3 6. D e f i n e : M a r r i a g e

"Do I look ugly, fat and disgusting? Taehyungie! I really need you to pay me a compliment." I yelled, checking my petite figure in the dressing table's mirror.

"Your eyesight is damn near perfect." He proclaimed, hitting his fingers on the laptop keys with a speed of light, kind of aggressively.

"Great! so you think of me as a fool, you could've just barked false statement asshole. Learn to keep your lady happy." I ceased combing off my hair, exhausted with the same old same old typical- universal behavior of husbands.

"A Man changes after marriage just like how the seasons change so easily, implying to replace the clothes in the wardrobe, but can I replace you?" I complained, sitting on the bed beside him. "Congrats buddy on your accomplishment." I teased him rather bitterly.

"Oh no I certainly don't want to take this credit all alone, you women to have a major role at making us suffer from firing excessive self-related questions all the time as I imagine, what have I--- representing the male community of people has done to deserve this kind of treatment?"
He probed, shutting down the laptop.

"Can't you just say, Dasom please go out and participate in any beauty contest, you will surely return home wearing a crown and a sash with a winner title boldly written on it." I nudged him, weaving fake sweetness in my words. "That could have made my day."

"I don't lie on Saturdays." He chimed, getting up from the bed and heading towards the shoe rack as if my presence really didn't matter to this guy.

"What was the name of the eating place, come again please?" He asked, turning around while holding a bottle of Nivea deodorant in his hand, he was about to press it.

"Red Onion-- D-86 block, Hannam Bong," I said, pressing my forehead with my hand to handle the furiousness that was boiling at the highest temperature at the back of my mind.

Okay, let's forget about him and talk about Jimin and Nari.

I witnessed them getting a tad bit but closer to each other as we danced on the dancefloor just two months back on my wedding function. Finally hearing Nari and Jimin take this closeness to the next level of intimacy is a piece of good news for the couple. They are planning to get married by the end of this month.

And today we have invited them to have dinner we us. Although the place was chosen by my very dear husband he has a permanent short term memory problem only in things that tends to be related to me.

***

We drove past the busy road of Seoul, turning the engine off when the road was completely packed and blocked while turning it on when there was a hope of little movement in the glued vehicles velocity.

Two hours later, we reached the said restaurant, parking the car in the parking lot with ease. The disturbing noise of horns activated on the loudest pitch once again as we stood on the pavement to get on the other side of the road. Taehyung extended his hand and I instantly grabbed his forearm instead, mild-warm wind swiped my hair to the side.

Paving our own path between the zigzag lines of cars waiting to take a 'go' we got there. The guard opened the wooden door and the bustling of the outside world shunned once we merged inside.

Taehyung stood there like a pillar and I rotated my neck at 360 degrees, searching the signs of two familiar faces. Letting my eyes travel to the maximum distance I spotted them within seconds before he did. "Out there," I signaled.

To our surprise, they both were munching on something. I ran to Nari and hugged her who sat in the rightmost corner seat while Jimin acquired the seat beside her. "Dasom, you look so good." She said as I saw her lightened up face.

"No, it's you." I instantly replied, winking at her. "Hey Dasom, how are you doing?" Jimin embraced me gently but that took a twist when he dropped a peck on my head causing to form a dominant scowl on Tae's face.

"Good idea of ordering food prior to our arrival. The traffic was horrendous, we even thought of driving back---" Taehyung was stopped as I interjected and said. "No, I never thought that."

Jimin chuckled before excusing as he got an urgent call on his phone and Nari asked, looming in closer. "You guys must have decided your honeymoon destination right?"

"No. My wifey thinks that it's just a waste of time, money and efforts--" Taehyung played with his cellphone, sparing a casual glance at Nari.

"Hey, I never said that, see the logic is very simple. Why waste weighty money by going to a different locations just to have a makeout session that hardly lasts for twenty minutes, and what's wrong with our bed? It's a king-sized bed after all." I explained my part earning a scoff from him.

"Oh really then what about the ambiance, the oceanside view, the purpose of building luxurious suites for young carefree couples?" He waved a hand in disapproval.

"The world is still populated with stupid people, that's for your outdated information. Upgrade your system honey." I said, raising a hand in contentment.

Jimin returned back and without feeling the heat in the air he asked, "Anyways what are your views on marriage?" Nari held his arm, a way of stopping him but it was too late for that while Jimin mouthed 'why' at her.

"The only mistake for which people are congratulated is marriage." He exclaimed, clapping his hands.

"All marriages are happy. It's the living together afterward that causes troubles." I looked daggers at him.

"Someone rightly has said, Marriage is a legal or religious ceremony by which two persons of the opposite sex solemnly agree to harass and spy on each other for ninety-nine years, or until death does them join." He cackled.

"Did I ever blame you for cheating on me?" I hauled, looking at him with anger.

"Last night. The before bedtime call I was attending to and that's why you added extra chilly powder in kimchi this morning." Taehyung bounced on his seat, fuming with displeasure.

"You know what Nari, marriage is like going on a war, you never know who's going to survive in the end." I jeered, chest caving in as I rested my hands on the table.

"To keep your marriage brimming, with love in the loving cup, whenever you're wrong, admit it; whenever you're right, shut up." He looked in the eyes of Jimin as he sprawled his legs out of the table.

"Look who's speaking, If you already know that you are right then just shut up already why picking a fight unnecessarily?" I said, not facing him, chuckling at my intelligence.

"Marriage is when a man loses his bachelor's degree and a woman gets her masters degree." Taehyung laughed hysterically, jacked up to give a high five to the petrified Jimin.

Jimin raised his hand slowly and Taehyung instantly smashed his hand producing a loud clap out of it.

"And Jimin if you are courageous enough to live in this kind of world then learn to keep your checkbook open 24/7," Taehyung drew near to him and started laughing like before.

I slammed my feet on the table, dousing my hand in his jean's pocket to find the car's key. I left the place.
Taehyung followed me from behind.
Without paying much heed to the cars that were moving at normal speed I crossed the roads easily.

Taehyung got a firm hold on my shoulder, spinning me around. "Dasom I'm sorry---"

"Masters degree, bachelor's degree, what the hell were you spurting in front of them?" I yelled and squeezed my eyes shut. "You are taking the cab," I said and hopped in the car.

"Let's pretend we didn't hear and see anything today, okay?" Nari comforted her future husband to not to back out of their marriage just by hearing the spoilers from the experienced couple.

***

The cab pulled a break and my head jerked up straight, Taehyung got down and ran to me. "Dasom you didn't go inside?" Questioning me, he stuffed the hands in his pocket, an item of cold metal touched his fingertips and he realized that he had the house keys.

He opened the gate nervously and I headed inside with heavy steps. I broke down on the couch and Taehyung took a seat beside me. He closed the distance and began stroking my thighs, "I'm sorry for offending my pussycat. Now be a good girl and show your master your thigh kink.' His hands worked on unbuttoning my navy blue silk blouse.

"Sex is not the solution to every problem. Hell! you don't understand that." I clambered out of the couch with the intention to have a sound sleep for at least two days without him. I was just so tired and helpless at the moment.

Taehyung sighed, half shutting his eyes and I instantly turned around. "Who gives a fuck?" I grinned before jerking his head, inclining it in a straight line as I kissed him roughly from behind it was more of a spiderman kind of kiss, rubbing his adam's apple with the pad of my thump.

He attacked my lower lip with accurate pressure, rising up only to pull my body with both the hands as he helped me to get back on the couch like before. Though the action was a clumsy one, I heard a crack sound down from my spine too.

Our lips dancing in sync perfectly, his flesh capable of wiping the layer of enraged and dolorous words that came out swinging from my mouth a while ago.

His fingers skillfully pulling my follicles, my hands dragged his t-shirt up, taking a break to breathe back again for the next round. Without wasting much time, Taehyung pulled me to his lap and began kissing my jawline.

Suddenly I sensed something bubbling inside my stomach and I felt nauseous by its effect. Feeling like the need to throw up at that very instance.

"Stopp... " I trembled but he never stopped. I started hitting my fists onto his chest violently for him to loosen the grip on my butt. Once he did it I stumbled and tripped on the floor.

The contents of my stomach hurled out as the flicks of muck regurgitate splashed on the clean floor. I wiped my face and found Taehyung giggling, covering his mouth he purred as he lowered down. "Twinkle twinkle little star---"

"How... I wonder what.....you are....?" I finished the stanza of the poem and Taehyung immediately carried me to the bedroom.

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Word count - 1805

Captain's note - Aren't they too chaotic? lol

[Define : Marriage
Chapter completed]

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