Third person's POV.

Whispers.

There were whispers of people in hushed voice while their eyes are fixed on someone particular.

That's what the world does. Always.

Whispering sinful things to others for their own pleasure and peace. Finding that peace in the misery of someone else.

Instead of helping the other, what they all do is whisper a couple of pitiful words while giving them a sympathetic glance.

To feel that supremacy over others.

Something Taehyung really despised.

Adjusting his blazer, he walked towords the church. It was the funeral of Bella Enrique.

He arranged the whole funeral. Taehyung even made sure that Lenzo was aware about it, knowing well that Yoon will be here for some reasons and he's so gonna see that Bella isn't alone even after their death. Their body is given a proper burial instead of letting it open to get rotten.

They are acknowledged in this world. Even after their death.

By the look of it, he knew there were a small amount of people from Yoon's close once who knew Bella along with some of the members of church from neighborhood to acknowledge the death. To pass their condolence.

And Taehyung didn't let any closed once know so it leaves to Yoon. He didn't even let his own parents know since he felt like there's no need for them to be aware about or more like he don't want them to know as simply he don't care.

Storm wanted their burial in this very place itself for some very reason and he didn't questioned it.

What concerned him more was, how dead she looked. A walking dead. Her eyes were so cold that he couldn't see that sparkling glint which he always noticed. That little sparkling glint of her soul through her eyes. It wasn't there and it just cold. There's nothing left in her.

Walking inside a church is something Taehyung wasn't keen on though. It's been so long since he have stepped in to a holy place. Too long perhaps. Well, he isn't exactly a religious person. No shit.

Walking inside, everyone was wearing black along with him. Men were wearing that black suit while women wore a simple plane black dress while their eyes displayed evident pity.

He don't even know most of the people here while he let his gaze run through in search of a certain person. To have a glimpse of someone his eyes are craving for. The one and only person who matters.

And it was only a matter of few seconds as his eyes were blessed with the sight of the person he have been haunting through the small amount of people.

In the midst of the small crowd, she stood alone firm in ground.

Although everyone was wearing black, she alone stood in a white clothing, a comfy baggy white full sleeved tee and a sweat pant.

White. A shade that denotes peace and purity. In funeral, it shows the respect and gratitude towards the dead one. Her very own mother whose in peace while leaving her behind in this world.

She still looked pretty from a far though. So little.

Like an angel.

His baby sparkles.

Storm didn't even looked up from where she stood as she didn't had it in herself to keep her heads up at the moment, and Taehyung hated that.

She was keeping her gaze low, something he really hated at the moment. Her gaze weren't meant to be hidden. She shouldn't be the one to cast her head down.

Walking towards her, someone was talking to her. Probably giving their condolence and he could say she wasn't liking it much.

Her silky short hair was a bit too dry for his liking while her figure was hunched.

He licked his lips as he was now close to her whose arms were folded against her chest with eyes casted down.

Fingers on her jaw, he made her look up to him into his eyes and the first thing he noticed was honey brown eyes. She's wearing honey brown lens which resembled her late mother.

Her eyes looked too dead. Nothing but dullness.

He caressed her face with his thumb while looking at her tenderly. Too softly.

If he would have looked at her like that back in days than she would have scoffed in his face but right now she didn't had it in herself to say something. She was tired. Just tired of everything.

"You shouldn't keep your gaze low." She sucked in a deep breath as he said that. His voice was deep. Thumb still caressing her face gently while taking in her every feature.

That was the last thing she was expecting from him. Maybe a sorry for what happened. Maybe the pitiful eyes but no. There's no pity in his eyes but pure concern.

Shit, she didn't even expect Taehyung to help her with the funeral let alone be here for it.

And then she felt it. His warm lips on her forehead making her eyes flutter close. The affectionate lingering touch of his lips are something she didn't expected but she didn't push him away and let herself feel that warm lips of his on her forehead.

Taehyung didn't pulled away but let his lips rest on her forehead for a few seconds. Her scent of rosewood was there which he inhaled and let it sink in.

He heard a shudder of breath as she rested her forehead on his chest now. Their body wasn't touching but her forehead on his chest only where his life beats. It sure reminded him of days way back then.

"T-they left me." She whispered while Taehyung caressed her dry hair. "I'm alone."

Engulfing his arms on her waist he took her in his warm embrace knowing well she was seeking that comfort from him.

Back then, she didn't let him touch her nor uttered a word but now, she wasn't fighting him and let herself be with him for now.

Still she wasn't moving a single limb while he hold her close to himself.

The velocity of her breathing was increasing by seconds as her chest rose up and down against his firm once. He can feel her abnormal heartbeat to which he let out a small sigh.

Leaning towards her ear, he made sure she could feel his hot breath as he whispered words so raspy, stirring her deepest emotions she have buried over six feet under her.

"Isaiah 66:13 As one whom his mother comforts, so I will comfort you."

He rubbed her waist with his thumb and she could feel it all. When he leaned back a bit to have a gaze on her, his face cheek rubbed against her own. His very skin on her.

Everything was making her more vulnerable as it felt too real for her.

While everyone voiced and conveyed their consoldence for her loss, here he is, her husband, whispering the words of comfort as if to assure her.

And that was making her more vulnerable.

Looking up to him, he was giving her a small smile. No pity. No sympathy. Just warmth.

A warmth she could feel radiating from his body. A warmth which she could feel inside her.

She breathed as he started to caress her sholder length dry hair, keeping it neat in place to make it look less messy as he run his fingers in between her hair.

Unknowingly her eyes flutter close as she felt his fingers brushing her hair softy to fix it as an image of her late mother smiling played behind her closed eyelids.

Truth to be told it reminded her of her mother. They often did that for her.

Physical presence of her mother is one thing that always makes her feel at ease. They would do her hair and complain about keeping her hair short and not letting it grow since she have thick and healthy hair.

A gene that she inherited from her mother.

Her mother. They are gone. They are dead. Never coming back. All alone.

Not her mamma.

"I'm here." He hold a strong gaze into her eyes as he said, that making her thoughts in a halt. "I will be here."

Her dry lips wobbled a bit as the words sink in her brain.

"Are they ....... " He eyed the empty coffin placed at further and hang his sentence in mid knowing well she knew what he's asking about.

Taking a deep breath she rested her face cheek against his chest now while looking into the empty coffin.

"I buried them before." She whispered as her eyes became glassy as the sudden emotions rose up making her throat to coil up in a knot.

She buried the body of her today with her own bare hands. That's all she could do.

It would be a lie if she said she didn't had a mental break down as she buried them deep in earth to let them rest peacefully. She wanted to apologize to them. She wanted apologize for everything happened. She wanted to apologize for being the worst daughter who couldn't even fulfill her mamma's wish.

But no words came from her mouth apart from the painfull sobs of pure agony and loss. Her weeping self have gave them a thousands of kisses on their face before burying them with her sinful shaky hands.

Just like they asked her to.

Suddenly, she felt warmth over her lips which made her hold her breath in. His lips.

Taehyung's lips were on her while the wet flesh of his tongue caressed her lips. Licking her lips wet to make them moisturize as it was too dry. Before pulling back, he pouted his lips to give her light peck.

"They have lived in silence. I don't think their death is something meant to be silent." Taehyung said as his eyes captured two figure whose was staring at both of them.

Lenzo and his wife.

All these people never cared when they were alive. No one was there for her mamma's aide. So she didn't wanted these people to have a last gaze of her mamma nor she wanted anyone's help for their burial. Because no one deserved that.

She wanted to do it alone and she did it alone.

Moving back, she freed herself from his grip. She could feel the coldness on her lips as his saliva has moisture it for her.

Taehyung's gaze captured certain mint hair walking in to the church.

Right. Giving a lingering gaze on his wife, he walked to aside.

The confident steps he took and that sharp gaze he hold sure told who it was. Unlike Yoongi who walks a bit bouncy and giddy, unlike Yoonji who walks a bit feminine, Suga hold that confident and sharpness in him.

His aurora is something Taehyung always got onto.

"Did you talked to her." Suga's glance were on Storm from where she stood.

"Kind of. Did you got the information?" Taehyung's voice was hushed as he took a step close towards him.

Suga let out a evident sigh. "It wasn't Yoon. Trust me. There's no action taken from him and clearly Namjoon isn't aware of them as much as I know."

Right. Taehyung wanted to know if there's Yoon's hand behind all this but now that he knew. Then who? Who really was behind this and why?

"You're forgetting who she really is." Suga mumbled once again eyeing Storm. "Maybe it got something to do with her."

Taehyung raised his eyebrows. "So you're saying ...."

"A possibility." He said to which Taehyung run his tongue on his inner cheek. "She's a women with a lot of enemies."

Taehyung nodded. Can't deny there though, since he himself was one among it. At first, he was so fucking ready to take advantage of the information too. Just so he could hold a leash on her. Just like the way Yoon did. Taking advantage of her weakness. So it really is a possibility.

"They weren't well hidden if Yoon and you came to know about her existence." Suga still had his gaze on the vulnerable women who looked physically drained out.

He couldn't keep his eyes away as his brain played a tape which he witnessed earlier today making his brain to pound on it.

He was there.

He was there when she buried her loved one. Surely it tugged a small part of him as he saw that vulnerable side of this women which he never thought she had. A vulnerable side which he thought she never had.

After whitnessing her at her late mother's house and now, it was hard to believe this was that same maniac of lady who he heard about. The same lady who he witnessed back then. Too much emotions.

It made him think alot. It made him think it in her perceptive.

Patting Taehyung's arms in acknowledgment, wordlessly he walked out.

What Suga said was true. The only person who came in his brain was Yoon and now since that wasn't the case anymore, his brains were taking a turn now.

Sure she was women with a lot of enemies and sure she had kept her mother hidden well since if it wasn't for Lenzo, then he wouldn't have known that.

How Yoon knew about them was another thing that he wasn't aware of. And Namjoon doesn't even know the existence of Bella.

By now his thoughts took a vast drift.

What if it's someone from their own past? Maybe the thugs from those clubs? Sure it's been years but the possibilities are no less.

One thing was sure. Bella knew about this and she did nothing to stop it.

And that's something is what he can't understand of.

His gaze went to few people there walking as he was in his own thoughts but in an instant, his eyes narrowed and soon he took steps towards her.

He can feel the tensed vibe radiating from Storm as he quickly walked.

She may have sensed his approach that she snapped her head towards him. Her eyes were wide, face tensed with fear.

The fuck?

Quickly taking a few steps towards Taehyung, she instantly hugged his arm. Tightly. Storm was holding on to his biceps for dear life as her body shivered a bit.

And he could sense it all. He could sense that raising anxiety.

Letting his free hand rest on her raising back due to her sharp intake of air, he looked forward only to narrow his eyes on a man.

"Baby." He whispered to which she only tightens her hold on him, afraid if he's gonna leave. Not that he was planning on to.

The man took a step towards him. Now that he got an close look up to this man. He was an aged man. Maybe his father's age perhaps. Surely he was tall, but not taller than him.

His belly was very much evident with that black expensive suit he wore. A business man perhaps. His face held amusement and his eyes were on his wife only who was practically leached up to his side.

An unknown man who he never met in his life.

"I would very much appreciate it if you stop ogling my wife." The man's eyes snaps up to Taehyung's dark once as he gave a blank stare while the man looked more amused and surprised by his words.

"My apologies. It's been a while since we met." The way Storm flinched by the man's voice alone was one thing which wasn't unnoticed by Taehyung.

"I'm sorry for your loss." This man was a red flag. The way Storm moved behind him while clutching his blazer tightly was enough for him to get that much.

She was hiding and he can sense the fear radiating from her. He could feel the way her hands went shaky.

Before Taehyung could snarl his ears picked up a small murmur.

"Tae .... " He could feel her body weighting on to his back while she was being breathless.

Turning back, he took her close to his chest while keeping his hand on her waist and that's when he realized something. She didn't uttered any other word and her whole being was shaking a bit. Breathing still abnormal.

"It's ok, he's gone."

Why the fuck was she scared?

Mumbling he took her to bench and made sure she's seated and was comfortable.

In a snap, she engulfed his waist tightly. Hugging his torso close to her which made his eyes go wide and eyebrows to raise up, clearly being off guard by the sudden action from her.

After a few seconds, he patted her head as it looks like she's gonna have an episode.

She hide her face on to one side of his torso, snuggling while tugging the expensive material of his clothing.

Looking on to the opposite side, he saw the man watching her. More on so glaring her body.

He didn't liked that gaze on her which was surely making her uncomfortable.

If it was up to him, he would have scooped the man's very eye balls out and would have punished him in this very church itself.

Stepping to side, he hide her from the man's gaze. "Sparkles. It's ok."

"Breath for me, yeah?" And she did. She did took large intake of breath to keep her calm but the way she gulped didn't go unnoticed from him.

Totally unlike her.

Eyebrows furrowing his brain tried recall this man from anywhere but in vain.

Running the gaze on surrounding he didn't saw the man. Was he gone now?

Oh, that's no way to leave now was that?

There's no way he gonna leave that man after this.

The man surely knew his wife and he can safely say the same for her side too. But the way she feared this person is something that didn't really go well with him.

Surely they had a past.

Before he can go in search of this mysterious man, his hand were tugged behind, stopping him.

"Don't." She whispered looking up to him. It looked like she really didn't wanted Taehyung to leave her side. Not now.

Looking at her, his heart leaped to her. He can see it. He can see that fear.

But fear for what?

If only he knew.

Cupping her face, he pecked her forehead. "I'm not leaving you. You'll be fine." He gave her an eye look, assuring her.

"I'll be here." Assuring her, he gently took his hand out of her hold. "As long as I'm here, you'll be safe." He whispered looking into her fake orbs nodding to make sure she got on his words.

After a few seconds, she nodded back and let him go.

Unwillingly, he ran out of the church and saw the same elder man's back as he call him out. Making the man halt on his steps while turning around with raised eyebrows.

"Kim Taehyung." Standing infront of the man, he stretched out his hand to give the man a handshake because that's what business men do.

"Lee Hwan." They had a firm handshake while Taehyung's emotionless eyes was glaring upto him.

"What's your relation with my wife?" Straight up to the question. He wasn't gonna beat around the bushes since that's all he wanted to know.

The man wasn't expecting that but he let out small smile while pocketing his hands.

"Well, I had an close relation with your wife when she was little. We were a family." There was a small grin on his face.

Taehyung didn't give a reaction but kept his face blank knowing well there's more to it.

For a matter he knew Storm didn't had a healthy childhood or teenage so it was very evident that there's more to it.

"May I know who are you to her?" His voice was deep.

The man chuckled lightly with a small shake of head.

"You see Mr. Kim, your wife was someone special. We used to play a lot."

Taehyung felt shiver running through his spine as the words role out of the man's mouth.

"She have grown a lot." Hwan's eyes shifted to the church entrance. "I'm sure she take good care of you." Taehyung's poked his tongue on his inner cheek as his eyes narrowed sharply at the person in front of him.

As Hwan was about to turn around, Taehyung spoke up again. "That doesn't answer my fucking question." Surely his patience was running on thin now since he wasn't really pleased with the way he talked.

"Why don't you ask your wife?" The man smirked at him and took a good look of Taehyung from head to toe. "You have such a beautiful wife. Take good care of her." Giving a small smile while tilting head, the man walked away.

Oh the urge to punch that fucking man in face and blow his head by his knuckles.

It took every damn fucking fiber in him to not punch this old hag and burry him here itself.

The way he said that, it was an pure insult for his ears. He didn't liked the way he talked. Not at all.

He was sure of one thing.

This man don't have a pleasant relation with