Mr Jeon's Husband Is A Superstar
The man in white
The smell of blood, gunpowder and death filled the air. The numerous helicopters sounded like beating drums announcing the execution of criminals. Shouts and screams blended with gunshots. Smoke rose in the night sky like an evil phantom about to swallow the moon and the stars.
Inside the mansion, a young man wearing a white suit watched this scene from hell. He stood in the dark, sweeping his emerald eyes across all the carnage below him.Moonlight reflected on his golden hair.
He looked otherworldly, like a god watching mortals kill each other while he remained detached and pure.
Unfortunately, he was not an immortal. He was fated to die this night.
He closed his eyes and sighed. He took one last look at the nightmare playing outside, turned around, and walked towards the grand piano in the room.
The five bodyguards protecting him also shifted with his movement, but otherwise remained silent and invisible.
He knew that this night would be his last. He didn't know whether his older brother, father, and mother were still alive. Perhaps they were killed already. From what he saw outside, the enemies planned to annihilate all of them.
With his great hearing, he heard the enemies finally invading the mansion. The gunshots rang louder as they drew nearer.
His five bodyguards tensed and stepped closer towards him. Their murderous eyes locked at the door.
Gently, he sat in front of the piano. It would be his end soon. The least he could do was play music to accompany the souls of the killed this night as they left this world. Taking a deep breath, his fingers danced on the keyboard.
Beethoven's "Für Elise" started seeping through the sounds of murder in the air.
The door to the room crashed open. The bodyguards immediately started trading shots with the soldiers and police.
The smell of blood and sweat grew stronger, but the beautiful young man in white played the piano as if nothing was happening around him.Even when two bullets pierced his left shoulder and right hip, he still continued playing without missing a beat.
The music complemented the sounds of carnage to the point that the soldiers and police listening felt goosebumps. The contrast between the music and the violence almost felt mystical.
The five bodyguards fought to protect their master without any regard to their own lives. They were trained to be emotionless assassins from a young age. They killed a few, but the enemies grossly outnumbered them.
Finally, the last of the bodyguards died.
Someone
"Hands in the air!"
Shouted a police officer.
The beautiful man in white ignored him, closing his eyes and swaying as he continued to play the piano.
The soldiers and the police officers had their guns raised and locked on to the beautiful man playing as if he was the only person in the world. His pristine white suit was now dyed dark red, as blood continuously flowed from his wounds.
Everyone in the room was mesmerized by his otherworldly beauty and elegance.
A soldier gritted his teeth.
Someone
"We have orders. Fire!"
The man smiled softly before bullets barraged his back. His blood showered up in the air like rose petals and then splashed on the ground like raindrops.
The music abruptly stopped.
His body slumped over the piano, banging against the keyboard and producing a discordant tune. His emerald eyes swiftly drained of life, yet they were still beautiful.
He slid to the floor and fell hard.
His voice was a soft whisper.
Then he breathed his last...
Reborn?
It felt like he was walking for an eternity through a dark and desolate tunnel. He wanted to stop, but for some reason he kept on walking towards the small speck of light far away in the distance.
His throat felt dry and rough, burning with extreme thirst.
He needed water. Maybe he could drink when he reached the end of the tunnel.
And so he kept on walking and walking and walking.
Water. The thought of water relieving his parched throat kept him going.
He didn't know how long he walked. Days, months, years…maybe even decades, perhaps even centuries.
He didn't know. He just wanted water.
Finally, the light grew larger and brighter.
Then he was bathed in pure, white light.
At a big, private hospital.
He opened his eyes and felt almost blinded by a soft, dim light. It took a few moments before his eyes adjusted.
Confused, he looked around the tasteful, hotel-like room. He didn't recognize the place. Then he noticed the sound of slow, constant beeping beside him. He turned his head towards the sound and was surprised that his head felt heavy. In fact, his entire body felt heavy. He couldn't move.
With great effort, he finally turned his head a little and saw that it was a machine making the beeping noise. He then realized that he was hooked to it and a lot of other medical apparatuses as well. It dawned on him that he was at a hospital and by the looks of it, his condition was rather serious.
He tried speaking but only a dry whisper came out of his cracked lips.
Nobody was around. He already felt exhausted. His eyes started to droop, but he fought against the unconsciousness threatening to overcome him.
After waiting for who knew how long, the door finally opened and a nurse strode in.
Someone
Nurse: "You're awake!"
The nurse was shocked when she saw the patient's open eyes. She immediately pressed a button to call for a doctor.
Someone
Nurse: "How are you feeling?"
The nurse asked and began checking him.
Fortunately, the nurse understood him.
Someone
Nurse: "You want to drink water? Wait a moment, Mister. We'll have to wait for the doctor and ask him whether it's okay for you to drink. Oh, he's here!"
The door opened and a middle-aged doctor entered followed by three others wearing the same white lab coats. They looked like doctors too, but younger.
Someone
Doctor: "Hello. Can you hear me? My name is Dr. Ching. How are you feeling?"
The lead doctor pressed his stethoscope on several parts of his chest as he asked questions.
Someone
Nurse: "He asked for water,"
Someone
Doctor: "That's good. Let him drink via straw if he's able. If not, use drops or melt an ice cube on his lips."
The team of doctors began examining him, while the nurse left to get water.
Finally, the nurse returned with water in a papercup and a straw.
At first, he couldn't suck from the straw. His mouth muscles felt weak. Only after a few tries was he able to get the water flowing but felt exhausted after just a few sips.
However, the feeling of water flowing down his dry throat felt so heavenly that his eyes pricked. He blinked the tears away, not allowing them to fall. It was almost unbelievable that he was getting so emotional over a few sips of water.
Someone
Doctor: "Do you know your name?"
He was about to say his name, but memories suddenly rushed in his mind.
He gasped, utterly confused by these foreign memories. What was happening?
He looked sideways and saw locks of black hair from his head on the pillow.
Black hair? Where was his blonde hair? Did someone colour his hair while he was unconscious?
His heart palpitated as an impossible thought entered his mind with the onslaught of the unknown memories.
The doctors were alarmed at the sudden spike of his heart rate. The beeping frequency on the machine increased.
The doctors and the nurse looked at each other.
Dr. Ching faced the boy with a reassuring expression and said,
Someone
Doctor: "Calm down. Are you tired? Are you feeling pain anywhere?"
Dr. Ching hesitated and looked at his patient for a few more seconds before nodding at the nurse. The nurse left. When she returned, she brought a mirror and held it in front of the pale boy lying on the bed.
When the boy saw his face, his eyes didn't recognize it. Where was his blonde hair? His green eyes? The face in front of him was clearly not his own.
The wavy, black hair and the dark brown phoenix eyes gave away the face's Asian background.
The machine hooked to him beeped more quickly, worrying the doctors. The nurse took the mirror away as the pale boy closed his eyes to digest what he just experienced.
The face of a stranger on the mirror matched the ones from the rush of memories he experienced just a few moments ago. He opened his eyes in disbelief.
???
'Impossible! This can't be. Am I dreaming?'
Unbelievable. But how could he explain what was happening to him now?
He woke up in another person's body.
The shock was too much, especially since he felt so weak at the moment.
His eyes closed and he succumbed to the familiar darkness.
Accepting himself
Someone
Doctor: "Do you remember your name?"
Dr. Ching asked his patient when he woke up the next day.
Kim Taehyung
"My name is Kim Taehyung. How long was I in coma?"
Unlike his panic from yesterday, he was calm as he spoke with the doctor.
Someone
Doctor: "A little over one year,"
Taehyung let the doctors fuss around him. He had no choice but to accept the fact that he woke up in another person's body. He knew that he already died, so he should consider this second life a second chance to live the life he always wanted, the life that he could never hope to live in his past life.
He was no different from a prisoner during his past life. He was always guarded, forced to learn knowledge and skills he had no interest in, and not allowed to leave the estate or meet others.
That was what Taehyung was before. But now he had the chance to finally spread his wings and soar as high as he wanted.
This was what he always craved for. Even if it meant living as another person, he would willingly accept this new life.
Vincent was dead. He died at 25 years old that bloody night.
Now he woke up as 19-year old Kim Taehyung, a wild pop singer and party boy. An omega boy with female body parts....
A year ago, Taehyung was driving alone after leaving a party at a club, when he realized too late that his brakes stopped working. He lost control and crashed into a building, immediately wrecking his newly bought sports car. His injuries were so serious that he went into coma with only life support machines preventing his total death.
The original Kim Taehyung died with the car crash, but his body was saved. Now another soul filled it and the new owner intended to live a fulfilling life of freedom and independence.
Kim Taehyung
"When can I get out of here?"
Vincent,now Taehyung, asked Dr. Ching. He couldn't wait to start living this new life.
Someone
Doctor: "Don't rush. We still need to examine and monitor you to make sure that there are no complications. When you're well enough, you need to undergo physiotherapy and rehabilitation to recover as much of your previous strength and mobility."
Taehyung sighed. He was about to ask more questions when the door suddenly opened and a strong odd fragrance wafted inside the room.
Taehyung wrinkled his nose and turned to see a heavily made-up woman with perfectly coiffed hair, wearing a gorgeous long red dress and diamond-encrusted ultra-high heels.
Yerin strutted and pushed aside the doctors before leaning over his son for air kisses on both cheeks.
Yerin
"Ooooh, my poor son!!! Mom is sooooo happy that you're finally awake!!! Mom has been sooooo worried about you!!!"
Yerin took out a delicately embroidered handkerchief from her designer purse and wiped nonexistent tears.
Taehyung breathed through his mouth. The woman's perfume was too strong!
Based on the original Taehyung's memories, he wasn't close to this mother. In fact, he wasn't close to any members of his family.
Yerin, a former struggling model, only married Kim Dong Wook for his money and status. When their marriage ended, his mother made sure to use her Omega son to squeeze a ridiculous amount of alimony and child support from her ex-husband.
Not even a month after their separation, his mother already had a string of lovers who were, of course, as rich as her ex. As a result, the Kims absolutely hated and looked down on Yerin and her son, Taehyung.
Yerin pushed her son into show business from a very young age. Taehyung started out as a child TV commercial model and then became a teen pop singer.
Although Dong Wook felt ashamed of this Omega son of his, he still had the blood of the Kims flowing inside his veins. Knowing his ex-wife's greed, Dong Wook hired a financial manager for his son to protect his earnings from both Yerin and Taehyung himself.
This didn't sit well with Yerin, but she couldn't do anything so she vented her resentment to her own son which resulted on their strained and shallow mother-son relationship.
The father-son relationship wasn't any better either. Dong Wook did this for his son's own good, but Taehyung was immature and didn't appreciate it. He thought that his father was punishing him by not giving him full access to his allowance and his own earnings. Yerin didn't help the situation by badmouthing her ex to their son.
Taehyung felt unloved by his family, so he did everything for more fame. He performed provocative songs, attended wild parties, ingratiated himself with famous people, and a lot of other ridiculous antics to get their attention.
He naively thought that more fame equalled to more love from the people. Yes, he had fans as an entertainer. They liked his songs and his beauty, but not necessarily liked him as a person.
Taehyung rubbed his temples and sighed.
Now that he was the new owner of this body, he needed to straighten out a lot of issues first before he could live the life of freedom and independence that he always wanted. Taehyung's life was a total mess, but he felt excited diving into this new life.
Yerin
"Honeeeey, are you alright? Does your head hurt?"
Yerin turned to the doctors and demanded,
Yerin
"Why aren't you doing anything?! Aren't you doctors?! Make his headache go away! You're all useless! Call the hospital director! I'll tell them to replace you! Don't you knooooow who I am?! My ex-husband is the President-CEO of Kim Industries!!!"
Kim Taehyung
"Mom, please calm down. I'm alright. Dr. Ching and everyone else are doing everything they can to help me recover."
He was someone who mysteriously occupied another person's body. This Yerin might be the mother of the original Taehyung, but the woman was a stranger to him, the new owner of this body. He held no love for the woman, but Yerin was now his mother in this life. As long as Yerin didn't intentionally harm him, the least he could do was act polite.
Dr. Ching gave him a grateful smile. The team of doctors finished his check-up and left the two in the room.
When the door closed, Yerin sat with flourish on the chair beside the bed. She crossed her long legs, and gave an exaggerated sigh.
Yerin
"Make sure to ask your Dad to see you. You were in coma for a year! One whoooole year!!! That's a year without facials and shopping! The horror!!! My poooor son! You deserve to request anything from him. Hmph!"
Yerin
"Make suuuure to ask for something fabulous and expensive. Like a private plane, for example. And then mom can borrow it from time to time. You'll let me borrow, right? A yacht is good, too. We can throw fabulous parties while sailing!"
Yerin
"Ooooh! Wouldn't that be amaaaaaaziiing? If you tell him how scary it was to be comatose, I'm sure that he'll buy you anything!"
Taehyung sighed as he watched Yerin's sparkling eyes. He knew the woman was already imagining herself hopping on a private plane to fly around the world and coasting on a yacht while romancing her string of lovers.
Kim Taehyung
"Dad has already been informed about my current condition since he's the one paying my medical bills. Whether he comes to see me or not is up to him. I want to focus on my recovery and go home as soon as possible."
Yerin
"Oh? You're returning to the Kims? That works, too. About damn time you remind them that you're also their heir."
Taehyung gave her a side eye.
Kim Taehyung
"I have my own place."
Yerin
"Hmph! A Kim heir living in that tiny dump! What an embarrassment! It's your dad's fault for hiring that damn money man! You can't buy a mansion because that bastard won't let you spend your own money!"
Yerin
"And your dad just lets that damn bastard do whatever he wants! Both your dad and that damn money man won't let you spend your own money freely."
Yerin
"You can't buy your own mansion and your dad won't buy you one either! Meanwhile, his other brats from those sluts are living like royalty while you're working soooo hard!! Where is the fairness in the world?! My poooor son!"
What was this woman babbling about? Tiny dump? His memory told him that Taehyung owned a penthouse occupying the entire two topmost floors of a condominium building. It was certainly too big for a teenager living by himself.
He was able to purchase the penthouse for a good price because his financial manager (who Yerin kept on calling the "damn money man") negotiated for him. However, he had a suspicion that it was Dong Wook who secretly helped the original Taehyung to obtain such a good deal.
The mother and son never wanted to live together. To Yerin, providing for her son was her ex-husband's responsibility. She already did her job by getting pregnant, carrying the baby for nine months, and then suffering the unbelievable pain of childbirth.
Now that the ordeal was over, she thought that she deserved the right to enjoy life being pampered by men who admired her.
As for the original Taehyung, his mother's string of lovers disgusted him. He also didn't want to live with the Kims who clearly hated him.He had no choice but to get his own place.
Taehyung studied Yerin who continued babbling about useless things. He didn't share the original Taehyung's disgust of his mother.
Yerin loved money, beauty, and most importantly, she loved herself the most. Despite this, she wasn't a malicious person per se. She was a bitch, yes, but she wouldn't resort to serious criminal acts to get what she wanted.
Simply speaking, Yerin was a shallow person. Her son, Taehyung, was a shallow person as well. They were the same type of people. Using the analogy of magnets, the mother and son had the same negative charge, so they repelled each other.
The new Taehyung was a neutral one, neither repelling nor attracting. As long as people didn't provoke him, he would be polite. But if they attacked him...a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes.
Your silly author
Hi butterflies!Guess who's back with another story?
Your silly author
*chuckle awkwardly* yeahh... it's me
Your silly author
Don't worry I'm not abandoning "Reborn to snatch". I'll update that as well. but That one rarely has Taekook moments... so I thought to release another one.
Your silly author
Rest assured, this one will be full of Taekook moments along with 18+ scenes.
Your silly author
So be prepared my butterflies.
Your silly author
It's gonna be a wild ride....
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