Taking a few deep breaths to apparently calm my nerves, I finally let out,
"She did, and it took me every cell in my brain and body not to kill her right there."

"I know you hate her, and you wouldn't want to do anything with her. But you know what hurts? The fact that you didn't tell me this. That hurts, Taehyung. Didn't we agree to tell everything to each other at all times? Hm?" She sounded angry and upset at the same time.

"Yeah, right, we did. But still why did you not tell me everything? You knew it all along that Namjoon and Hana were getting married and that he would be taking charge of the hospital after their engagement. We even spoke about her wedding one night, didn't we? You never uttered a word even then. How could you do that?" I pointed at her and fumed angrily.

"Because you would anyway learn that when we attend the engagement party on Friday. But what you kept from me is not something like that," Amanda paused and took in a deep breath. "Hana met me in the elevator yesterday and all the disgusting things she spoke... I literally had to hold my hands down from strangling her to death. She is fucking obsessed with you, Taehyung, and she dared to tell me that I should learn how to keep my man to myself. Do you know how insulting that was? That too coming out of her disgusting mouth?" My wife's voice cracked, and I took two steps closer to her and reached out to hold her.

My entire angry facade disappeared at once, and my gaze and voice softened.
"Hey... Mandy," I cupped her jaw in my hand. "I didn't mean not to tell you. I just didn't want to make you upset. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.. I know it's my fault..." I held her cheeks in both my hands.

"I didn't mean to keep things from you as well. I didn't want you to feel insecure just because he came back, and you just had a bad day before I knew of this. I didn't want to upset your mood once again," she touched my hands with hers. "I'm sorry," she mumbled, lowering her head.

"Forgiven. And me?" I lifted her face up to meet her beautiful eyes.

"Not yet," she tilted her head, lifting her chin, and I stepped closer to her and leaned forward, letting my lips brush against hers.

"We don't have all day, gorgeous," I pecked her lips once, twice and then she grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me impatiently, closing in on my lips with her soft, full ones.

I didn't waste a moment and swiftly slid one hand to her ass and gave it a squeeze that made her lips part. Sliding my tongue into her mouth, I let our tongues fight it out as I began unbuttoning her blouse in full speed.

Her free hand worked quickly on the buttons of my shirt and pushed it down my shoulders, sending it to the floor. I walked us to the couch without breaking the kiss and pushed her to lie down, and our lips parted.

Getting rid of my belt and trousers, I stepped out of my underwear while closely watching my wife get rid of her clothes.

Amanda's POV

Taehyung lay on top of me on the couch, and I pulled him towards me letting our lips lock in a heated kiss. His hands held my sides strongly as he sucked my lower lip, letting me suck on his upper lip. Cupping his hand around my breast, he trailed his kisses down to my neck and collarbone.

"You're mine," he mumbled into my neck before his lips attached to my sweet spots and began sucking hard, bruising me. I hissed and pulled his hair making him grunt and slowly run his tongue in circles over the mark he made.

"We don't have all day," I breathed out impatiently, waiting to feel his love, waiting for him to fill me up, and he did...in one slow and smooth thrust, he entered me firmly, pushing himself into my body. I held the sides of his neck and looked into his intense eyes, looking back at me with his smoldering gaze as he made love to me.

"No one can come between us," he pumped harder, his hair bouncing in sync with his thrusts and beads of sweat forming on his forehead and neck.

"Not the bitch Hana" I uttered among my uneven breathing and ragged panting. My nails dug into his muscular shoulders, leaving marks on his untainted skin.

"Nor the fucking Namjoon" he growled through parted lips as his eyes rolled back, and I felt him swelling within me, ready to explode. He let his weight drop on me, and I circled his hips with my legs, letting his movements create more friction.

"You're mine," he breathed against my skin just when we both came undone, my walls clenching around his manhood, squeezing out every drop of love he had to offer and let his warmth fill me up.

"Only yours." I reassured him and let our lips collide in a gentle and tender kiss that was like an unspoken promise for the strong love we had for each other.

No one can ever shake it up or mess with it. He's mine and I'm his and nothing can change that ever.

His hands held my breasts and kneaded them as we still lay connected at the hips. I traced my finger up and down his spine and pulled him closer to me with my legs on his back, knocking the breath out of our lungs.

His hardness buried deep inside me remained unmoving, yet letting me feel his love to the fullest. He laid his head on my chest, and our breathing gradually returned to normal.

"Don't move," he whispered softly and planted kisses all over my chest.

"We still have to go to work, Dr. Kim," I threaded my fingers through his hair and slowly caressed his scalp in gentle movements.

"We could go in a little later," he looked up at me, resting his chin on my chest, and our eyes met.

"Okay," I laughed softly, and he laid his head back down.

Silence filled the entire house as our hearts beat at the same rhythm, and our bodies stuck together, feeling every little movement on each other's.

"Ready?" He asked after a while, and I hummed in response before he slowly slid himself out of my body, leaving me feeling empty. He sat down on the couch and pulled me up to sit on his lap, straddling his hips.

"Where did she touch you?" I asked as my fingertips danced around the tattoo on his upper arm.

"She hugged me from behind when I was getting dressed after a shower in the changing room," he spoke with his eyes locked on mine.

"Were you naked?" I asked as my lips attached to the base of his neck, sucking firmly on his pulse and marking him mine.

He grunted and shook his head.
"I had a towel around my waist, and I was trying to wear my shirt."

Pulling away from his neck, my hands locked at the back of his neck as I began slowly grinding my hips against his erection.

"And she touched my stomach..." he let out softly and held my waist in both his hands, firmly guiding my movements.

"We will tell everything to each other at all times," I slid my right hand to the front and showed him my pinky finger that was scalded by the boiling water last night. With his eyes fixed on mine, he locked his pinky together with mine and curled it tight, making me wince in pain.

"What happened?" He pulled his finger away and studied my finger.

"Can't you be more careful? Silly ramen," he began kissing my pinky finger while soothingly gliding his tongue along my burning skin.

My body shuddered, yet I knew it was not the right time for a second round.
"I hope we're not taking the day off," I stroked his smooth chest and stomach with my left hand.

He chuckled and let go of my finger before pecking my lips.
"Let's get dressed, and I want you to show this off." He made a circle with his index fingertip around the mark he made on my neck before kissing it a few times.

"So do I," I stroked the mark on his neck with the pad of my thumb.

Soon enough, we were driving to the hospital, and as we were about to reach, Taehyung reduced the volume of the stereo and said,
"I bumped into Namjoon at the mall a few days back when I went to buy your dresses. He's still filled with revenge."

I turned to look at him.
"Honey, don't even bother about his empty threats. No one can do anything to us. Not him, not anyone. Yes?" I tilted my head to one side.

"Yes." He smiled and nodded.

My curls had been messed up, and I ended up tying them up into a bun, and my husband had picked out a wide-neck blouse for me to wear and proudly flaunt the prominent love bite. Taehyung left the top two buttons of his shirt undone, flashing his hickey to the world. Just as we entered the elevator, my heart jumped in place seeing Dr. Hana already standing inside.

"Aahhh... perfect timing" my husband remarked and stood close to me, with his hand not leaving my ass. As soon as the elevator doors closed, he grabbed my jaw and pulled me into a rough kiss, letting out exaggerated loud, lewd moans. I watched Hana's eyes widen in her reflection on the closed elevator door, and I smirked into the kiss.

Pulling away slowly while licking his lips, my husband stroked his thumb over my lips and cheek and trailed it down to the mark on my neck and Hana stood there watching his every move. The elevator doors opened on the sixth floor, but Taehyung punched the close doors button and pressed random numbers on the control board and wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

"How about we go out for dinner?" He asked me, and before I could answer, he barged in. "But do you know that you're the yummiest meal?" He winked and blew me a kiss as the elevators halted briefly on the third level and Hana hissed in an irritated manner.

"And so are you, Dr. Kim," I stroked his clothed chest and glided my hands along the sides of his neck as he pushed me against the elevator wall, trapping me between his figure and the wall, right beside Hana—her eyes riveted onto Taehyung.

My heart was beating wildly out of excitement, and the pleasure I felt from claiming my man in front of her was out of the world.

"Only for you to taste in every way you want to..." he kissed my lips loudly and the elevators dinged open on the sixth floor. Hana stormed out at once, and we exited after her, laughing and walking towards my consulting room.

"I'll see you later, baby," Taehyung kissed my forehead and jogged down the staircase. I went inside my room, smiling like a fool.

Once I settled down, I scrolled through my list of appointments for the day and thankfully there were not many, and the earliest one was an hour later.

Leaning back in my seat, I was gushing and blushing to myself thinking of what happened inside the elevator and how my husband unleashed his possessive side on the wicked witch. Speaking of which, I randomly remembered the first time Taehyung was being so possessive even before we were in a romantic relationship, and no matter how much I denied it back then, that was precisely when I started questioning my own feelings for him.

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"So you'll be cool around him, okay?" I checked with Taehyung before we entered the classroom.

"I'll try," he replied vaguely and walked beside me to our shared desk.

"Do you see him as just a friend?" He asked me as we settled down in our seats, and I found myself tongue tied. I knew I didn't see Joon as just a friend, never. I had a major, unhealthy crush on him at that point. Yet, I hadn't told Taehyung about it until he asked me.

"I actually have a huge crush on him. Not just now, it's been there for over seven years now," I blushed furiously, and Taehyung's jaw dropped.

He quickly cleared his throat and asked me in a deep, serious tone.
"What's it that you like about him?"

"Intelligence. His brain is sexy, and it is a major turn on for me," I giggled and twirled a ringlet of my hair between my fingers.

Taehyung didn't speak anything after that, and he didn't behave rudely with Namjoon either. But he wasn't being polite too. He just ignored Namjoon's presence for a few days, and after that, whenever we were in college, Taehyung just seemed not to ever leave my side, except when I had to go to the bathroom. I wasn't complaining, yet it felt a bit suffocating.

These past few days, every time Namjoon tried to talk to me, Taehyung would butt in with some sarcastic comebacks, and whenever Joon asked me to go out with him, Taehyung came up with some lame excuses to keep me with him like wanting to study together or visit his grandma's favorite restaurant or play games with him....something, anything. He was being extremely possessive, almost taking it to a level of marginal toxicity. But he was still being a gentleman in bed.

I decided to talk it out with him and make him understand that it isn't okay to be possessive in a relationship like ours. I was okay with him finding someone to date, and I expected the same from him. And if that ever happened to anyone of us, we had collectively decided to call off our relationship and go about our dating lives and remain just friends. He was cool about it when we started, but now he was throwing tantrums, and that was ticking me off.

That Friday, just like every other Friday, we were to leave to Taehyung's house and he walked with me to the parking area where his car was parked.

"Shall we leave?" He asked me enthusiastically and opened the car door for me. I nodded with a smile and soon we left the college campus and headed straight to his house.

He was humming some random tunes and seemed to be in a very light and happy mood, and I chose not to talk about Joon at the moment.

Once at home, we took a shower and got into bed. I was itching to talk to him and clear the cloud, but he was being really gentle with me and moving his lips sensually and painfully slowly along my collarbone, his hand delicately stroking my inner thigh.

I took hold of a fistful of his freshly washed silky hair in my hand and breathed heavily when his lips captured my hardened nipple. Creeping back up to my neck, he glided his hand along my arm and laced his fingers through mine, letting his chest press down on mine, his legs astraddle, and his lips latched on to the base of my neck.

"Ahh, Taeh- no..." I moaned at the sensation, yet I knew that marking each other was something off the limits. Taehyung ignored my pleas and kept sucking hard and gliding his tongue along the spots where he was sucking seconds ago, and my skin felt like it was on fire.

"What are you doing?" I winced when he brushed the tip of his nose against my chest and lightly bit my shoulder.

"I'm marking you mine," he whispered, and I froze on the spot before pushing him away from me.

"What was that? I'm not yours, Taehyung... we agreed not to leave marks," I sat up and protested.

"Yes, you are mine. When we're in bed.." he said coolly and flipped his hair back with his hands.

"No. You can't be possessive about me. I know you've been doing that a lot lately. And I'm not enjoying it," I stood up facing him and spoke firmly.

"Let's finish first and talk later," he came closer with his steady gaze fixed on me, and stroked my waist in one hand and massaged my breast in his other hand while planting wet kisses all over my jaw and neck, moaning deeply.

Standing stiff with my hands on my sides, I spoke in an irritated manner,
"This is your problem. You never want to talk. You think your attitude will be fixed if we just have sex now?" I pushed him away. "Well, you're wrong then. The sex we have is just meaningless. It doesn't fix anything and it's only for pleasure and nothing more. You can't be possessive about me."

He hissed angrily through gritted teeth.
"So it is always just meaningless sex, is it? Am I not allowed to even feel things? Tell me honestly... Have you never ever felt anything more? I don't understand how you cannot feel anything when we're literally being one with each other," he huffed angrily and sat down on the bed.

"Yes. I don't feel anything more. And I don't like it that you feel anything more deeply than what I do. And guess what? I don't want to do this anymore. We're not ever having any more sex. Let's end everything. I'm leaving," I burst out angrily and began wearing my clothes.

"Fine. Leave! But you can't tell me what I can feel and what I cannot. I do feel more deeply, and if you don't want it, then just don't do it," he roared and wore his underwear and stomped out of the room.

I got dressed and left his home without speaking anything more. But back at home, I couldn't stop thinking about what he said and the look on his face.

'Is he starting to like me? But that's not what we planned on. No denying that he is mind-blowing in pleasuring me, but that's not what everything in life is about. It has been over two hours, and why the hell am I not able to stop thinking about him?'

Thankfully, my phone beeped with reminders that kept flowing in the group chat about the school reunion that was planned for tomorrow evening. I decided that it would be a good distraction for me and soon fell asleep.

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Published on : 10/10/2021