Chapter 118: Seven Husbands!??
Koda;
"Who’s BTS? And what army?" I can’t help but question in confusion, and Elián gasps like I just said something abominable.
"Who’s BST!?" He repeats, and I blink at him.
Did I offend him?
"They’re the biggest boy band in the world! My seven husbands!!" He exclaims, and every nerve in my head stands straight on attention.
His what!??
"My seven normal boys from Korea." He continues, and I feel my fingers curl into fists as my heart starts screaming in my chest.
Did he say husbands??
He has husbands??
Seven of them!??
Is this type past he wanted to tell me about??
"My bias is Suga. He’s also called Yoongi. Or Min Suga. Or August D. Or grandpa... I love him so much! I was really looking forward to seeing him after his military service..." Elián continues rambling, and as I look up at him, I don’t know if it’s hurt, anger, disbelief, or just fear that floods my system.
"You... you already have husbands? You’re married?" I question in horror, and he pauses.
He pouts as he stares at me, and then he waves his hand dismissively as he sits in front of me.
"You say it like I dragged them to court and tied them down with a prenup." He laughs and I blink at him, unable to understand a word of what he’s saying.
"They aren’t my husband’s alone. Millions of us are sharing them. Especially Yoongi. He’s an international husband to all of us." He replies as he casually picks up my cup and gulps down the palm wine in it.
I grab the cup from him, and he pouts. But my heart is aching in fright. Is this just drunk jibberish... or is he...
"I’ll never get to see them again..." he pouts, and the sadness in his voice is like a sword to my heart.
That doesn’t feel like nonsense. That’s real sadness.
He... whoever these men are... he misses them. Genuinely. And it hurts to watch.
Who’s... who’s BTS? Why is he married to them? For... for how long?
If he remembered his husbands, why hasn’t he ever mentioned them? Is he... is he planning to run away to them? Or... or are they going to come take him from us?
Are they warriors? Kings? What are they? Should I... be worried?
"Elián... where. Where is BTS now?" I force the question out, and he looks back up at me.
"Korea." He replies with a hiccup, and my brows knot.
"Huh?"
"Korea. They’re in Korea. They’re mostly always there. Fan meets, reality shows... It’s their home after all. Sometimes I wish I could go there. It’ll be amazing to finally see them, you know?" He responds, and every thought in my head screeches to a stop.
To finally see them??
"You mean... you’ve never seen them?" I question, and Elian raises a brow at me before exploding in laughter.
"Only in my dreams! I’ve never... been able to afford their concerts or attend their fan meets. The only meetings I can afford are sponsored by my dreams." He laughs, but I don’t see the joke.
"How are you married to men you’ve never met??" I demand in honest confusion, and his laughter dies down.
He stares at me, blinking slowly, and his smile fades when he sees the seriousness on my face.
He leans closer to me, and I watch in silence as he stares into my eyes.
"Koda. Please don’t tell me you think I’m really married to BTS." He whispers, and I pause.
Huh?
But he just said...
"You do!?" He exclaims, and my jaw drops.
His head rolls back, and he hugs his stomach as he erupts in laughter.
"You really think I’m married to the Tannies!?" He laughs harder, and I pout.
Is he enjoying toying with my mind??
"But you just said you were..."
"Yeah! Jokingly!! Those guys don’t even know I exist. I only said that cause I admire them! If it were that easy to be married, millions of people would have ripped the band to shreds by now!" He replies as he falls back laughing, and I feel my cheeks burn in embarrassment.
Not because I understand, but because of how hard he’s laughing at me.
I fold my arms across my chest and look away from him as the sound of his laughter carries into the night.
"So... you’re not... married to anyone?" I question, despite his laughter, and he sits back up as his laughter slowly dies down.
He stares at me in silence, and when I look back at him, he smirks.
"Alpha Koda..." He coos, and he gets on all fours, and I raise a brow.
He crawls over to me, and I back away till our faces are just inches apart, and I can’t pull back any further, otherwise I’d fall.
"Are you jealous, Alpha Koda?" He whispers, and I pause.
I look away from him with a huff, and I hear him stifle a chuckle.
He suddenly moves closer, and my heart skips a beat when he wraps his arms around my neck. My head snaps back at him as he sits on my crotch and secures his legs around my waist.
"So I did make you jealous." He says snugly, and I roll my eyes.
"I like that I can do that," he adds, and I turn to him. He’s smirking at me with proud, victorious eyes, and something about how naughty he looks right now excites me.
"That was a cruel joke," I note before looking away again, and he immediately reaches for my face and turns it back in his direction.
He has a full pout now... puckered lips and puppy eyes.
"I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just rambling. I didn’t think things through before I said it." He slurs, and I stare at him in silence.
"I’ve gotten so comfortable around you that... I just say whatever comes to mind. I forgot you might misinterpret me saying I’m married to them." He adds, and I eye him as my anger slowly melts away.
How can I stay mad at him?
"Why do you seem so in awe of them, though? Are they that great??" I demand in jealousy I can’t bite back, and he pushes his lips forward like I’ve touched a topic he doesn’t want to discuss.
"...Let’s... not do that," he replies, and my jaw drops.
He’s that smitten by them?!
"What is important is... When it really comes to it... and I’m asked to pick a partner I’d get to build a family and do life with till I breathe my last, I’ll pick you over BTS a hundred times." He says as he cups my face, and my heart skips a beat.
"I don’t know BTS the way I know you. I admire them. I adore them even. But I love you. There is a humongous difference between you and them. Besides, you’re the first man I’ve ever begged to have sex with me." He adds, and my throat runs dry.
"You’re the one I want." He whispers before he plants his lips against mine, and I can almost swear that in this moment, I get a glimpse of what paradise feels like.
I hug him to myself as I deepen the kiss with every bit of desire and love that I feel inside me for this young man in my lap.
He’s what I want too. I’ve never wanted anyone this badly before.
That’s the exact reason I have to do this right. I can’t rush things.
I can’t afford to make a mistake.
I know what he’s asking for. I understand it.
But I need him to be able to look me in the eye and say it again without the influence of alcohol.
I need to be sure beyond doubt that he means and truly wants this.
I won’t be able to forgive myself if I find out that he just said all this on the spur of the moment and didn’t really mean any of it.
Granting his request now will feel like taking advantage of his vulnerability. I can’t do that.
He’s not prey that I must conquer when he’s at his weakest. He’s my omega.
I must protect him when he’s at his weakest. Even if it means protecting him from my desires.
I break the kiss, and he blinks at me, panting.
"Elian?"
"Hmm?" He replies with his eyes slowly blinking, and I can see sleep creeping in.
"You love me?" I question, unsure and a bit worried about the answer he might give.
"Hmm." He replies, and I smile softly at him as my heart leaps.
"Will you be able to say this to me when you’re sober?" I question as I hug him to myself with my heart thudding in my chest, and he buries his face in my neck as he searches for comfort in my arms.
"What do you think?" he slurs, and that’s the last thing he says before I sense him blacking out in my arms.
My smile deepens as I gently stroke his hair, while my mind wanders.
"I think you don’t have the courage to say it to my face. But now I know there’s a chance you do. I’ll hold on to that, Eliàn. I’ll hold on to that till you’re ready to say the words I need to hear you say in your right mind."
Then I’ll give you as many babies as you want.
Also... I hate BTS.