Born to Be Loved.
Chapter 1
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𝕊𝕖𝕠𝕦𝕝 ℂ𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕝 ℍ𝕠𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕝, Midnight.
The hallway was cold and silent. Bright lights above flickered slightly, casting sharp shadows on the floor. Nurses moved quickly, their footsteps echoing against the quiet walls.
Outside Room 309, two families waited. On one side sat the Choi family. Madam Choi held her expensive purse tightly, her face hard. Her son, Choi Min-jae, checked his watch again and again, looking annoyed.
Across from them, the Kim family sat still. Chairman Kim walked back and forth. Madam Kim stared at her phone, not saying a word.
No one wept. No one prayed.
Because no one here came for love. Only formality.
The clock ticked toward midnight when the door creaked open.
A nurse stepped out — young, pale, and trembling, cradling a small bundle wrapped tightly in a snow-white blanket. Her face was ghostly, lips dry as she opened them.
Nurse.
Congratulations, *she said softly.* The baby has been delivered. A healthy baby boy.
No cheer.
No celebration.
Just the scrape of chairs as the families stood in unison.
Then came the words that changed everything.
Nurse.
…But the mother… *she swallowed, her voice is low* ... she’s in critical condition. Massive internal bleeding. We’re trying everything, but…
Nurse.
…She might not make it through the night.
Gasps echoed — but none out of heartbreak.
Only scandal. Reputation. Inconvenience.
Madam Choi’s pearl necklace trembled slightly.
Mrs.Choi.
What are you saying? She was fine just yesterday! How could she—?
Nurse.
Her body was fragile. The pregnancy was high-risk. She… she fought to keep the child.
Min-jae scoffed from behind her.
Choi Min-jae.
She should’ve listened. I told her again and again — she wasn’t strong enough to carry it.
The entire hallway froze.
Nurse.
She’s your wife. She’s dying—
Choi Min-jae.
She did this to herself, *Min-jae cut in sharply.* She was warned. She insisted on keeping the baby. I told her I didn’t want this. She’s the one who forced it into our lives.
Chairman Kim stopped pacing.
Mr.Kim.
Mind your tone, Min-jae. You’re speaking of my daughter.
Choi Min-jae.
Your daughter was reckless, *Min-jae said flatly.* Now look what she’s done.
Mrs.Kim.
How dare you speak that way—!
But the doctor emerged next, wiping his brow with a cloth, surgical mask still around his neck. His face was exhausted — grief written in the lines on his forehead.
Doctor.
We’re stabilizing her for now, but it doesn’t look good. The damage is… extensive. She’s conscious, but fading.
Chairman Kim’s face twitched.
Mr.Kim.
Is there anything money can do?
Doctor.
Sir… this isn’t about money. It’s about time. Minutes, maybe.
The baby whimpered. The nurse tried to soothe him, gently rocking him in her arms.
She turned to Min-jae, eyes pleading.
Nurse.
Would you… would you like to hold your son?
Min-jae looked at her like she had offered him poison.
Choi Min-jae.
He’s the reason she’s dying, *he snapped.* I never wanted him. I told her to abort. This… this thing took her from me.
The nurse flinched as though slapped.
Mrs.Choi.
This child has been nothing but misfortune since the day she got pregnant.
A faint cry rose from the infant — not loud, but heart-wrenching. As if he sensed the venom in the air. His little fists clenched, his face scrunched, tears spilling down a face too new for sorrow.
The doctor snapped, his voice rising.
Doctor.
You are talking about a baby, he didn’t ask to be born! He didn’t choose any of this.
Choi Min-jae.
Then let someone else deal with him.
Min-jae said coldly, stepping back.
Choi Min-jae.
He’s not my problem.❄
And then—
The air shifted.
Thunderous footsteps echoed through the hallway.
Fast. Furious.
A man turned the corner — tall, striking, and utterly unignorable. His coat flew behind him, his dark hair stuck to his damp forehead, and fire — no, a storm — swirled in his almond eyes.
No one breathed.
Even the nurse froze, baby clutched tight to her chest.
Taehyung didn’t look at anyone.
He walked directly to her, his gaze falling instantly on the crying child.
With gentle hands, he reached for the baby.
The nurse hesitated for only a moment — then gave him over.
And the moment that tiny bundle touched his chest — the crying stopped.
The baby breathed in his warmth, his scent… and let out a soft, hiccuping sob, clutching Taehyung’s shirt with trembling fingers.
Taehyung’s jaw clenched. His arms curled protectively around his nephew. His heart — shattered. His sister — dying. His blood — condemned.
He turned, eyes like ice and wildfire both, staring down every single person in that corridor.
Choi Min-jae.
Of course you’d come. Emotional as ever—
Kim Taehyung.
Speak one more word, and I’ll bury that tongue of yours in the floor. ❄
Taehyung’s voice was like thunder.
Low. Dangerous. Calm in the way lightning is calm before it hits.
Chairman Kim stepped forward.
Kim Taehyung.
Not you. Not her. *His glare sliced to his mother.* You stood here and said nothing. Your daughter is dying, and you’re still worried about reputation. ❄
Madam Kim’s mouth trembled.
Kim Taehyung.
You’re pretending. ❄
Kim Taehyung.
And you—you called this child cursed? My sister is giving her life for him. That makes him more human than all of you combined. ❄
The baby whimpered again. Taehyung rocked him gently, fingers brushing his soft cheek.
Then — a voice. Weak. Almost lost, whisper floated from inside the ward.
His eyes widened. The breath fled his lungs.
And without another glance at them, he walked into the room, the baby safe in his arms.
He stepped into the dimly lit room.
The steady beep of the heart monitor echoed in the sterile silence.
Too slow.
Too soft.
Too close to the end.
Taehyung stood frozen at the doorway, his throat clenched tight, eyes locked on the fragile figure lying in the hospital bed.
His sister. His protector. His whole childhood in a single heartbeat.
The whisper was nearly lost to the machines.
He moved instantly, crossing the room like a shadow, pulling a chair beside her bed, his hands trembling. In his arms, the baby stirred softly, letting out a sleepy whimper.
Taeyeon's eyes dim but full of warmth, focused on the child.
Taehyung gently placed the baby in her arms.
Her frail fingers closed around her son like porcelain about to crack. She held him as though she could imprint her soul into his skin in those last fleeting moments.
A single tear rolled down her cheek — and she smiled.
Choi Kim Taeyeon.
He’s beautiful… isn’t he?
Her voice was paper-thin.
Taehyung brushed the sweat-soaked hair from her forehead, trying to smile — but it didn’t reach his eyes.
Kim Taehyung.
He looks just like you… especially when he cries.
She let out a soft laugh, barely a breath.
Choi Kim Taeyeon.
…Did Min-jae hold him? *she asked, almost childlike in hope.*
Taehyung’s throat clenched.
His heart broke… again.
He couldn’t lie. Not to her. Not now.
Kim Taehyung.
He didn’t even look back.
A small, bitter laugh escaped her lips — dry, hollow.
Choi Kim Taeyeon.
I thought… maybe… just once…
Kim Taehyung.
You don’t need him.
Taehyung whispered, gripping her hand.
Kim Taehyung.
He doesn’t deserve you… or this child. You’re not alone, noona. I’m here.
Her eyes flicked down to her child again — memorizing every detail. The curve of his nose. The softness of his cheek. The flutter of lashes.
Then she looked back at Taehyung — the boy she’d raised like a son, the man she trusted more than life.
Choi Kim Taeyeon.
I don’t have time, do I?
Choi Kim Taeyeon.
Please, don’t lie to me now.
Kim Taehyung.
You’re tired. But you’re not alone. I’m right here.
Choi Kim Taeyeon.
Promise me.
She said, suddenly urgent, the strength in her voice rising with panic.
Choi Kim Taeyeon.
Tae… promise me they won’t get him. Not our parents. Not Min-jae. No one. Promise me you’ll protect him. That you’ll raise him… love him like your own.
He leaned forward, burying his face against her forehead, shaking with sobs.
Kim Taehyung.
I swear. On my life. On everything we ever shared. He’ll never feel abandoned. He’ll never feel unloved. I will raise him, noona. I’ll give him everything.
She smiled faintly, her fingers brushing his tear-streaked cheek.
Choi Kim Taeyeon.
You were always… the only one who really loved me without reason.
The monitor beeped slower.
She reached up with a shaking hand, caressing her baby’s cheek, then Taehyung’s.
She exhaled sharply — a breath that rattled with pain and finality.
Choi Kim Taeyeon.
Bear… marry someone who truly sees you. Someone who chooses you, not someone Appa picks to polish the family name.
Her lips trembled as she forced the words out.
Choi Kim Taeyeon.
Don’t end up like me… I died the moment I said ‘I do.’
Taehyung’s throat tightened. Tears clung to his lashes.
Kim Taehyung.
It’s already done, noona… you know that. I’m engaged. A business deal. That’s all it is.
Choi Kim Taeyeon.
Then end it.
She said, voice slicing through the room with sudden urgency.
Choi Kim Taeyeon.
Tae, listen to me. Don’t chain your soul to something that starves it. Don’t live behind a mask and let your heart rot in silence. Don’t become another hollow heir in a tailored cage.
Taehyung blinked rapidly, crumbling inside. He leaned closer, pressing his forehead to her hand.
Kim Taehyung.
I will… I promise. Just— just stay, okay? Stay with me, noona. Don’t go… not yet.
His voice cracked like glass.
She exhaled — slow, like the wind slipping away.
Her eyes fluttered half-open, and her lips moved gently, barely forming the words.
Choi Kim Taeyeon.
Noona will always stay with you… even if you can’t see me.
Taehyung sobbed softly, his grip trembling.
His tears were falling freely now, streaming down his cheeks.
Kim Taehyung.
Please, I need you—don’t leave me behind.
Her eyes fluttered, unfocused, lost between worlds.
Choi Kim Taeyeon.
I’m not afraid anymore… *she whispered, her voice like a dying flame.* He’ll be safe. With you… with my bear…
Taehyung shook his head, refusing to accept the way her voice was fading.
Kim Taehyung.
Stay with me—just a little longer. Please. I’m not ready—don’t go yet, noona—don’t go...
Her eyes drifted toward the ceiling, and her lips barely parted.
The monitor’s beeping began to slow further.
A horrible sound. The countdown to goodbye.
Her hand shook as she lifted it to the baby’s face again. Then to Taehyung’s.
Choi Kim Taeyeon.
Take care of my son… love him like I would’ve. And take care of yourself, Tae… you matter more than they ever told you. I— I lo—
A long, haunting beep filled the room.
His voice was barely a whisper — stunned, trembling, already breaking.
Kim Taehyung.
No, no—please!
He gripped her shoulders, voice rising in panic.
Kim Taehyung.
You can’t—Noona, wake up! Please—don’t do this! Don’t leave me—don’t leave your bear like this.
He sobbed violently, cradling her lifeless body as if trying to will her back to life.
Kim Taehyung.
Please come back… I still have so much to say… so much to show you. Please don’t disappear… not like this… not when I need you most.
There was no answer. No warmth in her hand. No breath on her lips.
A silence that screamed louder than any goodbye ever could.
The baby’s cry pierced the heavy silence — high and desperate — like a fragile soul mourning a loss it hadn’t yet lived long enough to understand.
The sound wasn’t just a cry. It was grief in its purest, smallest form. A mourning wail for a mother he would never know.
The nurse entered quietly, her breath caught in her throat. She approached with reverence, as though the room itself had become sacred in its sorrow.
Gently, she laid a comforting hand on Taehyung’s back — offering solace where words had no place.
Taehyung didn’t flinch. His body trembled with sobs, face buried deep into the fabric of his sister’s blanket — the last piece of her warmth that still lingered. Grief consumed him in violent, crashing waves.
And still, the baby cried.
Minutes passed, silent but for the aching sobs of a brother and the helpless cries of a newborn.
Then, as if something within him shifted — cracked open and bled into purpose — Taehyung slowly lifted his head. His face was a map of sorrow: red, swollen eyes, tear-streaked cheeks, lips trembling as he turned to the sound of the child.
He reached for the baby, hands shaking, and drew him close against his chest.
This time, he didn’t just hold him out of instinct — he held him with devotion, with a promise being etched into the marrow of his bones.
He kissed the baby’s head softly, his breath catching, voice no more than a whisper as it cracked under the weight of his words.
Kim Taehyung.
You weren’t born to carry this pain.
Kim Taehyung.
You weren’t born to be cursed… or to be blamed for the life she lost.
He closed his eyes, resting his forehead against the baby’s.
Kim Taehyung.
You were born to be cherished.
Kim Taehyung.
You were 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙.
A trembling breath escaped him.
Kim Taehyung.
And I’ll make sure you are.
Kim Taehyung.
No matter what it takes… even if I have to give you every last piece of me.
He held the baby tighter, as if he could shield him from fate itself. His tears didn’t stop, but his hands no longer trembled.
Grief still clung to him, sharp and suffocating — but it no longer stood alone.
In its shadow bloomed something quiet, but unyielding.
But her heartbeat lived on in the child.
And now, Taehyung would carry them both.
But because he would never let this child feel alone in a world that had already taken too much.
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Chapter 2
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Taehyung stood still, unmoving. His sister’s child — tiny, fragile, and warm — rested against his chest.
His sister lay cold beside them.
Her final smile still lingered, soft and bittersweet, as if she was dreaming of a life she would never get to see.
Taehyung’s tears had dried long ago.
Now, all that remained was fire.
A deep, venomous fury coiled beneath his calm exterior. His grief had evolved — no longer helpless sorrow, but something far more dangerous.
He turned and walked out of the room slowly. His footsteps echoed down the sterile hallway. He didn’t look back — not at the machines, not at the body of the sister he loved more than life itself.
Outside the room, a cluster of waiting family members turned as they heard the baby cry again — louder this time, like his soul recognized something had shattered.
But when they saw Taehyung…
They didn’t rush toward him with questions or comfort.
Because what they saw in his eyes wasn’t just grief.
Mrs.Kim.
What… what happened?
His mother asked softly. Her voice trembled — not with sadness, but unease.
He replied, voice hoarse, almost unrecognizable.
Kim Taehyung.
She gave everything she had… just to bring this little angle into the world.
A silence heavier than death fell over the hallway.
His father exhaled harshly, rubbing his forehead like he’d forgotten something on a grocery list.
Mr.Kim.
Then we should contact the funeral service—
Kim Taehyung.
I’ll do it. ❄
Taehyung interrupted, eyes still fixed ahead.
Kim Taehyung.
You don’t need to lift a damn finger. None of you do.❄
His mother began, reaching out.
Kim Taehyung.
You let her die feeling unloved. ❄
Taehyung said coldly, looking her dead in the eyes.
Kim Taehyung.
She died wondering if anyone would bother to come inside and see her face one last time.
His brother-in-law, Min-jae, stood behind them, his jaw clenched, arms crossed tightly across his chest like a shield.
Kim Taehyung.
She asked for you, you know.
Taehyung said, turning his head toward Min-jae.
Kim Taehyung.
She asked if you held him.
Kim Taehyung.
She laughed when I told her you hadn’t. Not because it was funny. Because that’s how little she expected from you. ❄
Min-jae’s mother bristled, stepping forward.
Mrs.Choi.
Watch your tone, Taehyung. We just lost our daughter-in-law.
A slow, menacing smile curved his lips.
Kim Taehyung.
Oh, now she’s your daughter-in-law? That’s rich. Where was that title when she sat at your dinner table, treated like she didn’t even exist? When you questioned her worth every time she breathed too loudly or spoke too softly? ❄💢
Kim Taehyung.
You treated her like a servant. She was never part of this family — just an inconvenience carrying your so-called precious lineage. ❄
Mrs.Choi.
She wasn’t perfect, *she snapped.*
Kim Taehyung.
She was perfect.
Kim Taehyung.
She was enough.
Taehyung growled, his voice low and venomous.
Kim Taehyung.
More than any of you ever deserved. And now that she’s gone, you want to rewrite your cruelty into concern?
He took a step closer, eyes glowing with restrained rage.
Kim Taehyung.
You broke her. Piece by piece, day by day. And now you call her child bad luck? No—you were the curse she had to endure till her last breath. ❄
Mr.Kim.
You think you’re the only one grieving? *his father said, frustration creeping in.* We were there too—
Taehyung said calmly, eyes blazing.
Kim Taehyung.
You were here physically. But emotionally? You abandoned her long before today. You were all too busy whispering about burdens and bad luck to even ask how she was doing.
His mother wrung her hands.
Mrs.Kim.
We didn’t know what to do—
Kim Taehyung.
Loving her would’ve been a good start.
Kim Taehyung.
But that was always too hard for you, wasn’t it? Because love takes effort. And she spent her whole damn life trying to earn yours. ❄
The baby cried again, louder. It was a raw, broken sound — as if even he knew what had been lost.
Taehyung turned toward him slowly.
Kim Taehyung.
Still can’t look at him?
Choi Min-jae.
He took her from me, and now you expect me to love the reason she’s dead?
For a moment, everything stopped.
Taehyung’s entire body went still — except for the arms that tightened protectively around the child.
Kim Taehyung.
She gave her life, *he said, voice sharp, low, dangerous.* And you — pathetic, gutless coward — you stand here blaming a newborn who never asked to be born.
Min-jae’s mother scoffed.
Mrs.Choi.
Enough of this drama, The hospital can take the baby. He’s not our concern anymore.
The fury in Taehyung’s chest ignited like wildfire.
He laughed — a dark, humorless sound.
Kim Taehyung.
You people are unbelievable. She gave you everything, and now you turn away from the only part of her left?
Choi Min-jae.
We’re realists, *Min-jae snapped.*
She’s dead. It's over.
Taehyung said, eyes glinting dangerously.
Kim Taehyung.
You’re over. You don’t deserve to say her name again. And this baby — her baby — will grow up knowing love. I’ll make damn sure he never hears your names except as a warning. ❄💢
His parents stared, stunned into silence. The Taehyung standing before them wasn’t the polite, reserved man they thought they knew.
Mr.Kim.
Taehyung, stop, *his father said cautiously.* Let’s calm down. We can talk about this like adults—no need to make a scene.
Taehyung turned slowly, eyes like sharpened glass.
Kim Taehyung.
Oh, I’m sorry, Father, did I embarrass you by showing emotions in a hospital? Was I supposed to stand here with a fake sad face and talk about how ‘God has a plan’? Should I thank you all for your ‘thoughts and prayers’ while you pass around funeral brochures like coupons?
He stepped between them like a blade.
Kim Taehyung.
A scene, you said? ❄
Kim Taehyung.
A scene was when she cried herself to sleep every night, wondering what she did wrong. A scene was when she begged not to marry him — and you forced her anyway, using guilt and emotional blackmail like a weapon.
Kim Taehyung.
A scene was when this coward's mother spat insults at her, called her worthless in her own home — and she looked at you for help, for one word of defense. But you turned away. You said nothing. You did nothing.
His voice cracked, but he didn’t stop.
Kim Taehyung.
A scene was when she asked me if she was enough — for you, for him, for this cursed family — and I couldn’t lie to her anymore.
Taehyung whispered, cradling the baby closer.
Kim Taehyung.
This is not a scene. This is the truth you all chose to ignore. And now it’s bleeding out in front of you.
Kim Taehyung.
You don’t get to touch him. Not even once. You gave up that right the moment you gave up on her.
A young nurse walked up, her presence careful, respectful.
Nurse.
Um… sir… we’ve arranged a private room as requested.
Taehyung nodded, gently rocking the child.
Nurse.
Just to confirm… absolutely no family members are allowed inside?
Taehyung’s gaze turned ice-cold.
Kim Taehyung.
None. Not a single one.The only people allowed in that room are me, my nephew… and his mother.
Kim Taehyung.
She brought life into this world while losing hers. She deserves peace. Not to be surrounded by the same people who broke her. And her son deserves a few quiet hours with the only person in this hospital who wanted him.
The nurse’s eyes softened.
Nurse.
We’ll ensure full privacy.
Taehyung offered a small, grateful nod — the first hint of gentleness he’d shown anyone in hours.
Taehyung turned, ready to walk away — and paused.
He looked at Min-jae one last time.
Kim Taehyung.
You don’t deserve him, and you never deserved her.
Kim Taehyung.
You’ll regret this. Not today. But one day… you’ll realize you walked away from the only part of her that was left. And by then, he’ll be calling me father.
Min-jae looked shaken, but said nothing.
As Taehyung walked away, the baby’s cries faded into soft hiccups. The child snuggled against him, tiny fingers clutching his shirt.
Not one person called after him.
Not one apology was offered.
And Taehyung didn’t care.
The only thing that mattered now… was the baby in his arms.
And he would protect it — even if it meant burning every bridge behind him.
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Chapter 3
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The morning air was sharp, cold enough to sting the skin, but Taehyung barely noticed.
The burial ground was quiet—too quiet—except for the rustle of dry leaves underfoot and the faint sniffles of a few mourners scattered across the lawn.
A blanket of grey clouds hung low above, smothering the sun, refusing to let any light break through.
White lilies were placed around the coffin, their petals fresh and pale, yet unable to soften the sorrow that clung to the atmosphere.
They were beautiful, yes—but useless. No flower could hide the brutal truth.
His sister. His protector. His only anchor in a world.
Taehyung stood frozen, barely breathing. His arms held tightly to the tiny newborn wrapped in white, whose sobs sliced through the stillness like broken glass. Just hours old and already left behind.
Kim Taehyung.
Shhh… it’s okay, baby.
Taehyung whispered, brushing a kiss onto the child’s forehead, his tears falling in silence.
Kim Taehyung.
You’re not alone. I’ve got you. I always will.
Across the grave stood Min-jae. He hadn’t shed a tear. His expression was stone. Cold. Behind him stood his parents, arms folded, faces flat. They wore black, yes—but not out of love. It was formality. A show.
Even Taehyung’s own parents didn’t meet his eyes. They stood several steps away, their discomfort obvious.
Ever since that night in the hospital, the rift between them had only grown deeper, wider, unspoken but painfully loud.
The priest’s voice echoed softly in the background, offering prayers and blessings, but Taehyung wasn’t listening.
His world had narrowed to the baby in his arms, and the weight of the promise he had made.
When it came time to say their final goodbyes, people moved forward one by one, placing flowers, whispering wishes. But Min-jae didn’t move.
A cousin turned, frowning. “Aren’t you going to say goodbye to your wife?”
Min-jae shrugged. His voice came low and bitter.
Choi Min-jae.
What’s the point? She chose death… and this cursed child.
Taehyung’s head snapped up.
But Min-jae wasn’t done. He stepped forward slightly, eyes fixed on the baby.
Choi Min-jae.
She threw her life away for something that shouldn’t have even been born. I told her—over and over again. She ignored me. She ruined everything.
Taehyung felt the blood rush to his face. His muscles tightened, rage rising in his throat like fire.
Kim Taehyung.
Say that again, *he whispered, his voice trembling.*
Min-jae looked at him coldly.
Choi Min-jae.
He’s bad luck. I never wanted a kid. Not with her. She was just… easy to control. Until this thing happened.
A stunned gasp rippled through the small crowd.
Taehyung didn’t hesitate. Not for a second.
He marched forward with calm, terrifying precision—and without a word, he slammed his fist into Min-jae’s jaw.
The impact echoed like thunder.
Min-jae’s head snapped to the side, but before he could even register the pain, Taehyung struck again—another brutal blow that sent him staggering backward, nearly falling.
Min-jae clutched his face, eyes wide in shock, blood pooling between his fingers.
No one moved.
No one dared to.
Kim Taehyung.
You filthy excuse for a man. 💢
Kim Taehyung.
She gave everything for you! She loved you, even when you didn’t deserve it! And now she’s dead because she chose to bring life into this world—your child! And this is how you speak of her?
Min-jae’s mother rushed forward.
Mrs.Choi.
HOW DARE YOU HIT MY SON?
Taehyung turned toward her slowly, his voice dripping with venom.
Kim Taehyung.
And how dare you raise a man who speaks about his dead wife like she was nothing but a burden? If you taught him what real love looked like, maybe he wouldn’t be such a soulless shell. ❄️💢
She fell silent, speechless.
Behind him, his own mother stepped forward.
Mrs.Kim.
Tae… please. Not here. Don’t make a scene.
He turned to her, eyes narrowed in disbelief.
Kim Taehyung.
My sister is six feet under, and you think this is a scene? That child in my arms is your grandson, and not one of you even looked at him. You all want to pretend he doesn’t exist? You think I’ll be quiet for that?
No one answered. No one defended the baby. Just whispers. Just judgment.
He muttered under his breath.
Then he looked down at the child in his arms. The crying had stopped.
The baby’s tiny fingers clung to his shirt like he already knew—Taehyung was his only safety now.
Kim Taehyung.
You’re not cursed.
Taehyung whispered, lips brushing his forehead.
Kim Taehyung.
You’re pure.And I’ll protect you with everything I have.
He stepped forward to the coffin, kneeling down.
Kim Taehyung.
Noona… rest, okay? I’ll keep my promise. I’ll raise him right. Even if I have to stand alone in a world like this.
He laid a single white daisy on top of the coffin.
Then he stood, kissed the baby’s forehead once more, and whispered.
Kim Taehyung.
Your name will be Tae-jun. Kim Tae-jun.
The name fell softly from his lips.
Kim Taehyung.
You’ll carry her light and memory with you. Always.
As Taehyung turned to walk away from the grave, whispers grew louder behind him.
But just as he reached the edge of the path, a voice cut sharply through the air.
？？？
So this is it? You’re really going to walk away with someone else’s mess?
Taehyung stopped mid-step.
Perfectly put together, hair neatly styled, not a wrinkle on his custom black suit. But no grief on his face. Just annoyance. Inconvenience.
Taehyung said flatly, adjusting the baby gently in his arms.
Kim Taehyung.
This really isn’t the time.
Ji-hoon ignored the warning in his voice.
Lee Ji-hoon
I’ve been calling you since last night.
Ji-hoon continued, stepping closer.
Lee Ji-hoon
My parents were waiting for you. We had a dinner planned, Taehyung. With real opportunities. But instead, you’re here, holding someone else’s problem and putting on a tragic show.
Taehyung raised an eyebrow.
Kim Taehyung.
Oh? Sorry I missed your five-star dinner with the emotionally constipated.
Kim Taehyung.
I was a bit busy burying my sister. But you’re right—let me apologize for the inconvenience my grief caused your family's social calendar.
Ji-hoon scoffed, folding his arms.
Lee Ji-hoon
You’re being dramatic.
Kim Taehyung.
No, l am not.
Taehyung said with a cutting smile.
Kim Taehyung.
I’m being direct. But I forgot—you confuse basic human emotion with weakness because you were raised on power and money instead of love.
Ji-hoon’s expression twisted.
Lee Ji-hoon
You’re emotionally unstable. And now you’re making reckless decisions based on sentiment. This child isn’t even yours.
Kim Taehyung.
And yet, somehow, *Taehyung said coolly,* I’m still more of a father in one morning than you’ll ever be to anyone in your lifetime.
Lee Ji-hoon
You seriously think this is noble? Playing house with an orphan?
Kim Taehyung.
No. I think this is called having a soul. You wouldn’t recognize it—it doesn’t come with a designer label.
Lee Ji-hoon
My parents will never accept this. And neither will I.
Taehyung tilted his head, smirking, voice dipped in mock sweetness.
Kim Taehyung.
Then go to hell—with your parents.
Trust me—you’ll love it there. It’s full of people who fake affection for inheritance.
Ji-hoon shouted, fury breaking through his polished façade.
He inhaled sharply, composing himself just enough to speak with cold precision.
Lee Ji-hoon
You’re being irrational. You’re letting grief turn you into something pathetic. This… this isn’t you.
Taehyung let out a soft, bitter laugh.
Kim Taehyung.
No, Ji-hoon. This is me. The version that finally sees through your polished mask and realizes there's nothing underneath but ego and emptiness.
Ji-hoon stepped closer, voice dropping.
Lee Ji-hoon
You’re throwing away everything—for a child that has nothing to offer you.
Taehyung’s smile dropped, gaze turning razor-sharp.
Kim Taehyung.
He has more to offer than you ever did. At least he won’t grow up mistaking cruelty for strength.
Ji-hoon’s face twisted, the last thread of control snapping.
Lee Ji-hoon
Enough. I’ll say it straight—choose. Me or that child. Right here. Right now.
The cemetery fell into a heavy silence.
Even the wind paused, as if nature itself waited to hear the answer.
Taehyung looked at him—really looked at him—as if seeing the man for the first time.
His grip on Tae-jun remained steady, protective, unshaken.
Then, with a calm that stung sharper than any scream, he said:
Kim Taehyung.
I choose love.
Ji-hoon’s shoulders relaxed slightly. A hopeful smile twitched at the corner of his lips, a flicker of victory flashing in his eyes—
Until Taehyung’s voice cut through it like glass.
Kim Taehyung.
So, I choose Tae-jun.
And just like that, the smile on Ji-hoon’s face shattered
Kim Taehyung.
I choose the baby who didn’t ask to be born into loss. The one whose mother died protecting him. The one you call a burden, but I call family.
He pulled the engagement ring off his finger without looking at it.
Then flicked it at Ji-hoon like it was trash.
It hit his chest with a metallic clink before falling into the mud where it belonged.
Kim Taehyung.
You were never the choice, Ji-hoon.
You were the mistake I refuse to make twice.
Ji-hoon stood frozen. Pale. Hollow.
And Taehyung? He turned his back—entirely, finally, without mercy.
Kim Taehyung.
Tell your parents the merger’s off.
And while you’re at it, let them know—
love doesn’t come with a stock number.
And I don’t do deals with cowards in designer suits.
He walked away with Tae-jun nestled against his chest.
Not once did he glance back.
From that moment on, it was Taehyung and Tae-jun—
just the two of them, against the world.
But thousands of miles away,
beneath a sky touched by fading light,
another man sat by his window—
unaware that his future had just begun to shift.
Unaware that somewhere in Korea,
a boy with storms in his eyes
and a baby named after a promise
had just chosen love over fear.
And as the stars shifted above,
fate quietly turned the page.
Ready to write a new beginning.
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