Now as other newly wedded couples, Taehyung and I are supposed to be living with each other, so here we are inside our new house, I on my bed, looking through some files for the company while Kim was preparing a new presentation that the employee gave the wrong information did.

He was in the opposite room from mines, in case our parents were to come, I'd just run to his room.

Suddenly, I heard things being crashed next door. I got up, walking towards the noise, seeing a huge mess. Taehyung was furiously destroying everything in his room.

I ran towards him, seeing blood on his hands.

"Taehyung, what's wrong with you? You're hurting yourself," I said, looking at his hands.

"Jungkook, leave me alone!" he stated coldly.

"Not until you tell what's wrong," I responded.

He pulled at his head.

"Fucking hell Jungkook! I'm just under a lot of pressure, now fuck off and get the fuck out!" He exclaimed.

I sat him down on his bed, straddling him. I tore a piece of my shirt, wrapping it gently around his bloody hands.

He looked up at me.

"If you're gonna take your stress out on something, take it out on me," I whispered, close to his lips.

I pressed my lips against his soft lips. The kiss was heated and filled with lust. I pushed him down onto the bed, as I removed his shirt, he also removing mines before we latched our lips back to each other.