Author's POV 

Taehyung clenched his Jaws with a deep breath and moved back from y/n's face. She stood anxiously with her eyes shut tight.
"What is is it Mr Hope?"
He questioned calmly examining her face.
She opened her eyes realising he's moved back. She breathed in relief.

Mr Hope opened the door assuming that Taehyung's question was an approval for him go in.
Sometimes, he was just too enthusiastic about his job.
So, He walked in as he spoke,
"...Master V, Mr park ha..."
He froze midway his sentence gaping at Taehyung who stood there covered in chocolate. He couldn't see y/n as she was stood behind Taehyung.

"Oh! Master V!...you have...Oh! what happened to your face?"
He laughed not able to stop himself and quickly steadied himself realising he wasn't supposed to act like that. He cleared his throat awkwardly.
This was y/n's chance to escape, so she pushed Taehyung out of the way to run.
Mr Hope: "Ooh! Miss y/n! You also...uhm..."
He gaped his eyes again looking at y/n and then at Taehyung again. She stopped and quickly bowed to him before running out. He bowed back and looked down confused.

With a soft chuckle, Taehyung watched her run. His expression quickly changed into an irritated glare when his eyes fell on Mr Hope. He folded his arms and leaned against the worktop.
"Should I remind you to speak Mr Hope?" He asked in a cold voice while raising his right eyebrow.
"Errr...Yes...I mean No...young master."
He stuttered.
"Please forgive me Master V...errr...where was I...?"
He took a moment to pull himself together.
"Ah yes!"
He remembered.
"About Mr Park, he wants to meet you urgently to discuss his options on selling his company shares"
"Hmmm...so he finally gave in".
Taehyung turned and picked up a small knife from the knife stand as he spoke.
"Well, that's great news, arrange for a meeting tomorrow, we will discuss it". He ordered while examining the sharpness of the knife by running his thumb against its shining edge.

"Sure Young Master", He  nodded and bowed before turning to leave.
"One more thing Mr Hope..."
Taehyung stopped him.
"Yes Young Master?" He turned.

The knife in Taehyung's hand hurled past him as soon as he turned to face him. He felt the puff of air blast the side of his head as it swished past him through the gap between his right shoulder and ear, less than an inch away from him before planting itself onto the wooden kitchen door behind him.

"Next time you disturb me like this, remind me if you have a death wish, because I would like to fulfill it before I kill you"
Frozen like a statue in shock, Taehyung's words didn't even reach Mr Hope's ears.
"I did aim for the door. Next time, it'll be your forehead."
He gave a warning before walking out causally with his hands in his pockets.

"Are you alright Mr Hope?!"

The maid dashed in worried about her baking duties she had to abandon halfway.
"Ahhh! Look at the mess these two have made! I have to start all over again!"
She whined to herself quietly.

"Aishhhh! I'm stood here after almost being killed! You are not worried about me?!"
He yelled loudly losing his senses and suddenly reduced the volume of his voice realising Taehyung was still in the house.
"Why? What's wrong? You look fine to me. Just a little sweaty."
She gave him an unworried glance before grabbing a kitchen towel to wipe the mess.

Mr Hope gulped tightening his lips and exhaled.
"Aaaaaaish! This was not on my job description when I applied!".
He repeatedly slapped his forehead with the folder he held in his hands.

He paused suspiciously scrunching his eyebrows at the maid.
Mr Hope: "Ajumma! Why didn't you tell me about this?"
He questioned as if it was her plot to kill him.
"Ahhh....I was going to stop you. But you were too quick to go in. What could I do?"
She whined wiping the worktop.
Mr Hope turned and stared at the knife for few seconds.
"You know he doesn't like being disturbed when he's with Miss y/n."
She nudged him with her elbow as she walked past him to the sink.
Mr Hope shook his head to get rid of the thought of the knife planting on his forehead.
Mr Hope: "Yes! Thank you, I definitely know that now!"
He grumbled as he walked out of the kitchen.

The maid giggled to herself as she washed the dish cloth. 

Y/N's POV

"Urghhh! He's so gross..."
I came out of the shower drying my hair.
I wrapped the bath towel around me as I didn't bring anything in with me when I ran in.

I opened the bathroom door to go to the dressing room to get something to wear. I paused, holding the door halfway. He was standing there with the chocolate on his face. His stony eyes solidly fixed on me.

"We have some unfinished business"
He tilted his head, before beginning to walk towards me.
I swiftly took a step back and tried to shut the door. With just one wide step he reached it, pressing his palm against it stopping me from shutting it.
"Let me take care of that".
He forced himself in and slammed the door shut behind him. I stumbled back and steadied myself against the sink.
My heart beats grew louder and frantic.

He closed in caging me between his arms and leaned into the side of my neck. My body grew stiff. Tip of his nose almost touching my neck, he inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent of my wet hair with his eyes closed.
"You smell so good"
He softly whispered like beast ready to taste its prey.
Just the sound of my breaths filled the room.
"I...need you y/n ah..."

He whispered after a long pause, as he slowly closed in pressing the tip of his nose against my cheek.
A shiver jolted through me.
"N...No..."
Moving back, I mumbled bravely, closing my eyes and trying to push him away.

My eyes shot open when I felt his long fingers grip my neck. He peered right into my eyes, grinding his teeth.
"You belong to this monster."
He whispered clenching his jaws.
"No...I ...don't..."
I whimpered pushing on his chest as his grip tightened. My eyes filled with tears from the pain and fear.

"My Princess, I'm afraid you have to learn to love this Monster."
He murmured as if he was drunk.
"Let go...of me..."
I stuttered gripping his wrists trying to free myself.
"No! Never!"
He growled low in his deep voice.
"I want you..."
He husked pulling me closer.
"...All of you..."
His hand moved from my throat to the back of my neck. He leaned desperately towards my lips and I pushed him away.

"No...just let me go...!"
I struggled out of his grip and moved back.
Holding my my loosened towel, I trembled. There was no way out.
"Why?"
He growled with his darkening glare and grabbed my wrist again.
"Because you are not what I want! just leave me alone. I hate you!".
Snatching my hand away, I screamed in rage knocking off all the toiletries on the worktop and smashing them on the floor.
My denial and rejection seem to have enraged the animal in him.
His chest heaved as he glared at me with his eyes burning with anger and clenching his fists. He came straight for me and grasped my towel. He pulled it tightly removing it off my body in a fraction of a second. He threw it away and pulled me up against him.
"I'm afraid there's no Prince Charming here."
I struggled frantically hitting his shoulders as he hissed.

"No! Let go of me!"
Gathering all my strength I pushed him away and hit him with the metallic candle holder that was near the sink.
"Argh!"
He groaned covering his forehead and I quickly ran into the shower room. I held the door shut as I shuddered.

He removed his hand from his forehead and looked at his palm. He scoffed looking at his blood stained palm.
Clicking his teeth, he flicked his hair he glared at me behind the glass door of the shower.

Watching me tremble, he unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. I began to weep holding the door with all my strength.
After unbuckling his belt, he clasped the handle of the shower door and pulled it. One simple tug and my hand lost its grip. He stepped in and punched the shower button with his fist. I turned away tucking myself into the corner and crossing my arms to cover my breasts. I couldn't face him, he was in control of everything, my body, my dignity and my tormented soul. The warm steamy water of the rain shower head soaked both of us.

"Look at me" he strongly gripped my arms and roughly turned me to face him. One of his arm tied around my waist and he pulled me against him.
"please...please...just let me go. Please..."
I begged shaking my head. I could hardly see him through the tears in my eyes.
"Baby, I'm your only choice. You are all mine whether you like it or not."
His palms slowly cupped my cheeks as he calmly convinced me.
I turned my face away trying to pull away.
Pushing me back against the wall, his lips suddenly crashed on mine.
"Mmmff...leave me."
I screamed breaking away from his lips.

Back of my body was forced against the tiled wall and he glided my body up slightly to match his height. My toes barely touched the floor. He lifted my right leg and wrapped it around his waist. His tight grip on my throat nailed my head to the wall.

"Just imagine, I am your Tae!"
He muttered sinisterly.
His words shook my heart making me gasp in disgust.
"No! Never! Never! You will never take his place! You could never be him. You are a monster! Murderer! I hate you! I hate..."
I screamed in rage.
His fingers tightly wrapped around my mouth shutting off my horrified screams.
"Enough! I don't wanna hear anymore!" he growled and crashed his lips onto mine again.
His rough bites and kisses made my lips turn red and swollen. His arms coiled around me gluing our bodies together. His hungry mouth was angrily focused on feasting on my soft skin leaving his marks all over my neck.
He mercilessly was pouring his anger on me.
"You are not him...you're...not...him."
I repeated as I sobbed and brawled with no strength to stop him anymore. My mind grew numb as I prepared myself for the worst nightmare.

Author's POV

Like a mad monster he senselessly thought he could invade her body and heart.
She didn't kiss him and her eyes were shut tight.
Her Body was growing weak and fragile as she fought him to protect herself. He always thought he knew how to win wherever he went and in whatever he did.
But not here. She didn't put up a fight anymore but she was slowly winning.

Tightly shutting his eyes, he let her go from his hold and moved back before he lost control of himself fully.
She dropped on the flooded shower floor shuddering and curling into the corner.
He turned around and stood tilting his head up against the running shower listening to her weep.

"You are not him..."
She whimpered softly.

Her words stabbed through his heart killing the ruthless monster inside him instantly. A monster who unknowingly arose within him all these years due loneliness and deprivation of love.

A monster who protectively kept the cries of his fragile heart yearning for love muted was now paralysed.
Suddenly, he could hear his heart's every beat, begging for her love, loud and clear.
He breathed deeply and turned the shower knob all way to ice cold and stood under it not wanting hear any of it.

Her rejection had defeated the monster inside him.
This is a battle he needs to lose...to win.
He realised.
"I'm not him anymore..."
He soundlessly murmured to himself before grabbing a towel and walking out.