Third person's POV.

The moon stood alone in the dark night sky. No stars. Maybe one or two but it never took the attention of golden bright shining. Although alone, it never showed the loneliness, in fact it took over the whole black canvas completely.

In the bright lighted small beaten up room, where there was barely anything, A boy's muffled weeping ringed. There were small insect flying in front of the bright bulb making small taping noise.

The boy looked up with begging eyes only to be met with a pair emotionless dark orbs which scared him. He let another beg for his life as he cried once more shaking his head which was muffled by cloth as it was shoved up in his fucking mouth.

But all those cries were felt in deaf ears.

The face infront of the boy was completely emotionless. Not even a taunting smirk or pathetic look that he have seen in movies where some sick man taunting or reminding their victim that how pathetic life they had lived and how no one's gonna be there for help.

Just emotionless which increased the boy's excuse of a fucking hope.

Hope for life.

Maybe, Just maybe if he cried out to the man, maybe the man would get him off the hook. This one time. After this, he won't deal with any shit. He would be the good boy which his parents always wanted him to be. He will apologize to his mother for all the shit he did. For all the bullshit he said. He would apologize to his father and will cry to his feet.

He would make up to his both sisters for all the shit he had done. He would even give back all those money he stole from them. He will apologize for all those meaning less threads he thrown.

He would stop all this. If only the man in front of him show mercy.

Taehyung crouched down to the boy's level and stare in to his eyes and took in how his soul was shaking along with his trembling body.

The boy cried out.

Taking in the boy's bruised face, Taehyung removed the sweaty hair from his forehead and caressed under one of his bruised eye. His eyes were yellowish after getting blown.

"You are dumb." Taehyung said not missing how the boy flinched from his voice.

"Trying to run away huh?"

"What about the money you kept for your fucking self?" Taehyung clicked his tongue.

The boy tried to say something. Although the his voice was muffled by the cloth, Taehyung could perfectly make out the words, so he let out a chuckle.

"Time huh?"

"Well ....." Taking the razor blade, he ran it over the boy's face. From the forehead to the jaw in an arch line while the boy tried scream as he felt the cut.

The sharp edge of razor digging in as the bright crimson pouring out of the pale sweaty cheek.

Humming, Taehyung dig the razor more deep in to his cheek to the point  that it cut through him and touched his teeth and gum inside making the whole side of his face bloody. His face looks ripped.

"I ain't got time for your shit." His voice was stern as he meant every word he said.

"You shouldn't have got in deep shit if you ain't gonna fucking own up to it."

"Fucking running away." Taehyung let out in distaste.

"Hiding like a fucking coward." The boy shaked his head and cried out in pain and misery.

"Take your time in hell little one." With that he swiped the recent bloodstained razor on the boy's neck. Digging deep, Cutting through out the veins one by one as some blood splattering and oozing out while the boy's eyes widened. Taehyung grimaced at the boy's struggle as his body shaked. His attempt on breath only resulted on blood splattering out.

Taking his face in his hand, Taehyung watched how the life went out from the boy's eyes. Second by second the boy's body was getting calm as his struggle die down, submitting to his death.

And Taehyung took it all in. He watched how death have snatched the boy's soul. How his begging eyes looked empty without soul.

"Too bad you gotta be too young." With a chuckle he left the room and cleaned his bloody hand on the way out. A man was standing out side the empty haunted looking hallway.

Passing by him the man walked behind Taehyung, following him.

"Clean up the shit."

"Yes sir." The man started to talk in to his ear pod.

Getting inside the car, the driver started to drive away from the poor street. He could hear the loud slur yelling of some absard drunk man from far away. But now since he was inside his car, it was all blocked out.

He watched how the poor excuse of a street leaving behind as the car moved forward.

There wasn't any people out on street, except for some beggars and drunk men passed out. Not much street light either.

Although his location wasn't much presentable or something Admirable, he watched it all.

Calm.

Taehyung felt calm now.

Calmness and nothing else.

Now he felt a firm grip on himself. His mind was more focused now rather than in all places.

Freeing his long hair from the man bun, he ran his hand on his silky hair. Moving his hair back, he made sure no strands of hair was on his face as he set it back.

"Go back to home" he muttered as he spread his leg, relaxing onto the leather seat while getting more comfortable.

Past days he have been on edge. Real edge if you ask him. His mind was on all places. He couldn't concentrate and he was too tensed that he decided to get in and deal with the bloody business by himself. He didn't let anyone else to do it. Not even Suga who always track fukers down who always find a way to fuck with them.

And after this one, indeed he was much more calmer. He wasn't having that feeling of being on guard 24/7.

He knew the boy. Of course he did. The boy was one of their drug seller on some clubs. Just some normal student who sold drugs. Took half of their damn money and tried to get away with it.

He saw how the boy was keeping his hope up for life. He knew it too well. Those bruised puppy eyes begging to be spared as he regretted all his life decisions at the moment, realizing how limited his time was.

He hoped that the man's gonna show mercy.

Only if the boy knew Taehyung.

The hope fading away from the boy's eyes as he dragged razor on his skin, Hope fading away from his eyes and turning numb in cold as the soul left his body.

Taehyung sighed and rubbed his lip with his index finger.

Calming indeed.

Opening his eyes, Some abandoned buildings was fading away as the car moved forward. They were approaching more to the city.

Taking his phone out he send a quick text to Hoseok on update. Just when he thought he was done, Screen lighten up followed by loud pitch music of Iphone tune.

Swiping it to green, he mumbled out an 'what' to the other side.

"Your wife is a sly fucking women. That bitch." Suga snapped.

He sighed. Well ....... That ain't something new.

"Tell me something that I'm not aware of." He leaned to the window as more buildings was on vision now.

"I can't even fucking locate that-"

"You found her?" Taehyung cut him off as a strand of hair falls on his face.

"No. But-"

"Then fuck off." With that he cut the call.

Keeping the phone on the neat leather seat, he kept the strand of hair behind his ear and closed his eyes breathing deep.

It have been two whole weeks.

Two weeks since he have been on edge.

Two weeks since the incident happened between him and Storm.

Two weeks since he saw his wife.

The last day when he was with her, he comforted her and was watching her closely during her anxiety attack.

The after effects was something he really didn't thought of.

He does remember how his room was destroyed as if an tornado formed in his room out of nowhere. Even his vanity mirror didn't survived.

She really got it in all herself.

That day, After things calmed down he went to his room to check up on her and saw her passed out on the floor.

It's not that he cared about Storm but ......

Leaning back to the leather seat, he took out his raven vape pen and started to puff from it.

It was more of an curiosity if you ask him. Well maybe a bit of concern too.

Taehyung was sure damn curious more of Storm now.

Someone like Storm, someone who don't take shit. A women who cursed out Lenzo and for sure put damn people in their places. Someone who gets what she wants. Someone who sure knew fight well.

Oh, He knew damn well she for sure knew to fight.

The way she tried to stab the shit out of him was damn. Those aggression.

The aggressiveness of hers straight up reminds him of namjoon for some reason and he for sure didn't liked the fucking thoughts. Those cunning eyes ready to take out on whatever is on her way. The eyes which demands for submission.

Taehyung knew well on how she wanted to take on himself and make him submit cause of the sole reason on him disrespecting her.

Whenever he tried to get an upper hand on her she would find a way to fuck with him and remind him that she really ain't one of those bitches.

But what really made him curious was,

Someone like Storm was crying out in a fucking dream.

His bold wife who fought with fierce, was crying in her nightmare.

She said please. That took him off guard. She said to not hurt her. Begging.

Storm was begging. Something Taehyung didn't except to see. Of course he wanted to put that bitchy wife of his in her fucking place but the way she cried and begged to not touch her and to leave her alone, The way she cried out with so much fear and emotions just took him off guard.

She looked so terrified.

Someone who hated to submit was crying in a nightmare. Begging to not hurt her.

That made him wonder why?

Why did she cried?

Who was her nightmare?

Taehyung's eyebrows knitted as he thought about the way she covered herself from whoever she thought she was with.

There was clearly more to the story.

The marks on her body wasn't forgotten.

He wanted to know the real story of all those scars which she hided behind those black ink.

Storm yoon sure hided a lot about herself and Taehyung don't go well with fucking secrets.

The car came to an halt and he got out of the car with a sigh.

It was totally silent as he could hear his own foot steps. He thought he's gonna see his wife on her usual place which was kitchen counter or coffee table where she would be drawing with an ugly colored pencil with knitted eyebrows and a pout on her perky lips.

But it was totally silent.

Walking inside his room he hummed as everything was kept new and renovated. All those destroyed shit was gone now and placed with new once.

Freshening up and cleaning his body from some of dried blood, he got into his comfy cloths.

Walking to the kitchen, he got himself the drink he wanted and settled on couch and started take some shots cause he really needed that.

The silver eyed was still on his mind.

Her image was something that he couldn't be cast out from his mind.

He asked that one question again.

Who was she really? He gulped the whole drink.

Was everything a wall she made?

One thing was sure. Inside that sarcastic, bold and aggressive bitch, there was someone else. The real her. He was so sure about that.

Undreath all those fucking tattoos, there's an scared little girl who's hiding and the day he saw her last, It was the same girl who was scared of this world, trying fight with the whatever it was. Truth to be told that bit of concern that he felt was for that girl.

He was real curious to know about that part of Storm. An part she choose to hide from everyone's gaze.

'Don't be a curious bitch'

Her voice ringed in his ear as he clearly remembers it like yesterday when she said that.

Too bad cause Taehyung was one curious fucker and he was damn curious about his wife now.

An loud roar of engine could be heard well inside the four wall of house which made Taehyung to halt in his drinking shots.

It was clear that it was an motorbike and he was so fucking sure that it belonged to his wife only.

Taking an small sip, he stayed still taking in the footsteps of boots on ground.

Slamming of door close was a bit too loud as the house was totally silent and the footsteps was more closer now.

An loose baggy cotton sky blue top was the first thing he noticed. Gulping the whole drink he observed as his wife walked lazily. On bottom she was wearing an gray sweat pant which he immediately recognized as his. Maybe she wore it when she was gone out that night.

He watched how her both hands were kept inside those pockets of top and how hunched her figure was. Her short hair looked too messy under the bright light as she climbed up the stairs completely ignoring his existence.

"Stop fucking there."

Well ...... Ain't that something familiar now. He rolled his eyes at thought and walked towards the stairs.

He watched how she turn around with a tilted head, hands still inside those loose pockets from the middle of stairs.

Taehyung observed how both of her eyebrows were curved up in a questioning manner.

Tired.

She looked damn tired now.

Those vibrant cunning silver eyes looked tired. Her facials screams tiredness.

No taunting or teasing facial was there on her face nor the hint of glint in those cunning eyes. Just tiredness.

Dark circles was evident as her eyes held an hint of redness. Her Tan skin looked more tanner as if there were a bit oily.

Taehyung observed how she sighed and rubbed her right eye which was squinted. Blinking eyes for few seconds, Storm once again looked at him.

He licked his lips as he saw her silver orbs were becoming glassy. At this moment he didn't knew if it was the reflection of light or it was because of how she rubbed her eye.

"What happened?" He asked lowly just for her to hear and he sure wanted to know the answer to that.

An unknown emotion was surfing through out her soul for some reason and he didn't knew what to make out of this.

What was she feeling?

Was he just imagining this?

An tap echoed as Storm stepped down from stairs. He saw how she bited her lips hardly.

Storm was now standing taller than him with a few stairs higher. Now since he had a good close look on her, her short hair looked a bit dried up this close. Eyes were more red. For some reason this just reminded him of the same day when she had an anxiety attack.

Something caught his eyes in the midst of moment. On the right side her neck, he surely remembers it like yesterday when it happened.

There carved on her right side of her neck was his initials. Big bold letters.

K
T
H

Was carved in pinkish blackish. Claiming her, Just like how she did to him. He really did claimed her and carved it as an reminder on how she is connected to him and only him. No one can see her naked self but only him.

That was when something else hit his brain as he awarted his gaze from her neck holding back the need cares it and suck on it to make the colour more dark.

An unknown fragrance invaded his nostrils hitting his head with each breath he took in. Something so foreign.

The smell of soft amber and smoky vanilla was there clearly and no, This ain't her's. The fragrance itself felt like nostalgic for him.

Taehyung wanted her to spit out where the fuck she was and what the fuck she have been doing. But for a fact he knew he would never gonna get an straight answer from his wife.

But after seeing his wife all he could ask at the moment was one thing and he voiced it out.

"Are you ok?" He husked and she bited her lips harder which he clearly noticed as she was close now.

Storm sighed and free her flushed swollen yet dried up lips and once again stepped out of the stairs to ground looking upto him. Taehyung became stiff when she leaned in a bit assuming something else gonna happen but what happened totally got him off guard.

Leaning in, Storm rested her forehead on his chest and just stayed there. She didn't moved neither hold him. Just rested her head on his vast chest were he could feel his heart rate getting increasing bit by bit as seconds passed.

The musky scent was taking all over him now as he let it sink in. Not just soft amber and smoky vanilla but there were an little bit of cinnamon tea to scent. Exotic. That's all he could say. That bit of spice musk just added an homely feeling.

Taehyung stayed still and just turned his face to her and took a deep breath and he can certainly say that it was from the baggy top that she wore which looked old.

Taehyung could feel her breathing but he didn't knew what to do at the moment. All those images of her's flashed in his mind. The vulnerability, fear, pain and scars.............

And now .......... He really don't know. Taehyung gulped his saliva as his hands were still on his side.

Just her resting on his chest, Not much physical touch as her hands were on her side just like his. Then why was he feeling something more intimate? Which he hated of course.

He felt like wanting. Wanting to know. To know Storm.

He really did wanted to know her deepest soul, what lies beneath all those walls.

One of his hand slightly touched her hips as he wanted to roam it inside the that baggy cloth to feel her warmth but she flinched and backed away from him. Not returning his gaze, she wetted her chapped lips.

Wordlessly she climbed up stairs without a single gaze and he watched how she practically dragged herself up to her own room. He listened to how the door clicked open and closed and bite his lips as he turned around and walked up to the couch were he once sat with the abandoned bottle of drink.

Taking up his phone he dailed one particular number and sat on couch taping his bare feet on the carpet.

"Hello" An sweet voice came out from other side which warmed his heart knowing who was on other side.

"Want details on Storm, Daughter of yoon. Not the regular shit. Dig deeper. Wanna know every single shit"

An chuckle echoed on his ear from the phone "Done" with that the call was cut short.

Taehyung looked at one of those random flower vase on the corner of room and rubbed his face with both hands.

For past weeks he have been curious. Now he wants to. He wants to know the real Storm and he's so gonna fucking find it at any cost.

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Seems like Storm has lot in her mind lately.

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