My Possessive Husband's
chapter 6's

I don’t even understand about my feeling..

I don’t even understand why I’m angry..

I just scared that someday I will fall in with you..

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My Possessive Husband's

©ByunRa93_

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Nara’s House – Daegu [South Korea]

@05.30 PM

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The sky slowly changed its color. Dusk appears to decorate the horizon with orange color that looks romantic. In the middle of the stretch of white sand, Taehyun was sitting hugging his knees while looking away at the endless sea from the beach. Now, his heart is troubled. He knew something bad was going on in his life. What he was afraid of began to look real.

“STUPID!! This shouldn't happen!!” upset ass. Again, he threw a stone into the sea water to throw away his soaring anger.

Ever since, it's been like this. Hiding his feelings alone. And now when he finally found a place to be alone, Taehyun seemed to want to forget all his feelings. Although all of that had to be disrupted, when the voice came back he heard.

“Taehyun-ah.” monitor from a distance.

The girl ran over to him, then sat next to her husband like he was without a burden.

“Hey Han Taehyun, are you still mad at me, humm?” he asked with a cheerful face that he was trying to show. Seeing Taehyun still not reacting, he again muttered the same question.

“Yak, are you really angry? Stop silencing me. You know, I didn't mean to go near him.” Nara was still waiting for an answer from the man's lips.

“But if you think again, why are you mad at me? Don't you have no reason to be angry? You told me to get close to him, didn't you?” snapped Nara who was upset from earlier continued to be ignored.

Taehyun turned around, looking at his wife's face sharply. Nara was horrified as the eagle's eyes locked her eyes.

“Kim Nara..” Monitor Taehyun.

“What?” nara answered with cute lips.

“About the agreement.”

“Ya?”

“You remember the point where your main task is to tease Jaehyun.” Taehyun hung up his words.

“What's the reason?”

“About that point, I want you to forget it! Starting today, I will wipe it off” Taehyun insisted without intending to stare at that face again.

“K-why? You sorry? Or are you in love with me?” nara said half-mockingly.

FUCKIN' SHIT! Inner Taehyun cursed in annoyance. Her pride, the self-esteem she always tried to maintain looked so tarnished when the girl confidently told her she loved him.

“STUPID! You think I'd be interested in a woman like you? A rough, classless woman like you? I can even get dozens of girls who are much more graceful and beautiful!”

“Tsk! Alright, I believe it.” Nara muttered casually while nodding her head slowly. Either it seems like the girl's heart has become used to the insults Taehyun always throws at her. There was no longer any room for him to feel pain.

“Then what's your reason for withdrawing the agreement?”

Taehyun smiled cunningly. The cold smile that has always been her mainstay. At first glance he looked at the blue sky above, then he placed one hand on Nara's shoulder. It was interesting to get a little closer and whisper something he wanted to know.

“I was just thinking of taking the second choice to master Han’s group.” again and again Taehyun smiled cunningly, he pointed his face at Nara's shoulder, and he, inhaling the rose scent that had always been her trademark and smelling the girl's thin cheeks with her thin lips. Nara huddled, the tip of her romantic feathers standing up every time she touched it. And now the feeling of moisture in the cheek area also gives a very different impression.

“What do you mean?” asked Nara who had kissed her husband since he was in the car.

“I'm thinking about the decision to have a Child.”

“A-WHAT!” peekik Nara who seems to know which way this conversation is going.

“I will replace that point with the presence of a child. Hows it? Interesting right? hahaha.”

“YAK! Is changing the way of the mind one of your hobbies Han Taehyun? You think I want to conceive a boy like you!”

“And do you think I gave you Kim Nara's choice? You forgot after you signed that deal, I have full rights over you! You're mine!” firmly Taehyun by placing emphasis on every word he blurted especially on the word ‘Milik’. He smiled slanted when he found the look of the depressed face of the girl. He gently stroked his brown hair and turned to kiss his wife's ranum lips. The taste of sweetness he always gets when the link happens. It was an intoxicating feeling and never bored him. Great, even according to Taehyun the lips of this girl are something unique. Although he several times felt the lips of other women but the taste is still not the same. Nothing is as sweet as Nara's lips.

“From now on you can only look at me! Because I am your only husband! Understand?” remember Taehyun is like a threat.

“And, get ready for your First Night, Kim Nara!” whispered Taehyun before then he stood up, walking away towards the right where the small road he had been through was seen so clearly. He just smiled at the swearing of Nara who swore her with an endless oath.

“YOU ARE CRAZY HAN TAEHYUN! I HATE YOU!”

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Taehyun’s House – Gangnam District

08.00 PM

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The old man coughed loudly. He held his heavy chest while still sitting in his wheelchair. His vulnerable hand was trying to grab the medicine bottle from the table. He tried so hard to reach her. In the end, a hand reached out to help him.

“President Han, are you okay?” baekki said in a panic while handing the medicine bottle to the President. Baekki took a glass of water and helped master Han to drink it.

“President Han, it's time you stopped working. Your condition will get worse if it continues like this.”

“No need to worry about me, Baekki. I'm fine.” The old man tried to show his face in front of the secretary.

“How is your duty? Did you get any information about that woman?”

Baekki nodded slowly, then handed a brown envelope before President Han.

“You can always count on. But, do not tell Taehyun first about this.” the President said with his voice that still feels heavy.

“I understand Mr..”

“Akkh..” Again Mr. Han grimaced holding his chest that hurt. The pain is so great that his body almost fell from a wheelchair if only Baekki not immediately menganngkanangkaannya.

“Master Han.. Mr...” call Baekki who no longer get answers because the old man's body is unconscious.

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When I try to open My Heart, everything feels bad..

Should I give up now?

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Nara’s House – Daegu

@ 08.00 PM

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Kim Jaemin, the middle-aged man, was sitting in his living room sipping a cup of coffee from the white ceramic cup he was currently holding. Besides, the son-in-law is also doing the same thing. Nara is still in the room caring for her mother who still looks weak because of the liver transplant surgery that he just finished. The atmosphere of silence is certainly still so felt in this region, considering this is a coastal area where vehicles are still rarely passed. Even the design of houses in this area still uses traditional designs where the door is still made of paper with wooden floors that will be so vulnerable to the weather. Luckily, this is spring. If only winter were running, they would not be able to survive sitting on the floor barefoot and burning firewood in the yard.

Taehyun fell silent, watching every inch of the house while trying to dive into Nara's life. Trying to understand the girl who is now his wife. The girl she was considering conceiving her offspring. A stubborn girl who never trembled against him. The design of the house is really\-common. There is nothing interesting, the walls are cream colored with leaves\-leaf doors in each room made of a sheet of old paper typical of traditional Korean door\-doors. There, above the entrance of the middle room there is a small ventilation but so influential on the temperature of the house. It was cold out there, but I don't know Taehyun felt the warmth inside. Something he had never met in his home, in his magnificent palace.

“Appa, I miss you.” said the girl who had been there for some time. His arms hugged Jaemin's neck from behind and his chin he placed on his father's comfortable shoulder.

Taehyun looked at the face again, but this time with much more precision. ‘Cantik’, that's the one word he had on his mind. Kim Nara really looks beautiful with no makeup on her face. Even the top made of satin with floral motifs that look so fitting combined with a long skirt with a peach feel that is now being used.

“You are married but still like this. Instead of hugging appa, hug your husband.” Jaemin said as he watched Taehyun's eyes that had never been separated from his son.

“I really miss you Appa.” whine the girl spoiled.

Jaemin nodded, pulling his son's body into his arms. He caressed Nara's long hair lovingly. And for a moment Taehyun was silent with a trembling heart when he was addressing the behavior of the father and son in front of him who seemed so harmonious.

He forced his brain to remember and remember the last time his father held him. Like a kitten who thirsts for affection, Taehyun now looks so sliced. True, he could still remember the last time his father hugged him. That day was on his 6th birthday. And that was the last time her father came near her. Stretched out both hands and hugged her tiny body, then gave the miniature building Han’s Group as her birthday gift. Still he can remember well, when his father said that someday he should really own Han’s Group. It's not just a miniature. And that made Taehyun become the arrogant figure he is today. He just wants to keep his promise to his father.

Taehyun smiled smirkily. For too long indeed, even he had forgotten about how warm the embrace of his parents. But he was always happy when he remembered those memories. He misses, misses his family. Missed when his father called and called him ‘My son’. A word that is decades away. It was as if the word had become so obsolete to say. As hard as Han Taehyun was, no matter how cold the man felt, he was still just a child who always longed for the warm caress of his parents. And still it feels so heavy to him.

“How is your mother?” jaemin asked as he let go of his daughter's embrace.

Nara simply smiled as she muttered a word hinting that Yumi was fine now. It was as if Nara was asking her father to no longer worry about her mother's condition.

“You two, stay here. It's too late to go back to Seoul” Jaemin said to the couple, who were staring at each other. Nara intends to refuse because at least she knows her husband is not a person who will enjoy the atmosphere of his narrow house. But Taehyun seemed so enthusiastic to stay. It seems like he is finding his own comfort point there.

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Be them there now. In a small room measuring 3 x 3 and with minimal furniture in it. There is only a floor mattress with a cupboard located at the end of the room that is directly opposite the entrance. Taehyun was standing in the middle of that small space, observing his surroundings in astonishment as Nara slowly shifted the door of her room that looked worn out.

“What's new now that you see a house like this, hum? Your view is exaggerated young master Han!” sumbang Nara when feeling a little uneasy about the strange way of looking at her husband.

“You call this home? Ah, I've seen something like this on television. But I really never thought I'd sleep in it.”

“And didn't I tell you to go back to Seoul? You're the one who insisted on staying!”

Taehyun gave a sharp grin towards his wife. He approached Nara who was still standing at the door. The girl's face was deep. Then he stood beside her, hugging Nara's shoulder with one of his hands possessive.

“Isn't this a unique atmosphere for our First Night?” whispered Taehyun while directing the girl's gaze at the floor mattress located in the middle of the room. Nara bergerdik's. Quickly he removed Taehyun's arm from his shoulder and walked back a few steps to get away.

“You didn't really think to do it! No!” firmly Nara while shaking her head refused

“Well, didn't I say I was thinking of having a child?”

“You're crazy! I'll never do it with you!” Nara slightly pushed Taehyun's body which was already in front of her.

“And let's see how far you can turn me down!” challenge Taehyun with that cold smile again. His hand so violently pulled Nara's arm closer, then Taehyun tightened his body on Nara's body. Locking his slender waist with one free hand, while the other hand he used to caress his wife's tapered cheek. Giving a tempting touch that succeeded in making Nara more horrified.

“SIAL! What are you going to do to me STUPID! Han Taehyun!” nara's hard-earned anger held the volume of her voice so as not to be heard from out there. His hand kept trying to push Taehyun's body, but the more he tried to escape the more Taehyun squeezed his body which was already rubbing against the wall of the room behind him. Taehyun's thin lips have kissed Nara's ranum lips. Making Nara clench her hands irritated while holding back the curse she wanted to make on the man. Several times Taehyun tilted his head to the right and to the left, giving him a gap to just steal a breath in the middle of the increasingly violent mashings at each point of Nara's sweet lips.

Taehyun let go of his kiss for a moment, looked at Nara who was panting and pushed his wife's slender body onto the floor mattress in the narrow room.

“Han Taehyun, Stop!” nara's growl was stifled when Taehyun moved her kiss on her shoulder to her neck.

“Why? You scared, Kim Nara?” Taehyun****his annoying smile.

“Don't be crazy!”

“What's crazy? You forget, you're my wife now? It's natural that I want a child from you?”

“Tap—“

Taehyun did not give Nara a chance to argue again, because the man had already kissed her lips. Silencing Nara's mouth so she doesn't talk much.

‘Truuut-n.. Truuth.. Truuut..’ Taehyun's phone ringing voice was heard squealing all over the room. Nara pushed Taehyun's body slowly, making him stop his activities and stare at the girl in a\-attentive manner.

“Mobile” murmured Nara hoarse. He was still trying to neutralize his voice and breath that seemed to sting. Taehyun did not seem to have the slightest intention of shifting from the girl's body. He stared at his phone screen lazily. A little bit of a curse in the heart when the fun has to be disturbed by something like this.

‘Lee Baekkie’ muttered the man furiously as he read a line of letters on his phone screen that continued to light up. Taehyun sniffed while sliding the green button on his phone screen and placed the black phone in his ear.

“Why?” tanya Taehyun coldly. He did not for a second take his eyes off Nara's face that was flushed red. He resumed his activities carving the beautiful signs on Nara's neck, while waiting for Baekki to answer from the end there.

“Where are you? Is it still Nara's house?” baekkie asked who sounded urgent. Taehyun simply cleared his throat in response.

“You're sleeping or what? What's with your voice?” ask Baekki who seems to be getting suspicious. Again only the dehumanization of Taehyun he got.

“YAK! There is no other answer you can give other than ‘hmmm’, Han Taehyun! Quickly Build!” bully Baekkie with a high tone that will probably touch the tone ‘Si’ on the tone of the song commonly used. Taehyun let out a rough sigh, he then got up from his position then started to open his voice which sounded raucous.

“What's up? I will really kill you until you say something unimportant” Taehyun threatened with annoyance

“Master Han is in the hospital now.”

“What? how's things going? She's okay isn't she?” Taehyun really looked panicked.

“You should return to Seoul soon.”

“All right, I know. I beg you to take care of him, Baek. I'm back now.” he said riled.

‘PHIP..’ connection was disconnected. Taehyun confirmed the crumpled location of his shirt and then he glanced at Nara who was seen rising slowly from her sleep while covering her slightly open top button.

“Quicken your clothes! We're back in Seoul now!” he said rudely while reaching for the car key that had been thrown on the front floor of the closet. Soon Taehyun stood up and pulled his wife's arm, slightly dragging the girl to follow his wide steps without thinking anything more in his mind.

“Yak, Han Taehyun! You are why!”

“Taehyun-ah.”

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- To Be Continue

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Author’s Note:

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For those who do not like and are not pleased with the existence of this story. Please skip aja yes. Please, don't hate..

Criticism, advice, comments, likes and reviews I'm waiting for ya..

Thanks though..

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With Love, though,

Byunra93_