His Wildfire [Taekook] ⭒˚.⋆ 2 ⭒˚.⋆

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The next morning, Taehyung walked in his robe, inspecting his wardrobe. It was meticulously arranged by his mother, tailored to her preferences. As a fashion stylist, she ensured even the house wear was top-notch. Every piece of clothing was arranged to perfection, color-coordinated and flawlessly paired.

He casually selected a dress, threw it on, and made his way downstairs.Even though everything was perfect, Taehyung felt trapped without the freedom to choose for himself.

Kim Taehyung

Taehyung descended the stairs and spotted his mom at the dining table, gracefully reading the newspaper and sipping coffee. Her elegance infused every action, her movements slow and mesmerizingly beautiful.

Kim Taehyung

Good morning, Mum!

Taehyung greeted with a warm smile. Despite feeling distant from his mother, he couldn't help but feel grateful for her. She had raised him, provided for him, and brought him up with careful attention to details.

Kim Hyeko

Good Day Son!

She glanced up from her papers, her brows furrowing as she assessed Taehyung's attire. Despite her initial concern, she nodded in approval at what he wore. She couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at the sight of her son. Taehyung was undeniably handsome, with features that could easily grace the covers of magazines.

From his perfectly proportioned face to his impeccably styled appearance, he radiated an aura of attractiveness. Every aspect of him seemed meticulously crafted, like a work of art. She couldn't help but marvel at his godly good looks, feeling grateful to have him as her son.

Tae nodded as he took a seat at the opposite end of the rectangular table, facing his mother. Soon, a lady in her mid-50s approached and placed their breakfast in front of them. She gave Taehyung a warm, hearty smile and wished him a good morning before retreating to the kitchen. She had been Taehyung's caretaker since he was 10 years old and had moved with them to New York. To him, she was like a second mother....kind, caring, and always there for him. She was a good, sweet lady whom Taehyung deeply appreciated.

Kim Hyeko

Are you going somewhere?

She asked, folding the newspapers and setting them aside before taking a few bites of her breakfast. She glanced over at Tae, who sat with perfect posture, eating elegantly and slowly, just like she had taught him.

Tae nodded after swallowing his juice and replied,

Kim Taehyung

Yes, I have some books to get. I'm going to the library.

His voice was calm and composed, betraying no hint of the internal turmoil he often felt.

Kim Hyeko

Hmm... (she hummed, a hint of irritation in her voice.)

Kim Hyeko

Don't always be stuck in those business books. Make sure to organize your time to read some designer books, browse new fashion sites, and create some designs. Don't get too caught up in all that nerdy business stuff.

Despite the calmness in her tone, her eyes betrayed a hint of irritation. She maintained her composure elegantly, just like Taehyung, as he listened to his mother's words.

Kim Taehyung

I will, Mum. (he replied politely, maintaining his decorum.)

Kim Hyeko

It's time

His mother announced firmly.

Kim Hyeko

I have arranged a model shoot for a brand. It's in two weeks. Get yourselves ready.

Her tone was commanding, leaving no room for opposition. Taehyung sighed, looking down at his breakfast. It isn't appetizing anymore ..

But he continued eating, maintaining his composed facade despite the discomfort gnawing at him. Inside, his heart clenched and his stomach churned uncomfortably. He muttered a small "thanks," grabbed his bag, and headed outside.

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