7: INVITATION TO HELL

Grabbing your coat and wrapping it around your body, you made your way to the top floor leaving Taehyung frozen by the kitchen table.

You stood in front of the door of his suite for what felt like forever, contemplating whether you being there at ten something in the evening on your pajamas was the right thing and totally normal.

.

.

.

Who are you kidding?

Of course it's not normal.

You were about to turn around when your phone rang again.

He didn't even make you say anything but just blurted right after you pushed the answer button.

"The door is unlock, come straight to my office now."

Guess you had no choice then.

You wrapped your coat tighter to your frame, hugging yourself at the process as you swung open the door.

There it was again.

The feeling of entering a lion's den.

Just like before, the whole area was dark and the only light illuminating was under the threshold of his office.

You closed the door behind you and made your way towards his office.

"Come in," he said right after you knocked.

You slowly entered the office, closing the door behind and when you finally turned expecting to see him sitting on his chair, your heart skipped as he was already standing in front of you wearing a loose sweatpants and a simple white tee.

His hands were both inside his pants' pockets while he eyed you close to him.

He stepped forward and you had to step backwards to keep a safe distance, something about his aura was giving you the creeps.

A silent thud sounded in the room just as your back pressed on the door behind you.

You were trapped in between the wooden door and his steaming body.

"I didn't know you weren't single anymore," his voice was low, shaking in some ways as if he was restraining something inside him.

Your eyes widen at his statement, your head voluntarily looked up at him only realizing how really close he was this time. You could feel his breath fanning your own lips.

"No, you're wr--."

"How old is the kid? Three?"

You were trembling, you wanted to explain everything but he was mad. Too mad to listen to you, to even give you enough time to speak for yourself.

He chuckled sarcastically, throwing his head to look at the side exposing his Adam's apple.

He was sweating.

"You didn't even wait for a year before you f*ck someone else."

You were so taken by what he just said, words wouldn't come out from your dry mouth, instead you just felt your own hand flew on the air and landed on his solid face.

It hurt a little like electricity just flew from your palms throughout your whole body, but that sting was nothing compared to the pain engulfing your heart at the moment.

How could he be so stupid?

Tears just made their way down your cheeks, like a faucet left open, they didn't stop streaming even though you could feel your whole body going numb and trembling already.

It was getting hard to breath, your chest was tightening as if someone was squeezing it into nothing.

He was blinded by his false accusations that he didn't saw how hurt you were, instead he went on with his plan.

Pulling the white envelope from one of his pockets, he pushed it on your chest making you hold onto it on the process.

"You're the first one to receive it," he said, "you're invited to my wedding. You must attend, 'cause if not I'm going to pull back with the partnership."

The pain on your chest was unbearable that you had to grip tightly on your shirt in hopes to lessen the burning sensation.

Dark patches was starting to blind your vision.

You couldn't collapse there.

Not when he's being like that.

You turned around, stumbling your way out of his presence.

Somewhere deep inside you wished for him to stop you from going away.

But he didn't.

And it breaks you even more.

---

Taehyung was worried once again.

He waited long enough but you still hadn't come back from Jungkook's office.

Upon checking on Junghee who was sleeping peacefully in the bedroom, he went out to look for you.

Taehyung was walking nonstop going down level after level until he reached the hotel's indoor pool.

He was about to exit to the door when the sudden gasping sound echoed through the vast area.

His body voluntarily turned immediately catching someone desperately flapping their hands on the middle of the pool.

She's drowning!

He wasn't good of a swimmer but he can swim.

This might put both of their lives in danger but his body felt like it has its own mind,--going directly to the water, jumping right in.

He pulled her with him. It was a struggle at first since she was moving too much until when they were halfway towards the edge of the pool she lost her consciousness.

He managed to push her body on the tiled floor and followed after her, immediately kneeling beside her and checking her pulse rate.

Slow, too slow.

Her pulse rate was weak.

He didn't have enough time, he must do what he must do before it's too late.

He pumped on her chest, two, three times.

Nothing.

"Shit!"

Taehyung inhaled as much air as he could into his lungs before leaning in. He pinched the girl's nose, parting her lips just enough and provided air in her mouth.

He would pump on her chest a few times after this, he did it for over three consecutive times already but she's still wasn't responding.

"Come on now!"

He did it and again until he got tired and frustrated punching on her chest once with a bit more force than before ---

And then to his surprise, she jolted awake, gasping for air.

Mouth and eyes opened wide, fingers fisting on her palms, and coughing some water on the process.

"God!" Taehyung ran his fingers through his wet hair, "thank God."

Her red puffy eyes immediately looked at her savior and soon enough hatred covered her beautiful but once confused orbs.

"Why?" She mumbled, she was trembling as she pulled onto Taehyung's collar, "why did you have to save me?"

Now that he could get a good at her, his eyes dilated realizing that he could actually recognized her.

She was the girl he bump into earlier on the hallway.

Even with the fact that she was wet, Taehyung could still make out the tiny droplets of tears escaping from her lids and it somehow made him sad.

And though she looked like a mess, with her long hair tangled on all places and her clothes all sticking on her form and dripping---.

She's still beautiful.

And it made him wonder.

How could someone so beautiful be so broken and hurt?

"You should have let me die."

---

You managed to reach your suite, immediately pushing your way towards the bathroom where you kept your meds in.

You looked for your beta blockers and shove one in your mouth, swallowing it without any liquid, feeling it scrape through your dry throat.

Please work immediately.

You tried your best to breathe in and out slowly. Helping yourself to calm down while waiting for the medicine to kick in.

Soon enough your heartbeat was steady and you just let your body slumped on the tiled floor, tears started to gather on your eyes once again as you look at the wedding invitation on your hand that you unconsciously gripped onto too tightly.

Your hand voluntarily looked for the ring attached to your necklace.

The silver ring that was most dear and precious to you.

The ring that had your promise to each other engraved inside it along with his initials:

Forever Love JJK

You didn't put too much attention on his fingers. You didn't notice if he's wearing the ring. You remembered not receiving it from his parents as they said that it's best to just have him wear it until the end.

And of course you agreed to it.

And now, it's the only thing that could confirm everything.

But also now, that he's about to get married, maybe he already threw away your ring. Your wedding wasn't legal anyway. It was all just a stupid role play of two impulsive lovers.

The thought caused a prickled pain on your chest.

How could you see him take his vow to another woman?

You couldn't imagine.

You didn't want to.

You hugged your knees to your chest, burying your face there as you started to sob alone in the middle of the cold night.