His Hidden World (Taekook)
Whisper behind locked doors
The Kim mansion gleamed against the dusk, its white pillars proud, its windows polished like mirrors, its gardens trimmed into perfection. From the outside, it was beauty incarnate.
But beauty can lie. And this house was built on lies.
Inside, silence ruled—not the peaceful kind, but the suffocating silence that smothered breath, that buried secrets.
In his small upstairs room, Taehyung sat by the window, the curtains drawn just enough for him to glimpse the fading sky. His hands rested in his lap, pale against the dark fabric of his clothes. He wondered, as he often did, if the world outside still remembered him—or if he had become a ghost long before his death.
Only the cicadas sang through the cracks of the old glass. No sound ever came from the house. Except for the occasional, sharp voice of his mother:
Mrs. Kim
“You will stay where you belong. Do not be seen. Do not be heard.”
Those words were iron chains. And Taehyung never broke them. Because disobedience meant punishment.
But tonight… something was different.
The air was heavy, tense, charged with something he could not name.
And then—
[Footsteps echo down the hall.]
Taehyung’s head snapped toward the door.
Taehyung
No one ever comes this way. *tell himself*
The steps were firm. Confident. Not his father’s shuffle, not his mother’s sharp heels. A stranger.
And then—
unknown
Show me the house.
The voice was low, smooth. But every word carried authority.
Taehyung
Who is he?*whispered*
The footsteps grew louder. Closer. Until they stopped—right outside his door.
Taehyung’s body stiffened. His pulse roared in his ears. The silence on the other side of the door felt alive, as if the stranger were listening. Waiting.
And then—
unknown
“… Who’s in there?”
Taehyung’s lips parted, but no sound came out. Fear and longing battled in his chest. His hand trembled against his dress.
Finally—
Taehyung
Please… don’t open it.
*whisper*
A silence followed. Heavy. Charged.
Who is he?
Why is he here?
How does he know the Kim mansion?
Did he come for them… or for me?
Does he already know me?
Or… is he about to?
The air felt thinner. His cage had been discovered.
And whoever this man was… he wasn’t going to walk away.
Kim Taehyung
22
caged 9 years in his house because his mom tell him it's safe for him
he love his family
kind and innocent
rare omega but his parents don't know that
you all ask me how but there is a twist in it so for now that's it
The reason he come...
The man was not one who visited old houses for pleasure. His world was made of glass towers, black cars, and boardrooms where men whispered his name with equal parts fear and respect. Yet here he was, stepping into the Kim mansion.
The air inside was heavy, perfumed with polished wood and something sharper—anxiety. His eyes swept over the living room. Mrs. Kim smile was too bright, stretched thin like a mask. Mr. Kim handshake was too firm, as if crushing Jungkook’s hand could prove his strength.
He had met families like this before. Rich on the outside, hollow within.
But he wasn’t here for pleasantries.
Three weeks ago, a file had landed on his desk—a desperate business proposal from the Hales. He would’ve ignored it, had it not been for the note tucked between the pages.
"Not everything in this house is what it seems. There is someone here who needs help."
Unsigned. Rushed. Almost torn from the page.
It had unsettled him in a way he couldn’t explain. Mysteries always found him, clawed at him, demanded his attention. And this one had pulled him straight into the Hale mansion.
The grand hall stretched wide before him. A painting slightly askew. A clock ticking too loudly. A window cracked open just enough for a shadow to slip through. His instincts stirred. Something was wrong here—something buried deep within these walls.
And then, he remembered his past.
His flashback flash in his mind.
He had grown up in silence, too. His father, powerful and cruel. His mother, broken by that power.
He had learned early:
Weakness was dangerous.
Kindness was rare.
Freedom was a luxury.
Some nights, he had stood outside his mother’s locked door, listening to her muffled sobs. Wanting to comfort her, but knowing he couldn’t.
Those nights carved something permanent into him: the inability to ignore cries for help, no matter how small.
So he decided no matter who send that message I don't take it easy.
The present returned like a sharp breath. Jungkook sat on the Kim's pristine couch, posture relaxed, expression unreadable.
unknown
“Why do you two look at me as if I were a ghost?”
(He leaned back like a king, his eyes cold but curious.)
Mrs. Kim
*shifted uncomfortably.*
Mr. Kim
*forced a chuckle and gestured for his wife to sit*(They obeyed their guest’s presence without realizing it.)
Mr. Kim
*clearing his throat* “What is the sudden visit, Mr. Jeon? Is this about our partnership?”
(Yes, readers—your guess is right. Jeon Jungkook is that man.)
Jungkook
* lips curved into a smirk*
“No, Mr. Kim. I am not here for that.”
His tone was professional, calm, yet his sharp eyes scanned the room as if peeling back the wallpaper to reveal the rot beneath.
Mr. Kim
“Then, if you don’t mind… may we know the reason for your sudden visit?”
Jungkook
“Nothing special. Just a casual visit.”
The Kim's exchanged a quick glance, both nodding. But their stiffness, their strained smiles… Jungkook saw straight through it.
Something was off.
His gaze lingered on the grand staircase. His instincts whispered of hidden truths. And then, like an old wound reopening, his past bled into the present.
Jungkook rose to his feet suddenly. The movement startled the couple. Mrs.Kim’s hand clutched Mr. Kim's arm.
He was about to leave—until a sound stopped him dead in his tracks.
[A muffled sob.]
Soft. Fragile. Painful.
The sound was faint, almost swallowed by the mansion’s silence. But to Jungkook, it was unmistakable. It was the same kind of sound that had once come from his mother’s locked room.
He froze, head tilting slightly, every muscle coiled.
And then he turned. Slowly. His polished shoes echoed against the marble floor as he walked toward the source.
The sobs grew quieter the closer he came, as though whoever it was had realized someone might be listening.
He stopped in front of a door. The wood looked ordinary, yet the surrounding air was heavier.
Jungkook
“… So this is where they’ve kept you.” *thinking*
Jungkook
*he held the door knob and going to open it💨*
Let's wait for next chapter
Jeon Jungkook
24
young CEO of JJK company
Parents dead
he likes truth and loyalty if not they will end in ashes.
he hates lies and bit*HS
alpha
Mr. Kim
Mr. kim
Tae father
a middle class businessman
do what his wife says
love his daughter and elder son
hate his younger son TAE because of some reason
alpha
Mrs. Kim
Mrs. Kim
Tae mother
she has an evil inside her
love his daughter and elder son
hate tae
but act like she cares him
omega
His confusion...
He turned and go towards the door his foot stepped getting near to the room and the sobs getting low and he stopped in front of the door.
His through going to his past and he walking to the room and the past running on his mind non-stop.
His past nights, when the world outside their mansion was asleep, Jungkook would stand barefoot in the cold hallway and listen. Behind one of those locked doors, his mother wept. Her sobs were soft, almost careful, as if even her sadness wasn’t allowed to exist in that house.
He would press his small hand against the polished wood and whisper, “I’m here, Mother.”
But he was just a boy. Helpless. His father made sure of that.
It was in those nights Jungkook learned the truth: silence always hides secrets.
Then he heard it.
A faint voice. A trembling whisper behind a wooden door.
Taehyung
please don't open the door *a whisper*
Jungkook
*froze on the spot his blood run cold*
Jungkook
(He stepped closer, his hand brushing against the antique doorknob. For a moment, his chest tightened—not with fear, but with memory. That voice, fragile and desperate, was like an echo of his mother.)
Jungkook
His jaw clenched. He would not walk away this time.
He reached for the handle—
Mrs. Kim
Mr. jungkook *she go to him hurried and*
Mrs. Kim
“There’s nothing there,” *said quickly*“That’s just a storage room.”
*little panicked and nervous*
Jungkook
Storage *he eyes darkened*
Mr. Kim
Yes *forced chuckle* “You must have heard the old pipes creaking. This house is… ancient, you see.”
Jungkook
*don't move his hand in the knob of the door* open it *he command it like a order too*
The couple exchanged nervous glances.
Mrs. Kim
that's not necessary- *cut of by jungkook*
Jungkook
I say open it *he order in it cold voice*
The silence stretched until Mr. kim finally reached for a key. His fingers trembled as he unlocked the door.
The room was empty. Dust, old boxes, and a cracked window greeted him. Nothing more.
Mrs. Kim
*forced a laugh* “You see? No one here but us.”
Mr. Kim
“Our family has nothing to hide, Mr.Jungkook.” *said quickly*
But Jungkook didn’t believe them. His instincts screamed otherwise.
He scanned the shadows, every corner, every box. Still nothing. Slowly, he stepped back, his expression unreadable.
Jungkook
*without a word he left the mansion and go out*
Jungkook
*he throught I surely hear it but what they are hide* wait Kim's I will found you soon
Author
where did he goo? any guess?
Author
did they do anything to him?
Author
let's see in next chapter 🥰
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