Chapter-21
Paris, Our Trip

You swerve in excitement, and your heart dances with joy. "What a day!", you exclaim with joy. It is the day you both travel to Paris, and have some time together. Taehyung is happy enough to swing in joy along with you. It was practically a honeymoon to him, while you were assuming it just as a trip to enjoy.

Your black cargo pants, the white tank top, the black jacket, the black monster shoes. Taehyung was adoring you in awe as you continued to be a baby. Taehyung was dragging your luggage and his own, while you were swinging your handbag.

"Quickly!", you squeal at Taehyung— who grunted and curled his lip up in exasperation. You leaped throughout the aisle. Taehyung hardly dragged them, while you stuck your tongue out at him. "Guess who is having a hard time dragging them things— even though he is a muscle man?", you coo at him in tease. He vigorously rolled his eyes and grinned sarcastically at you.

You swerve away from him, walking in the airplane. "Can't believe Jimin had our luxuries in mind!", you squeaked. "Ever appreciated my efforts the same way?", he cocked his eyebrows at you. You tittered at him, flapping your hand at him. He clenched his jaw, huffing in jealousy.

You find your seat and settle down, while Taehyung struggle to put the luggage. "May I help you, sir?" You look for the soft passionate squeak, finding an air hostess smiling at Taehyung. Taehyung grins widely, bobbing his head. You scoff at the wide grin he had. It was irritating to see a flirt like him smile at a lady like that.

You shoot your glares at them, your tongue rolling vigorously against the skin under your mouth. "Thank you.", he smiles again, bowing a little. The lady takes his leave, while Taehyung continues to grin at her back.

"For how long will you grin like a pervert at her? She is literally out of our sight.", you grunted at him. He rolls his eyes, "It's none of your concern." He settles beside you. You both had a bit of distance between. The seats were grand so the arms of the seat consumed a lot of space. Taehyung pulled down the blinds, blocking your view for him.

You pouted in anger through the blinds, "I am talking to you. Pull them down." "Talk? You wanna talk? Why don't you call Jimin?", he scoffs in sarcasm. "Are you jealous?" "Me? Jealous? My foot.", he pulls the blinds down aggressively.

"Just because I complimented him for a mere thing? C'mon, did I say a word when you were smiling ear to ear to that hostess?", you crossed your arms against your chest. He sneered at you in unison, "You just said. You're jealous." You clenched your teeth, snapping your deadly glares to him, "Okay, I am. What are you going to do? Tease me for that?"

Taehyung was taken aback by your sudden outburst, "N-No. I mean- why are you jealous?" "You mean, I should watch you flirt with other ladies while I am literally convinced to live with you as a wife? You must be kidding me.", you move closer to him. He twinkles his eyes blankly, "A-About that... I didn't flirt. I was just genuine to-" "Genuine? If I were at your place, and there did be another man at her place, would you sit like this? No, no way. You'd be holding a gun on his head." He gulped down the sorrowful lump forming in his throat, nodding at you.

"And what about you? Weren't you jealous too? Jimin is like a brother to me. Is it that hard to understand? Killing a man out of rage— 'cause you saw us together?" "H-How-" "It's hard to keep things from me, don't you know that? Jimin was there at our villa while you both were fighting over the call. How can you do that Taehyung? You know how eager I was to see you— just because you were like a free lion roaming around the world, killing people out of rage." Taehyung lowers his gaze, licking his lips with uncertainty.

"He deserved his death-" "I don't know that. The reason he was murdered was me. I might look heartless or nonchalant, but I am not shameless to kill someone for myself.", you pant in anger, and he seals his mouth close.

"Sorry-" "What will I do with that?! Will it wake up the dead?", you taunt him loudly. He puts his finger to his lips, telling you to calm down. You faced away from him. You recalled every word you heard that night. It was very strange of him to do so. But at last, what can you expect from someone whose whole work is about murdering one another.

Your gaze travels to him, and your eyes land on the two buttons of his shirt that were wide open. "Do you pay for those two buttons? Like they aren't even of an use to you, why have them? Even them buttons be expensive enough. Don't pay for them and save your money."

Taehyung looks at the button of his shirt with a kink of blush creeping to his smooth cheeks. He didn't even dare to button them up. It pissed you off, how his skin is exposing for everybody to see. You reach out for the buttons of his shirt, holding it with one of your hands. Just because of the little gap between your seats, you proceeded to walk to his seat.

Your knee lands just between his thighs, and you lean down to the button of his shirt. The soft silky purple shirt was a heaven to trace, but you minded the tight buttons. The buttons were well attached, it was a good problem to button it. Your fingers traces in his shirt, holding the button from under the shirt.

His body was pretty cold, and your warm skin brought chills to his skin. He exhales out a sharp breathe, trying to avoid your touch. You continue to lean down to his shirt to get a better look at the button. Your hot breath fanned against his cold muscular chest. His breathe stuck in his lungs, his heart shaking out of the blue, sweat forming up on his forehead, it was enough for him to push you away.

He holds your wrist, pushing it away from his shirt. The grip of your hands on his button tugged away, and you looked into his eyes. "What are you doing? Are they really that bothering? Who is going to see me anyways?" He takes your wrist to the seat, pushing you down on it. "Button it up.", your lips pulling out in a stubborn pout.

"I will do it. Stop touching me out of nowhere. Someone would have gotten a wrong idea about us.", he shakes his head and his fingers massages his temples. You look around, finding nobody actually looking at you. You glance at Taehyung, who was busy composing himself. You shift your gaze to your front, sneering at the effect you had on him.

"Every time you try to forget what I can do to you, I'll be right there to remind you again. I'm an incurable disease. Do anything to get rid of me and you will fail.", you lick your lips, a sneer splitting on your face....

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