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After half an hour, Taehyung ringed the doorbell but got no response. He didn't feel sad. Rather fished out the keys from his pockets, the bunch fell on the ground. "Eh, my fingers are shaking." He tittered in a silly way.

"Dasom, where are you?" He sung the sentence like a song, climbing the stairs which directed to his room. He pushed the door and saw no signs of his better-half.

Seeing the washroom door ajar open, his fingers gave the slightest push. On the other hand, I pulled the door and jolted upright. "AHHH! Tae you scared me again..."

He hangs his head down like a cute boy and said, "I'm sorry didn't mean to scare you."

I walked out with a bathrobe on and emplaced my bottom on the couch, blow-drying my hair. Taehyung pumped a suitable amount of lotion in his hands and rubbed on my legs with slow sweeping motions. "Dasom I want to give you something," he said and plunked up.

A few seconds later, he came back unloaded himself in the same position. "A lipstick?" I said, asserting an explanation to be given immediately.

"Yes. This is the same lipstick that you left in my car purposely five years ago, and I kept it as a souvenir cause it used to help me fight against loneliness and blah blah..."
Taehyung pulled away in sweet and sour memories related to his past.

"Yes, it belongs to my mother but the length of the matte looks smaller than before?" I questioned, amused. A line appeared on my forehead and Taehyung pulled a face, started reapplying the lotion but with a different intensity.

"Hey, Taehyungie I was just joking." I poked his cheek and twisted the lipstick to reach the upper tier, I dropped to my knees to match his level. I began to apply the color at the center of his thick upper lip and move outward toward one corner.

I guffawed as I had never seen him wear a darker shade of lipstick before, he has a collection of light pearl pink shaded lipsticks stolen from my vanity box, which he thinks provide him his lips an impeccable yet natural touch of elegance.

"You look like a pancake with a strawberry positioned at the side--" The moment such and such words poured from my mouth, he called out my name softly.

I hesitated at first but then the innate smirk shone on my face, his dusty color hair provided a shadow to the micro-movements of his sable eyes.

"Dasom, come closer." Subdued by his command, I brought my face closer to his and gently took his lower lip in as he drew my lips into a carnal kiss, dipping the fingers in his well-shampooed hair.

But that kiss didn't last for long, hitting him hard in the brains as it didn't go in accordance with his intentions.

"Tsk tsk...I didn't add sugar in her milk bottle. She won't drink it unless it is sweet enough for her taste buds." I said with a dull face and Taehyung scoffed. "But Dasom this isn't the right time--"

I covered his mouth and started wiping the smudged patches of lipstick encircling his mouth. "I know but she won't touch it unless it tastes the way she wants it to taste." I got panicky, vibrating in my place.

"But Dasom she can inform about this to her granny and then the problem will be solved," He tried all efforts to make me understand but my thick-skinned skull didn't allow me to think about other possible alternatives.

"But what if she doesn't speak a word, she is terrified for asking help, then what will happen?" I cupped his face and began stroking it with my thumb. He pulled his cell phone and handed it over to me before standing up and moving to the bed.

I flipped my hair to one side and laid beside him. I dialed my mother's number and she received it after five to six rings.

I turned to the right of the bed, marking the scheme to finish the talk as soon as possible cause I didn't want to ruin his mood. Just in a split second, I felt sloppy kisses on the back of my neck. I closed my eyes shut.

"Hello... Mom.." I bit my lip to stop myself from gushing out any profanity. But that man didn't stop right there, he pulled the robe to the point that revealed my back and began attacking my back with multiple amounts of kisses.

My mother handed over the phone to Jongi as Nora who was in her arms started crying. Jongi stuck the phone to his ear and said. "Yes, speak up. Be fast okay,"

Taehyung hovered on top of me and traced the contours of my face with his mouth while his one hand making an entrance through the slit part of the bathrobe. "Keep on blabbering bitch," he said in a throaty voice.

"Just add.... extra sugar," I moaned, feeling the urge to break all sorts of barriers that came on my way, for now, the only thing that was triggering the inside of my restive body was that damn call.

"Sugar? In what? Call mom afterward when you think you are sane," he was going to end the call but stopped when he heard something confusing.

"Stop and smell the roses Dasom," he mumbled before pulling my lips into a deep kiss. "Fuck off you bloody headed jerk..." I spoke in the broken phrase.

Jongi swallowed thickly before handing over the phone to his father.
"I don't understand what's wrong with her? She's using rubbish, abusive language."

"Hello, Dasom your father speaking, hello...can you hear me?" He got tensed, sprinting in and out of the house, blaming his phone's company brand for providing the poor connection.

Taehyung straightened up to unbutton his denim shirt. "Dasom, end the call at once or I might inherit the characteristics of a bull."
I acted on an impulse and canceled the call haphazardly and it slipped from my hands.

But the phone never turned dead. Dasom's father had it glued to his ear with the hope of catching up to her words.

"Pound me harder and harder just like the way you always desired baby," I kissed him hungrily, griping his shirt which was already ripped apart.
My hands worked smoothly,  sculpting his hard chest with my clammy hands.

Sounds of deep moans, breaths jabbed in my father's ear and he immediately contemplated our broadcasting into live 3D videography.

Meanwhile, Dasom's mother came into the picture, trying to take the phone from her astounded husband. "Honey, just fix the tape recorder, Nora just broke the antenna of it."

"It's fine." He immediately ended the call and gave her the phone. "She said that she will call you tomorrow morning, don't have to worry." He fumbled a little and giggled.

"What's wrong? Why are you laughing?" She questioned him.

Both of them pivoted around when they heard Jongi say, "Nora, your toy is in the WIP stage just wait for some time."

"Really!" Nora screamed along with her granny in unison.

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I scooted my body against his sweaty, pouncing his wet bangs. "Nora calls you the best Dad,"

Taehyung chuckled, remembering the time when she closed the door on his face as she complained to him to be the worst dad in the world. "How ironical." He murmured.

"What?" I said. "Dasom..... you remember the chocolate milkshake that you prepared for her?" He asked seriousness tainted his tone.

"Yes. I do. Don't really know if she would have even touched it." I snogged him where his jawline ended.

"Promise me that you will not hit me hard." He pulled the pillow from behind his back as he straightened up, giving it to me.

"But why are you giving me this?" I was puzzled as I rose from my place.

He coughed and admitted. "I consumed it instead."

"I'm not even surprised, cause your lips told me already." I smiled before smacking his head with the pillow.

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Word count- 1400

THE END

Moral of the story : when nails grow long, we cut nails not fingers
Similarly when misunderstandings grow up, take the initiative of clearing it out.

And remember in revenge and in love woman is more powerful than man.

Date : 16"12"19

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