailed her nail on his abs.

“I love when you claim me.” He grinned. “You make me feel awkward and stupidly weak.” He crossed his ankles and ruffled his hair until they were a sexy mess.

“I have the power on you, Mr Kim.” Nina teased him, then her smile fell and her gaze skimmed every corner of his face. The bruises were healed, leaving the faded flecks.

Nina could tell Taehyung wasn’t himself since the attack happened, since the moment he had woken up. He was shaken as if he was crawling back from a dark hole of frenzy. As his moods were getting worse. Everytime she asked him the reason for being antsy, he would flash her one of his swoon-the-nation smiles, pull her into his arms and make her forget about everything. As by the time Nina understood, it was Taehyung’s way to avoid her questions. The more he avoided them, the more he was boosting the uncertainty blooming in her veins.

Police couldn’t find the attacker— the CCTV cameras from the parking lot had caught the image of a blurry figure. That's it. The internet and the media was in pure chaos, the fans were enraged when somehow the news got leaked.

Nina sensed there was something more than that and Taehyung wasn't ready to talk about it. He looked outwardly peaceful yet she could deem a halo of dread and sadness encompassing him. And, by the thought of him in a pit of agony, something moved and twirled in her chest and the next thing she knew, the words were pouring out of her. 

“You think I’ll leave you but do you know what I want? I want to be so close to you.” The breathy mumble split between her lips like a broken prayer. “So close that our hearts beat in the same rhythm and our veins fused and our blood runs together. You are the only thing that makes me want to dream again.” Taehyung stared right through her, seemingly mulling over her confession; picking them apart and chewing each one piece by piece. 

“Oh, what am I saying…nevermind.”He was so focused on her that her heart skipped some beats.

“You make me fucking insane, red.” He was staring at her with his hooded eyes again. If she wasn't wrong, she could catch a glimpse of the new emotions blazing in the golden iris. 

“Kiss me.” Taehyung gruffed out.

“No.” She lifted her head with pressing lips to avoid the naughty smile.

“Red, don't be a cocktease.” His hand bluntly slipped inside her clothes. No, his loose t-shirt — She loved sleeping in his clothes; they were all cozy and comfy as his fingers came around her waist and skated up over her chest. 

The fabric lifted, revealing her red, lacy thong, belly and bare breast. Her tits were so hard and poking out and her heel digging the mattress to stay in composure. Nina didn't hide the mewl of pleasure raking her throat when his palm scraped over the sensitive skin— And fuck, she was so deliciously sexy, a sight to behold. Taehyung could bet all the money in his bank account that she was still wet and dewy, all soft and tender mess between her thighs.

“You are so mean.” Nina hissed, whimpering when he palmed her breast like the way she liked.

“And so much in love with you.” The confession shuddered her. Before he could argue more, slipping her tongue into his mouth, Nina was kissing him deeply, more vehemently and his hand fondled her under that stupid t-shirt— that he wanted to tear off right away. 

Nina’s hand skated down to palm his cock through his sweatpants. While he was filling her mouth with his exquisite groans, nipping and biting the soft flesh of her lips. She dragged the elastic down, pulled his hard cock out and coiled her fingers around his achy shaft and gave it a good amount of strokes until the glossy beads pushed out and lined the slit. So good and nice, where Taehyung had to combat the urge to keep his guttural noises in check.

“Will you let me cum all over your hand?” Taehyung’s voice was husky, doused in carnal hunger and nearly desperate. 

He was dazed, with lust as he slowly let his gaze linger over the lining of her figure, eyeing how she was clenching and clamping her thighs to find ease, and he craved nothing but to grip her thighs and wrench them open, lap her pussy with his tongue and fuck her senseless. He watched the dark roseate tint that trickled from her face, down her neck, and disappeared under the fabric that covered her tits as he gave her nipple a lazy tweak, relishing the softness and the fact how perfectly the mound fit into his palm.

“No.” She breathed out, clearly just to annoy him. However, her cheekiness filled him with a burst of amusement. Did she really think he would believe her? 

“Then?”

“Say please. Say red, please make me cum because I can't do it without you.” There was a hint of smirk in her undertone and her pupils were blown out from her hysterical desire. There was no denying that she craved him— yet, there was no denying either that she wouldn't give up before she got the particular ‘please’ from him.

“Is this your way to make me forget my name?” He licked his lower lip, eyes closing upon feeling her fingers flexing around his length and then snapped open when she paused the movement.

“Absolutely.” She tipped her chin with determination.

“You want me at your mercy, don't you?” He coaxed her, sweetness coating his every phrase. 

“Mh-hm, because you are sexy as fuck at my mercy.” A lusty hue lit beneath her lashes. “Have you listened to yourself when you moan? Wait. Have you seen yourself when you orgasm? My vagina clenches every time you cum for her. She considers you extremely hot.” Nina winked at him. It was a massive, exaggerated wink that was so flirty and legitimately goofy that it bubbled a hearty laugh out of Taehyung.

God, she lifted his spirit that slowly sank into the pit of misery. 

“Tell her that she's mine to worship” He squeezed her jaw, pulling her lower lip between his teeth. Nina loved the fact that his words didn't sound like possession, they were undoubtedly and purely devotion. 

“Oh she definitely knows.” She nodded, her voice was cocky. “Now where were we?” She slowly stroked him and Taehyung’s lips fell open and he rumbled low, almost in distress.

“You are being a bad girl.” He hissed.

“I'm just being your bad girl.” Her thumb rubbed over the slit of his cock, yanking the string of throaty and guttural moans. 

“I’m not above begging when it comes to you. So, please, red. Please take care of me. Please stroke my cock, and make me cum all over your hand. Only you can get me off.” He sounded so damn innocent but the wanton gleam in his eyes overpowered that tone. 

“Good boy, you are such a good boy. You are so needy, and what kind of a person would I be to ignore the man who has my heart clutching under his palm?” And that good boy from her low, raspy and sensual voice had him writing his wedding vows. 

“Right? You’d be worse than a devil if you ignore your good boy. I'll always be your good boy.” He sucked a sharp breath, every tendon and veins of his body was tight and throbbing. 

They both looked down at his hard erection and how glossy her fingers were from his spilling arousal. Nina’s breast shook under his palm from how sharply she was breathing, how violently she was shivering at his grunts and groans as it had a deep swirl of pleasure and pride filling her. The fact that she affected him this way, gave her own pleasure. 

“Baby, you are out to steal my soul.” She dragged her palm up and down his length and Taehyung matched the sound at how good her red, bright fucking crimson nails looked around his cock. 

She twisted her wrist, tautened her fingers while having her pussy clenching, tingling and growing wetter with unabashed need. Teasingly, she ran the tip of her thumb over that slit right at the crown, finding Taehyung impatiens flourishing, thrusting his hips forward, pushing more of that hard erection into her palm.

“Are you happy that you’ve got me wrapped around your little finger, Red? Do you like knowing that you've consumed every waking second of my life.” He slowly curled his other hand over hers, covering her digits with his and started working their hands over his stiff cock even faster. 

“Yes.” A raspy sound left Nina, feeling the damp between her legs intensifying like a fire in the woods.

Taehyung moved their hands up, wrapping it around the crest and squeezing it so she could feel how much she made him delirious and drip with pre-cum. Unlike Nina’s sensual and teasing movements, Taehyung moved their hands aggressively, more boldly, curling her palm at the crown, making sure to get her palm wet and sloppy with his arousal and then dragging her palm down to the length, letting her sense the veins pulsating. 

While her attention was on their hands moving back and forth in a wild rhythm, watching both of them jerk him off. He stared into her face the entire time, unable to look away. The dizzy state of her seared through his bones, provoking him to go harder. They started moving their hands even faster, feeling the flesh hot and feverish. His palm covered her tit again, fondling and kneading, as she blessed him with a skittish moan that told him she wanted him to keep going.

“Nina, my Nina.” Taehyung's lips parted, his biceps vibrated with edginess and his shoulders strained, feeling his orgasm barreling down. Her gaze was locked on his cock as she stroked him, before his body stilled and his length grew thicker, harder under her hand, as she watched him orgasm. 

Yes, he had to be such a divine sight when he threw his head back, flexed his jaw and parted his lips a bit to just blow out a sharp grunt of appeasement. 

“Told you, my vagina LOVES when you cum for her.” This pulled a direct laughter from Taehyung's chest as he rolled over her.

“She loves me even more when I'm deep inside her.” And with that they ended up naked with her face down, ass up and her moaning his name. 

“I should punish you for being a bad girl and not giving me this pussy.” Her walls gripped him tight, sucking him in and tugging a grunt from the pit of his stomach. Nina moaned, her voice melted into the smacking of his hips against her ass. 

“Yeah, punish me, Tae. I was being a bad girl.” Upon hearing her approval, Taehyung grabbed the back of her neck and pushed her down more, forcing the arch in her back to deepen so far that her face sank into the mattress and her fingertips began aching by the strong grip around the bedsheet. He smoothed his palm across her inner thighs, feeling the insides are sleek with their desire, then grabbed her leg and hiked it up to meet his waist. 

“Taehyung! you fucking devil!” Her eyes widened, her mouth opened and any more words she had to hurl at him crumbled in her dry throat, when he plunged balls deep into her pussy, so deep that he could feel him everywhere within her muscles and flesh, so deep that she felt his pulsating in her belly. Her moans shattered into the air, vibrating across the walls as he pounded into her with ruthless pace.

“Why are you scolding me, baby? you wanted to get punished.” His body slithered over hers and he smoothed his free hand along her stomach, up to cup her breasts and firmly kneaded the flesh. She jerked and mewled just by the roughness of his palm over her sensitive skin. 

Clutching the bedsheet in a death grip, she whimpered him to continue his animalistic fucking as Taehyung lifted her leg higher, pulled his dick back until the tip was lodged in her hole and then thrust in, plowing into her with brutal pace, crushing his hips against her ass and swaying her body forword and sinking her face into the sheet further. 

“I'm close.” Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip as she closed her eyes tightly, sensing the pressure worsening.

“Yes baby I know.” With a smile on his face, he reached his hand down to rub her clit and roughly stroked her three times. Her clit hardened under his touch and her breathing accelerated with her orgasm. Soon, he sensed the familiar sensation of her milking him, and pulling out his own release until he emptied inside her. 

“You can't get your hands off me huh? What was that sudden attack, I was just teasing you…you aren't a good boy.” She shifted on her back and stretched her legs as she watched Taehyung leaving kisses all over her stomach and massaging her aching thigh and knees. 

“Hey, you seduced me like a vixen.” He kissed the underside of her breast, slowly nipping the skin. “Of course once you feel my dick I'll throw myself on you. This fucker is your slave.” He was serious and Nina was resisting the laugh that was bursting in the back of her throat.

Certainly, Nina was aware that she wasn't a feather like girl, and she believed she had gained a little weight, so constantly lifting her here and there wasn't really an easy job as Taehyung made it seem to be. She never came across a single line of struggle or strain on his face, as he swiftly carried her inside the washroom, took a shower together, made her dress his t-shirt and then carried her back to the bed just like that— Her man was strong, and he was in love and his love for her made her fall for him even more. 

“What's going on in your head?” He nuzzled his face against her neck while slowly massaging her hip. 

“You.” Nina’s fingers caressed his scalp. “I'm worried about you.” This stilled him as he peeked at her. The golden of his eyes were suddenly dim and Nina hated herself for being the cause of it.

“I'm fine, baby.” He lied. “Look, my bruises are almost gone, I'm back to my handsome self.” He grinned.

“You aren't fine.” She narrowed her eyes. “And I'm not talking about the bruises.” Something cut her off and she understood by now that it was the constant ringing of his phone. Really? now? Nina rolled her eyes.

“Tae, your phone?” 

“Sorry, princess.” Her annoyance melted when Taehyung buried his face in the curve of her neck, and proceeded to leave open mouth kisses in its wake, transforming her into a mellow heap of muscles. 

Taehyung picked up the call with a subtle tick in his jaw that didn't go unnoticed by Nina and she sat up.

“Speak.” Taehyung resisted the urge to growl.

“Come out, you bastard. We need to talk.” Hyeon's snarky voice filled his ears. 

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Enough fluff and sweet moments, time for some sadness (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)