Shattered Roses
Returning
Taehyung sat at his glass desk, the very picture of opulence and confidence. The glow of his designer lamp cast a golden hue on his flawless skin, emphasizing his sharp jawline and high cheekbones. His black silk shirt hung off his lean frame like it was made for royalty, the top buttons undone, teasing a glimpse of his smooth chest. His dark, almond-shaped eyes, framed by long lashes, were focused as he sketched bold, daring designs, his delicate fingers adorned with statement rings gliding effortlessly across the page.
Zendaya’s voice echoed through the room as she strolled in, heels clicking against the marble floor. She looked stunning in a fitted black dress that hugged her curves, her curls framing her radiant face. She threw herself onto the plush couch with a playful grin, crossing her legs dramatically
Zendaya
We’re all heading out to celebrate. Are you coming?
Taehyung didn’t even glance up, his lips curving into a lazy, almost arrogant smirk.
Kim Taehyung
Pass. I’ve got deadlines to meet. Greatness doesn’t rest
He leaned back slightly, his long lashes brushing his cheekbones as he stared at the design.
Kim Taehyung
Besides, the Bahamas are calling my name. Work first, paradise later
He smirked to himself, briefly daydreaming about clear waters and white sand.
Zendaya groaned, throwing her head back dramatically.
Zendaya
Ugh, boring! You’re Taehyung, for crying out loud. You could buy the Bahamas if you wanted to
She peeked at him, her lips curving into a mischievous smile.
Zendaya
Oh, by the way, did you hear the news?
Taehyung asked, still focused on his sketch, his voice smooth and velvety
Zendaya started, watching him through her lashes.
Zendaya
She's getting married
Taehyung’s pencil paused mid-stroke. His perfectly arched brow lifted slightly, but his expression remained calm
Kim Taehyung
I’m surprised she didn’t talk Dad out of it
He said dryly, his eyes scanning the paper as though the conversation didn’t bother him.
Zendaya leaned forward, her voice dropping for dramatic effect.
Zendaya
With Mr. Jeon Jungkook
The pencil slipped from Taehyung’s fingers, clattering onto the desk. He leaned back in his chair, his long legs crossing gracefully. A sigh escaped his full, plump lips, but his expression remained calm, almost bored.
Kim Taehyung
She really has a talent for getting on my nerves
He muttered, his voice low and razor-sharp.
Zendaya laughed, leaning back on the couch and tossing her curls, crossing her legs and resting her chin in her hand
Zendaya
Evil. Straight-up villain vibes. Marrying your brother's ex? That’s some Shakespearean-level drama right there
Taehyung rolled his eyes, running a hand through his silky black hair, the movement casual but mesmerizing.
Kim Taehyung
No wonder the old man’s been blowing up my phone all day. She’s got a talent for chaos
He ran a hand through his silky black hair, a devilish smirk forming on his lips.
Kim Taehyung
Still, I wouldn’t miss this circus for the world.
Zendaya snorted, kicking her heels off with a playful shrug
Zendaya
You think Jungkook lost a bet or something? What’s he even thinking? Like, why marry her when he’s already tasted perfection?
She gestured to him, letting her gaze sweep over his flawless appearance.
Taehyung tilted his head, his dark eyes flicking toward a framed photo on his desk. His smirk grew more wicked
Kim Taehyung
He’s not thinking. But that’s nothing new. This, though? This might actually be worth my time.
Zendaya stood, her heels in hand, her silhouette effortlessly captivating
Zendaya
Well, I guess we’ll find out when you get home. Speaking of, it’s almost 7 p.m., Tae. Don’t you have a flight to catch?
Taehyung rose from his chair, his tall, lean figure exuding confidence and sex appeal. His hips swayed as he adjusted the cuffs of his shirt, his every movement commanding attention. He grabbed his coat, slinging it over his shoulder with effortless grace.
Kim Taehyung
Right time to steal the spotlight...as always
he said with a sly smile, his voice dripping with arrogance. He turned to Zendaya, his eyes glinting with mischief
Kim Taehyung
Save me a seat in hell, Z. I’m about to do something memorable
Zendaya threw her head back and laughed, looking effortlessly gorgeous as she opened the door.
Zendaya
Babe, you don’t need a seat. You run the whole damn place
Zendaya laughed, throwing her hair over her shoulder as she walked toward the door
As Taehyung strode out, his heels clicking against the floor, he was the very definition of sexy, bold, and untouchable.
Airport
Taehyung descended the steps of his private jet with a magnetic confidence that demanded attention. His tailored black suit clung to his lithe yet muscular frame like a second skin, the deep V of his silk shirt teasing glimpses of his smooth, bronzed chest. Every step he took in his glossy red-bottomed stilettos exuded raw, unapologetic power. His dark, wavy hair framed his sharp jawline, and his full lips, slightly parted, carried the promise of danger and allure.
The phone in his hand buzzed, the name Dad lighting up the screen. Taehyung let out a soft chuckle, his plush lips curling into a smirk before answering.
Mr.Kim
Taehyung are you here yet?
His father’s curt voice demanded.
Taehyung drawled, his voice a velvety purr that could seduce or annihilate
Kim Taehyung
I'm currently at the airport. Where's my ride?
Mr.Kim
There should be a driver waiting for you
His father replied brusquely
Kim Taehyung
Good. I don't plan on standing around
His tone was colder than the steel of the jet’s staircase, and yet, laced with an elegance that only Taehyung could master. His bodyguards, towering and Stoic, trailed behind him with his designer luggage, their presence insignificant compared to the sheer force of his aura.
The moment he stepped into the terminal, pandemonium erupted. Paparazzi and reporters swarmed like moths to his flame, cameras flashing as the air buzzed with shouted questions.
“Mr. Kim! Why are you back? Is it because your sister is marrying your ex?”
“Mr. Kim, how does it feel to see them together after all this time?”
“Is it true you still have feelings for him?”
Taehyung paused mid-stride, his tall frame cutting an imposing figure among the chaos. Slowly, he removed his oversized sunglasses, revealing those piercing almond-shaped eyes, dark as midnight, framed by lashes so thick they cast shadows on his cheekbones. The smirk that graced his face could have been sculpted by the gods themselves—dangerous, mocking, irresistible.
He tilted his head slightly, his voice low and dripping with unbothered venom
He chuckled, the sound so sinful it sent shivers through the crowd
Kim Taehyung
Darling, I don’t feel. I conquer. Write that down.
The reporters stilled, stunned into silence, as Taehyung’s heels clicked against the marble floor, his back as straight as a dagger. His bodyguards carved a path through the stunned masses, their boss needing no protection—his mere presence was enough to send hearts racing and knees weak.
The limousine awaited outside, sleek and black like a predator in the night. Taehyung slid into the leather seat with feline grace, crossing one long, toned leg over the other. He poured himself a glass of champagne from the mini-bar, the chilled liquid gliding down his throat as he stared out the tinted window, unbothered by the world’s chaos.
Taehyung lounged in the back seat of his luxury car, one long leg crossed over the other, his arm draped casually on the seat. The city lights cast a soft glow on his flawless features as his phone rang. Glancing at the screen, a sly smile played on his lips when he saw the caller ID. He picked up, his voice smooth and teasing.
Kim Taehyung
Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite drama queen,
Zendaya’s laugh crackled through the line
Zendaya
Babe, you’re already on TV
She said with a mock gasp
Zendaya
And let me tell you, the camera doesn’t do your arrogance justice
Taehyung chuckled, his gaze flicking out the window.
Kim Taehyung
What can I say? Greatness demands attention. Though I’m sure you’re the one feeding the headlines
Zendaya
Someone has to remind the world you exist when you’re not gracing them with your divine presence
Her tone was dripping with sarcasm.
Zendaya
Anyway, should I reschedule the meeting for you?
Taehyung replied smoothly
Kim Taehyung
I’ll be back in time. And if I’m not, just tell them we’ll do it online. They wouldn’t dare say no to me
Zendaya snorted then groaned dramatically
Zendaya
Ugh, I wish I were there to see the chaos firsthand. I live for the mess you create
Kim Taehyung
You’d just steal my spotlight
Kim Taehyung
And let’s be honest, the world can only handle one of us at a time
Zendaya
True, they'd combust
Zendaya replied, her voice laced with mock disappointment
Zendaya
But you better spill all the tea when you’re back!
Kim Taehyung
I'll tell you everything
Taehyung promised, a sly grin on his lips
Kim Taehyung
Even the parts that’ll make you jealous
Zendaya
Please, as if I could ever be jealous
Zendaya
Bye, babe. Don’t cause too much trouble
Taehyung quipped before hanging up, a satisfied smirk lingering on his face.
Mr. Kim
Taehyung stepped out of the limousine, his heels clicking against the pristine stone driveway of the family estate. The mansion loomed before him, an intimidating blend of marble and glass, its grandeur an unapologetic display of wealth. The air was thick with the scent of manicured roses, their perfection feeling more oppressive than charming.
Before he could take in the view, a familiar voice broke through his thoughts
His head turned sharply, and his expression softened instantly, a rare, genuine smile spreading across his face
She descended the steps with surprising speed for someone in heels, her arms outstretched. Taehyung met her halfway, enveloping her in a warm hug
Mrs.Kim
My darling, you’ve gotten so skinny! Have you been eating?
She asked, her hands cupping his face, worry etched into her features.
Taehyung let out a soft laugh, pulling her into a tighter embrace
Kim Taehyung
Oh, Mother, I should say the same for you. What has that old man been doing? Neglecting his most beautiful possession?
Her laughter rang out, light and melodious, though her eyes betrayed a flicker of unease at his words.
She echoed, shaking her head
Mrs.Kim
You and your words
Kim Taehyung
💭oh mother, you know I’m right. You just don’t want to admit it. That f*cking bastard you need to leave him💭
Taehyung thought, but their moment was interrupted by the sound of pointed heels clicking against the stone. A younger woman approached, her expression a mix of disdain and forced politeness. She was dressed impeccably, but her stiff posture and sour face gave away her discomfort.
Minji
Can’t you two be a little less… whatever this is?
The woman said, her voice laced with annoyance.
Taehyung raised a brow, his internal monologue sharpening like a knife
Kim Taehyung
💭Ah, the family’s favorite snake has slithered out of her den. I was wondering how long it would take💭
Mrs. Kim turned to face her, her elegant demeanor instantly replaced by an icy authority
Mrs.Kim
I hope you understand that you’re in no position to speak so freely, and yet here you are, running your mouth
Taehyung’s smile widened as he turned to the woman, his lips glistening with the gloss he’d reapplied just moments before stepping out of the car.
The woman stammered, clearly unprepared for the combined force of their attention,
Minji
that we should be more careful with our image. Hugging like that in public...
Taehyung interrupted her with a soft laugh, shaking his head as if she’d just told the most amusing joke
Kim Taehyung
careful with our image?
He repeated, his voice light but carrying an undeniable edge
Kim Taehyung
Darling, I doubt that hugging a family member will leave a sour taste on anyone’s tongue
He tilted his head slightly, his gaze piercing as he added
Kim Taehyung
But if we’re going to be so concerned about appearances, perhaps we should focus on how you present yourself. Starting with some self-awareness
His mother chuckled, stepping closer to Taehyung as if aligning herself with him. The woman flushed but said nothing, her lips pressing into a tight line
Minji
💭this f*cker I should've killed him when I killed his sister😡😡💭
He turned back to his mother, his expression softening again as he looped an arm around her.
Kim Taehyung
Now, Mother, tell me—what’s for dinner? Because if I have to endure any more of these… family moments on an empty stomach, I might lose my charm
His mother laughed again, leading him into the mansion. Behind them, the tension still lingered in the air, but Taehyung didn’t look back. He didn’t need to.
Taehyung stepped into the dimly lit room, his eyes scanning the cold, sterile space. His gaze fell on Mr. Kim, who was standing near the window, looking out over the city like he owned it. A sharp sigh escaped Taehyung’s lips, though he kept his expression neutral
Mr. Kim's voice was as cold as the room itself
Taehyung responded, his tone mirroring his father's chill, almost as if they were strangers. He didn’t move from the door.
Mr.Kim
Did you know why I've called you?
Mr. Kim’s eyes narrowed, a calculating gleam in them
Taehyung replied casually, walking toward the nearby couch with a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
Kim Taehyung
But I'm sure you're about to enlighten me.
Mrs. Kim, who had been silently observing from the doorway, stepped forward
Mrs.Kim
Lee-jun Taehyung has been on his heels for too long. Let him rest, and then you can talk to him
She glared at her husband before turning on her heel, heading upstairs.
Mr. Kim snapped, not caring for his wife’s interruption.
Kim Taehyung
Mother's right
Taehyung said without missing a beat, glancing at his nails as if he had all the time in the world.
Kim Taehyung
I'll be upstairs soon
Mrs. Kim gave one last glare at her husband before disappearing, her eyes filled with unspoken frustration
She muttered under her breath, too quiet for anyone to hear, but Taehyung felt it.
Mr.Kim
Now back to business
Mr. Kim said, his voice dropping in tone, more forceful this time.
Mr.Kim
Since your sister is getting married, it's time for you to be married as well. Mr. Par-
Taehyung interrupted smoothly, not even bothering to look up from his nails
Kim Taehyung
Mr. Kim, do you really think you have control over me like you used to?
Mr. Kim’s eyes flashed with anger, but Taehyung couldn’t care less. He leaned back, crossing his legs in a way that screamed indifference. His smirk grew, knowing exactly what buttons to push.
Kim Taehyung
You're so naive father
Taehyung said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Kim Taehyung
You seem to have forgotten that I built my own empire. No help from you, no handouts. I didn’t need your company. I’m not the boy you once controlled
Mr. Kim's jaw clenched, his arrogance faltering for just a second
Mr.Kim
You may have your little company, Taehyung, but you’ll always be beneath me. You are nothing without me
Kim Taehyung
💭little apart from yours and Jeon mine comes third💭
Taehyung chuckled, the sound low and dark, a perfect blend of amusement and disdain
Mr. Kim snapped, standing up abruptly.
Mr.Kim
A party will be held tomorrow night. Find a suitor there, or I’ll have to pick one for you myself. They must come from one of the top five companies
As he walked out, he threw one last look over his shoulder, his tone laced with a finality that was meant to intimidate.
Mr. Kim said, his back turned.
Mr.Kim
You may think you’ve outgrown me, but I’ll always have the last word
Taehyung leaned back into the couch, a smirk still lingering on his lips
Kim Taehyung
I want to f*cking kill him
He muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair. The tension in the room was palpable, but Taehyung had no intention of letting his father have the upper hand.
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