Chapter 2
When the prayers dawned upon the night and the omen sang in the sky, Taehyung was already working in the café's kitchen, kneading the croissant dough. The sweet fragrance of musky roses were spread all over the little room, which was surrounded by large, monstrous, emotionless buildings.
His elder brother, Kim Seokjin, was shaping the French Pastries and pushing them inside the muddy oven down the counter.
The freshly cooked noodles were out, and the co-staff had gone out of the kitchen, leaving the noise a way to turn in, and Taehyung felt extremely irritated. He could not work there anymore.
He walked upon Seo, who was wiping the counter after the last recall.
Kim Taehyung
Can I go for delivery ?
Taehyung asked, his voice filled with doubt and questions.
Seo's movements stopped for a brief time. He gave Taehyung a glance, then looked down again, focusing on the leftovers of flour.
Kim Seokjin
Keep your mobile with you.
Seo's answers had always been professional, as if Taehyung was his Co-worker. Devoid of emotions, his voice was always pulled back by some sort of force.
Nodding, Taehyung picked up his helmet from the little stool at the corner and walked out of the kitchen with a sigh, not wanting to face the outer world again.
Inside, Seokjin escaped a huge puff of air. He threw the cloth at the counter, feeling exhausted from the day. All he wanted was just a good nap, and maybe something else too.
He hated his desperation for it, so much. For a little span of time, he remained still, trying to suppress his inner turmoil. Then, his thoughts went back to his same addiction again. His veins popped out, and he clenched his hands to stop himself.
Then as the desperation went overboard, he did not get enough time to open his fists and ran to look for his little bag in the corner.
His quick, hasty movements were proving his need. Pulling and pushing his hand from one pocket to the other, he felt his mind going crazy, as if he would explode at the right moment.
But then, he got the hold of it. Not minding the little croissants baking inside the oven, he pulled it out as quickly as he could and looked at his pack of cigarettes.
He took out one, not minding putting the others back in and went to take hold of the little lighter, lit up the gas.
Hastily, he lit the cigarette, pushed inside his mouth as fast as he could.
Then the world turned hazy. It was working, it always did. He inhaled another puff of the smoke, feeling it burn inside his lungs. It was the best feeling he could get in his whole life.
He has been addicted to it for years. It was his daily routine, to spend about a sum of percentage on his cigarette packs and the cigar lighters. Yes, cigar lighters, he lost them every time.
Then, as he inhaled again, the door of the kitchen opened and the co-worker walked in, holding the plate. He was a Beta, shocked at the heavens, a calm one.
Betas, though not all, were mostly hot minded and rude, but they were lucky to have such an understanding partner.
"Sugar cubes?" He asked, feeling dumb for a moment to come in, as he tried to stop his breathing with an ugly mouth.
Seokjin pointed at the little drawer which was barely visible from the side, and then got busy in his routine again.
As the co-worker started pulling out some into the bowl, he looked at Seokjin again. Then as his nerve hit, he spoke to him again.
" You should stop smoking... At least not here."
Seokjin did not answer, he only kept looking at the little spider on the roof, over his head.
"What if your brother came to know?"
Seokjin let his hand down, fell in thoughts and then glared at the beta.
Kim Seokjin
He doesn't need to.
The co-worker did not say anything, and only went outside, leaving a messed up Seokjin.
He had only refused for it to happen but what if Taehyung really came to know about his drug addiction? What would he answer him?
Seokjin was a man of power, and he feared nothing else than his brother's pain. Taehyung had a traumatic past with drugs. When they were prostitutes, the owners would come drugged and force them to do so too.
Though Taehyung had the nerve to push it back, Seokjin got very addicted due to the high amount of cocaine and cigarettes.
Once he was out, he could not leave it all behind. It was a thing that he knew and then, here he was, drugging inside the room of a café.
Then his thoughts broke when some other odor got mixed with the metal-ly one of the cigars.
Taehyung was out after his tiring delivery, and now off to the last one. As he looked at the little order, he rolled his eyes.
The address never resembled the actual look of the mansion - The Park Palace.
Park Jimin was his best friend, and he would always order something from his café, in order to have a little of his look.... And give him some books.
Kim Taehyung
Here is your Cappuccino, Sir.
Taehyung mumbled, sarcastically mentioning other fascination over that certain coffee.
Park Jimin
Thank you, Mr. Delivery.
Jimin answered, holding the cup of coffee.
Taehyung mimicked him and got up on his cycle again.
Kim Taehyung
I gotta go. Too many orders.
Jimin leaned over his bike, sipping from the straw and looked at Taehyung with a flirty eyesight.
Park Jimin
You're becoming rich, eh?
Kim Taehyung
You got a screeching?
Taehyung answered and pulled his empty bag again.
Park Jimin
No I'm just saying that you'll have more money and maybe you can buy yourself Gucci now.
Kim Taehyung
No Jimin. Not yet.
Jimin stood straight, immediately frowning at his words.
Park Jimin
What do you mean no?
He said, glaring at Taehyung's brown orbs which were avoiding him at any cost.
Kim Taehyung
I wanna buy a restaurant, then home and then to the brands.
Park Jimin
That would take years!
Kim Taehyung
Brands can wait for years, not my Seo's youth.
Park Jimin
But you've always loved Gucci, so why not buy one?
Kim Taehyung
Seo wants to be his own master. He would not have to face any guilt then, and that is all I want.
Park Jimin
But what about your own dreams?
Kim Taehyung
Mine can wait.
Kim Taehyung
Depends. If I remain unmarried, maybe years or decades, and if I marry a wealthy man, then no problem.
Park Jimin
Shut up I know you don't want to get married!
Kim Taehyung
But I can't always stand on that, can I?
Jimin turned soft, looked at Taehyung and caressed his cheeks.
Kim Taehyung
What if Seo does not agree?
Park Jimin
Shut up! I know you're not marrying! Moreover, you're so ugly! No alpha would even look twice at you!
Taehyung gave him a disgusting look and threw Jimin's hand away.
Jimin sat behind him, Taehyung peddled away.
Park Jimin
Mamma Mia! I'm coming!
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