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Taehyung

"Where were you, Mandy?" Sooya handed over Amanda's phone and asked her in a firm tone, her arms crossed under her chest, her head tilted to one side.

"I was sleeping in our room," Amanda replied softly, failing to make eye contact with Sooya.

I knew she was beginning to feel guilty about whatever happened last night, and, although completely unaware of it, if anything at all had happened, then half of it was my fault, too.

"We were together last night. We don't remember how we landed up in your room. But yeah, we both slept there," I gave a noncommittal answer, not wanting to reveal that we had drunk sex without our senses in place.

"I called you like a hundred times," Jimin huffed angrily.

"Twenty only." I snapped back, and he threw a pillow on my face, cursing.

"We knocked on the door and called Taehyung's phone, too. But there was no answer. So I had no choice but to sleep here in this room. Jimin slept on the floor, and we sent Jungkook to sleep in the next room with some other guys," Sooya complained.

"We're really sorry for that. We didn't know anything and you know we were both fully drunk..." I fought back.

"Guys, please. Let's talk later. My head is exploding. Can we go get something to eat and drink?" Amanda asked us all, and everyone nodded.

In complete silence, we made our way to the breakfast area and filled up our plates with everything that we could lay our hands on. Many students were already there having breakfast and laughing among themselves while the four of us ate in silence. I devoured everything on my plate and got a refill of cold noodles and began eating a second round when Jungkook joined us at our table.

We all ate silently, only talking a few words occasionally. I looked at Amanda every now and then to make sure she was okay. She was talking only with Jungkook and she actually seemed a little better after getting some food and sweet liquids into her system.

After a hearty breakfast, my headache eased a lot, and we all strolled over to the makeshift stage that was set up for some games. The rest of the day flew by with some silly games that we played with our seniors, obviously flirting under the pretext of getting to know each other. The atmosphere outside did seem to calm down a lot.

However, internally, I still felt a storm, and I was pretty sure that Amanda was feeling the same because even though she was laughing and seemingly enjoying herself, I could sense that she was not feeling great, and she was avoiding eye contact with me at all costs.

Abandoned once again, I sat down in a corner and watched a couple of senior guys, Yoongi and Hoseok, walking straight up to Amanda and giving her a big hug. She spent the rest of the 'mingle' session with those two senior guys while Jungkook and Jimin joined me. Sooya joined Amanda and a small flirting party was going on which neither of them seemed to bother about. I was actually waiting to talk it out with her, but she wasn't even turning her head in my direction or sparing me a glance.

The emotion that washed over both of us was pure guilt, and I knew it. But chickening out wouldn't even be an option after what happened. We needed to talk.

Jungkook and Jimin kept talking something, and none of it was fully comprehended by my distracted brain. Finally, I decided to text her.

Me:
Amanda... I need to talk to you.

Me:
Please meet me after this.

Me:
I'll wait for you at the beach at 6 today.

She read the texts after a while and replied.

Amanda:
Okay.

Later that evening, she texted me.

Amanda:
I'll be with the seniors for a while. Don't think we can meet today.

Amanda:
I'll text you tonight.

Disappointed, but I didn't have a choice.

Me:
Okay

That night when Jimin, Jungkook and I were eating our dinner, Jimin asked me,
"Did you guys only sleep in that room last night?"

My gaze shot up to Jungkook who was looking at us cluelessly, and then floated over to Jimin who was eyeing me curiously and wiggling his eyebrows with a mischievous smirk.

"I don't remember anything, Jimin-ah. We woke up next to each other. We still haven't spoken about what she remembers and what else happened," I half lied and returned my attention to the food on my plate.

"What happened?" Jungkook asked curiously; his tone serious yet laced with confusion.

"Taehyung and Amanda got drunk last night and slept together in Amanda's room," Jimin laughed.

Jungkook, too, laughed uneasily, and I had to lower my head to avoid their gazes.

"I'll head to the room," I said and got up from my seat.

"Ours? Or Amanda's?" Jimin asked as he burst out laughing.

I shook my head and stormed away to my room. It was a little past 9, and as I stepped out of the shower, my phone buzzed with an incoming text from Amanda.

Amanda:
Can we talk over text?

Me:
Sure

Amanda:
What's it?

Me:
About last night

Me:
I really don't remember anything

Amanda:
Me neither.

Amanda:
I wanted my first time to be memorable

Me:
Me too. I didn't expect this.

Amanda:
Never ever imagined that I would have drunk sex.

Amanda:
That too for my first time.

Me:
Same Amanda. I never thought I would lose my mind

Me:
And my virginity while drunk

Amanda:
I wanted to remember each second of it.

Amanda:
But I don't remember anything at all.

It was then that something awoke within me, hazily at first, but then I quickly knew what it was.

Me:
I can make it up to you.

Me:
We can make it up to each other.

Amanda:
What do you mean?

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Me:
I mean that I'm picking up two dresses for you right now. 

Ramen:
I have a closet full of dresses, Dr. Kim

Me:
But I want to spoil you 🥰

Ramen:
What am I going to do with you? 🙄

Me:
Anything you want 😉

Me:
But that's for tonight

Me:
I'll see you at home 😘😘

Ramen:
I'll be waiting🥰🥰

Me:
I'm craving the pesto pasta that you make

Ramen:
Alrighty!! Dinner menu's finalized.

Ramen:
Pesto pasta for dinner

Me:
And you for dessert 😋

Ramen:
Horny Bear🙈

Me:
Only for you 😘

Ramen:
Don't pick up bizarre colors, honey.

Me:
I'll pick what I want, honey. No blacks.

Ramen:
But that black sequined dress☹

Me:
Not happening 😎

Ramen:
*pouts*

Me:
You'll look so hot in red

Ramen:
Yeah like a tomato with a mop on its head.

Me:
WTF? 🤣🤣 close enough but still a hot tomato 

Ramen:
Where are the divorce papers, Dr. Kim?

Me:
Not until you find me a tomato with a mop on its head. 😏

Ramen:
Lmao 🤣

Ramen:
I'm heading home now. Just got into the taxi.

Me:
Alright baby. Text me when you get home safe.

Me:
I've reached the store too.

Ramen:
Great!! I'll do that *blows you a kiss*

Me:
*attacked by the flying kiss*
*faints* 

My cheeks hurt from the constant smiling, and, even though my eyes were glued to my phone's screen, I was quite aware of the direction that I was walking in. Powering off my device's display, I slipped it into my trouser pocket and raised my head; my steps coming to an abrupt halt when I almost collided with the human just in front of me.

My eyes slowly moved up from the polished leather shoes, over the man's sturdy legs and up his towering form as I took a step back. Finally, when my gaze landed on his face, all the blood rushed out of my face.

The one person we never wanted to see or remember in this lifetime, the only person I hated with every fiber in my being, the only person who triggered jealousy, rage, insecurity and a lifetime of panic attacks within me by sending me to the brink of death. I gulped a bit seeing his taller form. He smirked smugly and buried his hands inside the pockets of his suit pants, trying to read my expressions.

Quickly gathering my bearings, I straightened my posture and stuffed my hands inside the pockets of my trousers, raising my chin high.

"You sure look a lot more handsome now, Dr. Kim," he flashed a devilish smirk.

Those dimples on his cheeks made me want to slap the life out of him, yet, I concealed all my intrusive thoughts and nodded lightly.

Payback time.

"Sure, I do. Can't say the same with you because I face things like a man... unlike you." I pointed to him with my chin and raised eyebrows as a proud smirk settled on my face.

His smile faltered for a brief second before he erupted into a fit of malicious laughter that seemingly irritated my nerves. I crossed my arms under my chest and waited for him to finish laughing while silently hoping that he would die on the spot—cause of death, messing with Dr. Kim.

I lost my patience after a few seconds and decided to move on and do what I came to do in the first place—buy dresses for my wife. Without bothering to spare him another glance, I took a few steps forward when he suddenly grabbed my bicep and stopped me. My gaze lifted from my arm to his face, and I raised an eyebrow at his questionable action.

"I'll make sure to erase that fucking smirk off your face, Taehyung. And I mean it." Namjoon gnarled through gritted teeth, and his hold on my arm tightened.

I clutched his hand and yanked it away.
"Keep dreaming." I spat out and walked away without giving a damn about what he spoke or did behind my back.

My fears were at an all-time high, yet, I somehow managed to pull it off in his presence.

Why the hell did he have to come back after all these years? It is almost as if I had a premonition a couple of days back, and just as the saying goes, speak of the devil...

Shaking off my pessimistic thoughts, I made up my mind to focus only on picking out two pretty dresses that would at least serve some justice and somewhat match Amanda's stunning beauty. I had to find those two lucky dresses that would appear their best when my wife wears them.

My mind kept wandering to the encounter outside the dress store.

Focus on the clothes, Taehyung!

I picked out a deep red velvet dress with a halter neck. As soon as I saw the dress, I was able to picture Amanda wearing it and dancing with me.

Perfect for the award ceremony.

Without second thoughts, I placed the dress inside my shopping bag and automatically gravitated towards the black dress section since I was so used to roaming around the lines of black dresses whenever we went shopping together.

Swiping my hand across the lineup of short black dresses, my eyes darted towards the black sequined dress that was on the mannequin at the end of the aisle. Mandy had seen it and laid her eyes on this dress the last time we came shopping.

Rubbing my index finger on my chin, I furrowed my eyebrows and inspected the dress carefully. She had at least twenty black dresses, but this one was unlike the others she had. It was strapless, short and figure hugging, and it also had muted black sequins all over it.

What if other men and women fall in love with my wife when they see her in this dress? Quite possible, yet, that is a risk I am willing to take and flaunt to the world that she is mine.

"Sir, do you need any assistance?" The saleswoman approached me.

"Please pack the dress on that mannequin," I pointed to it. "And this one, too," I handed over the red dress as well to the saleswoman.

Call it over indulgence, but if not my wife, who else would I be spoiling with all these goodies?

However, I skipped buying shoes for her since she already had a huge collection worth a whole store, in all possible colors and styles.

Overindulgence once again - clothes this time.

Alright, so let me know how you like it so far and please bear with it for a while longer if the chapters are not so interesting. 🥺

There are 6 chapters per act, and three additional chapters. So a total of 45 story chapters plus all the extras adding upto 58 chapters.

Published on : 10/01/2021