Third person's pov

Looking at his own reflection on mirror, Taehyung sighed. His face was bruised. Courtesy to his fucking wife who punched him square in his face. So is his jaws. Not to forget the reddish mark on his neck.

Walking to the bed were his bratty wife's naked self was huddled under the warm blanket, still passed out, deep in slumber, he climbed up on the other side.

Damn she looked like shit with that short hair at all her face and pillow.

Laying on side he propped on his elbow and observed her for some seconds. Just like that his hand went out to her and moved the blanket from her upper naked back which revealed the black ink creeping up on her skin to his eyes. Now he had a good look to it. Well he was curious and wanted to have an good look in to it.

He hummed while gazing at the foreign writing cause what more eye catching was the dragon, which was glaring at Taehyung himself with fiery orbs. Now looking a bit close, it was such an detailed ink. Each and every scale was detailed.

Narrowing his eyes, he ran his finger tip on her tan skin and saw how her hair on back stood up. He bite his lips as he observed closer since he is an sharp observer.

Scars

Burn scars?

With those Tattoo over it, he wasn't sure but when he touched an particular part of her skin, It wasn't quite smooth. It was kinda rough and sloppy and ..... he didn't know. The darkness to the tattoo wasn't quite equal, the unevenss of black just conforms it. It wasn't just burn scars but there were an mild wound scar too.

An cover Tattoo she did huh.

The fuck happened to her? He wondered. Just then he remembered something else. Moving on bed with wide eyes he made her lay on her back to which she whined. He rolled his eyes at that.

Bitch. He thought.

Creeping a hand under the blanket, his hand came in contact with the nakedness of her thigh. Letting it explore a bit there, he felt a bit unevenss on skin. Again. Moving the blanket away from her, He saw how she shivered at the chillness of room because of the air conditioner.

With narrowed eyes, he took a close look on her thighs and there he saw it.

Scars.

Faded scars to be exact. More like faded cut scars.

If he wasn't looking up this close he wouldn't have noticed it. But still visible. Barely. Not an recent one though. But some of the cut was real rough as it might be an deep cut, one of the reasons for why it's still being barely visible.

Must be some depressing shit she got through. He wondered.

Still furrowed eyebrows, his eyes gazed at the flowery ink on her waist, from the corner of his eyes he could see the slight twinkling of her piercing. Right. Again she was totally naked and he was gnawing at her bare body. A fucking pervert that's what he felt. Well it's not like he haven't seen anything and on top of that, she was his wife.

Moving his warm hand he caressed it, eyes fluttering ever so lightly. Humming to himself he let his thumb to gaze each and every corner of the inked skin and- wait

Did he really just felt that? There was something else under that tattoo and he was quite sure that it was another wound.

Narrowing eyes, before he can concentrate on it he saw something else.

"Fucking god." He muttered under his breath as his eyes landed on completely something else other than tattoo which immediately took his whole attention. Kneeling on bed, he took an close look on it and damn. He bite his lips.

There was another scar which created unevenness on her tan skin. An straight horizontal line which indicated that it was cut opened once. It was more brownish. It looked old too. He moved and straddled her thighs carefully ignoring her bare pussy, eyes still glued to the scar.

Putting his index finger over it ever so softly, He lined it along fully and felt bile raising in his stomach. Fuck he felt like he shouldn't have seen it. Something more private.

It felt something more intimate which he totally hated but damn, he couldn't help but wonder.

It was in between her lower abdomen and pelvis. It looked like some fucking kid drawed a fucking line with a fucking ruler. Too straight and ........

Blowing a breath out, His eyes still lingered over her skin. If anything it looked more beautiful on her body to Taehyung, he couldn't help but wonder that it wasn't vertical but an straight horizontal one. Too much perfection. The location of it made him to poke his tongue on his inner cheek.

It wasn't from an accident or anything. If it was the case, it wouldn't look like THIS. Too perfect line. It was cut opened in hospital. For a matter he had a wild guess on the reason behind it. His assumption was on one thing.

Abortion.

Was Taehyung sure? No he didn't knew, but at the same time he knew that it would be the case. The size of the scar and the location of it just confirms his doubts. An surgical abortion she had.

How the fuck he didn't noticed this before? He thought as he once again caressed it ever so softly and barely with his index and middle finger.

Right. Maybe he was too in to fucking her and she was too in to fucking him to notice it.

She was young just like him. His thumb once again ghosted over and traced those flowery tattoos on her waist and there was oddness on her abdomen. The same he felt before. It was towards her waist but not completely. He couldn't quite clearly see but did felt something just like before.

He sighed and laid on his back. No, he didn't covered her with blanket. His eyes moved on her chest were an long purplish and reddish line was made in the valley of her breast and how her bite marks covered nipples was erected due to the cold atmosphere.

Fuck.

Stretching out a hand, he covered her upper self to which storm let out another whine. Laying on his back, his gaze was kept on the ceiling fan as his mind went on places about the women beside him.

Who the fuck was she really?

And the fuck did happened to her?

Like he really couldn't understand her till now.

He thought the bitch he was gonna marry would be some daddies spoiled princess that's gonna end with him shooting the annoying bitch dead. Really. He wasn't an man with patience.

Well now thinking about it, neither was Storm.

She was ..... Fierce and more like ....... Herself?

He didn't know.

He didn't know her from inside and now he came to the conclusion that he don't know shit about her on outside too. Even after having sex with her, Taehyung felt like he didn't knew her body. Fuck he even did a little bit of investigation on her and now thinking about it, it was all bullshit. There's clearly a lot.

Oh, There's so damn much to it.

A lot to know about Storm Yoon.

A small whine from beside him caused Taehyung to snap his head to his side. Her face looked somewhat disturbed. Eyes furrowed and lips moving a bit as she was whispering. Some strands of hair were sticking to her face which Taehyung couldn't help but move it out of her face.

His eyes landed on the slight reddish purplish carving on her neck which of course was given by him. Some hair strands were hiding it from his view.

Now thinking, she often speaks in Italian and she wasn't fully korean and definitely wasn't ugly like her father. Maybe she took after her deceased mother who's Lenzo's first wife. But still something wasn't adding up to it. He couldn't point the clear root of her, and that just leads to one question. Who was she really?

She ain't no like other bitch. At least the bitches he have seen would throw themselves at him or just walk away as soon as possible from his sight itself after knowing him. He doesn't blame any of them though.

Storm wasn't really an person who could be intimidated easily. She wouldn't give in to anyone or anything and do her own thing. She wasn't even afraid to admit her deeds and needs. That lack of shyness did bothered him at times but did he liked it?

Boy, she even fucked the whore he bought home and fucked him tying up. How fucking hot is that shit.

Unconsciously his hand went to his neck and he felt the stinging cut on his skin. He remembered her murderous eyes when she charged at him. The way she aggressively kept punched and aimed the knife at him, It was as though she wanted to cut his bones into pieces. He didn't saw any emotion at her face apart from aggression. 

Running his hands on his long hair Taehyung plopped one knee up and shifted his weight to get more comfortable on bed.

Now thinking about it, He does remember how storm stood right in front of his fucking gun and didn't even flinch when he shoot. Fuck Storm didn't even flinch when he placed a fucking knife right under her eye.

She was too bold and fearless. That made him think about her strength that he didn't knew she really had.

The bitch knew how to fight for sure. Yoon sure teached her that much, to put up a real fight.

But what really concerning was how all this reminds him of his own boss. Namjoon. Her aggression just straight up reminds him of namjoon. How she do her things is just-

An shudder snap Taehyung out of his thoughts and to snap his head to his wife. She was breathing heavily or more like she was trying to grasp breath. The eyeballs was moving behind her closed eyelids, kinda restless now as he saw how she was sweating slightly despite the coldness of room.

He moved to side facing her, observing her as her breathing escalated.

She was having an nightmare he guess.

An evident frown was visible on her face which was getting more deep.

Should he wake her up?

Naaaah. He thought but before he can avert his eyes he saw how her jaws was shaking. He could hear her teeth being chattering. It looked like she wanted to fucking scream.

He clicked his tongue and moved more to side and extended his hands to shake her and wake her the fuck up from whatever fantasy she was living in.

"Yah ... Wake the fuck up you bitch" he grumbled and was about to shake her arm violently, But before he could proceed, Something happened which really got him off gaurd.

An tear escaped from the corner of her left eye and it wasn't too late as the other eye following it. An small whine escaped from her lips once again.

Licking lips he moved closer to her and watched her disturbed face and those tears.

Damn those tears.

She's really living through the nightmare huh. he thought.

Leaning more closer, he wiped an tear with his thumb and let it linger there for a moment. He observed her face more closer as another small whine escaped her chapped lips, it ringed in Taehyung's ear as an plea.

He caressed her cheek with thumb, drinking in her very disturbed face and just like that her eyes were opened.

Before he knew, A loud shriek resonated in room followed by her scream. Storm shrieked loudly and trashed out of bed to the floor with a thud.

He watched how her naked self was backing away screaming while covering her face with her arms as if she was saving herself from him.

For a good five second he blinked his eyes to take the scene in which was unfolding in front of his eyes. He watched how her body was shaking badly. At the moment he couldn't say if it was because of coldness or her nightmare.

Shuffling to the end of bed his legs touched the plush of carpet on floor "Storm?" He voiced out carefully not knowing what to make out of the sudden things that just happened. His dark orbs never leaving her shaky self as he noticed how she flinched because of his voice.

Shaking her head badly, she cried out mumbling words like 'No no no, please don't, I'll behave' and such.

"The fuck?" He mumbled and stood up and at same time Storm looked at him.

An shiver run through his spine as he once again took in the sight infront of him. He gulped every bit of her face at this moment.

The silver orbs of hers was filled with tears. She was staring at him with so much of emotion that burned his calmness. Her arms were covering her nakedness dearly from him as her knees was up against her chest.

It looked like she couldn't breath as she tried to get a grasp of damn air. Her chest heaved up and down as she was struggling.

Emotions.

There was so much emotions and vulnerability in her eyes. For the first time he was seeing her like this. For the first time he was seeing emotions other than brattiness, sarcasm and aggression in her.

Weak. She looked so damn weak which was an fucking concern.

But what blow his mind was another thing. One thing he didn't thought he would see in her. Fear. There's fear written in all her face.

"Storm." He said alerted now with brows furrowed. As he took a conscious step he saw how she shrieked and tried to back away again but instead she was scooting more close to the wall as if the wall's gonna merge her into it.

"Don't. Pl-please d-don't" she shaked her head left to right violently.

She's scared. He thought.

"Hey hey." He showed of his hands in front of him as if he was surrendering to her and Storm observed him with teary eyes still shaking her head.

He could careless for her. Truth to be told he don't give a shit about anything. But after what he witnessed across her body today, he couldn't help it and seeing her like this, he couldn't quite help it.

An fit cough bought him back to reality and he saw how his wife was laying on floor, coughing aggressively while clutching her bare chest.

Now the fuck he's gonna do?

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