My trouble is you
Jungkook sat down, his sharp eyes fixed on the TV screen. The news anchor's voice echoed through the luxurious penthouse.
"Breaking news: Kim Taehyung has returned to Korea. Speculations are rising—could it be for the upcoming marriage between his sister and his ex-boyfriend?"
A smirk tugged at Jungkook's lips, his chiseled features illuminated by the flickering screen. His dark eyes gleamed with something unreadable, something dangerous.
Jeon Jungkook
So that's all it took for you to come back
He murmured, a low chuckle escaping his throat, laced with amusement and something darker beneath.
Felix, his secretary, stepped into the room, his tone professional but cautious
Felix
Sir, Mr. Kim wants to know if you'll be attending the party tomorrow
Jungkook's smirk widened as he leaned back into the plush couch, exuding effortless dominance
Jeon Jungkook
Tell him I wouldn't miss it
He said smoothly, fingers tapping against the armrest in a slow, calculated rhythm.
Taehyung called softly as he stepped into Mrs. Kim's dimly lit room. His dark eyes scanned her tired face with quiet concern.
Kim Taehyung
Are you alright?
He asked, lowering himself beside her with effortless grace.
Mrs. Kim's lips pressed into a thin line, her hands clenched tightly in frustration
Mrs.Kim
That bastard is so desperate to marry his child off for a little profit
She spat, the venom in her voice unmistakable. She reached out, cupping Taehyung's face with a fierce tenderness
Mrs.Kim
I'm sorry, sorry my child. Just hang in there for a while longer. I promise you, I’ll bring that bastard down.
Taehyung’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smile, his dark brown eyes glinting with something dangerous
Kim Taehyung
Of course, Mother. I'll be right beside you, smiling as I watch his downfall.
His voice was smooth, laced with a quiet confidence that sent chills down anyone's spine.
Mrs. Kim pulled him closer, her voice dropping into a whisper
Mrs.Kim
And another thing—Minji. I want you to ruin her family
She said, her eyes darkening with cold determination.
Taehyung's smirk deepened, his sharp features making him look almost too perfect, too lethal
Kim Taehyung
I've been waiting for you to give me permission
He murmured, his voice dripping with anticipation.
Mrs. Kim held him tighter, regret flickering in her eyes
Mrs.Kim
💭I'm so sorry my son, I will make sure to pay them back ten thousand time worst than what they've done💭
She thought, though she knew Taehyung had already embraced the darkness she tried to shield him from.
Mrs.Kim
It's getting late. You should get some rest
She finally said, smoothing his hair gently.
Taehyung stood, straightening his outfit effortlessly.
Kim Taehyung
Goodnight, Mom
Said smoothly, walking to the door with a silent confidence. As he stepped out, his eyes met Minji’s in the hallway, her lips curled into a mocking smirk.
Taehyung’s response? A bright, innocent smile—one that didn't quite reach his eyes. Leaning in slightly, he whispered, just loud enough for her to hear
Kim Taehyung
I will ruin you
Minji's smirk faltered for just a second. Taehyung walked away, his presence leaving a lingering chill in the air
Taehyung took a deep breath as he walked into his room, stripping off his formal clothes and slipping into something more comfortable—still effortlessly stylish, of course. As he stepped out into the hallway, the butler stiffened.
Butler
Young Master, may I ask where you're going?
The butler inquired cautiously.
Taehyung shot him a cold, unreadable smile
Kim Taehyung
No you may not
He replied smoothly, his voice laced with icy authority.
Butler
I'm sorry, sir, but Mr. Kim has requested to know all your routes... just in case you're in danger
Taehyung scoffed internally
Kim Taehyung
💭Danger, my a**. He just wants to make sure I'm not planning anything behind his back💭
Kim Taehyung
I'm going for a walk
He said instead, brushing past him
Butler
Young Master, it's about to rain. You might catch a cold
The butler added, his tone almost pleading
Taehyung turned slightly, lips curving into a smirk
Kim Taehyung
I doubt a little rain could hurt me
He said coolly before stepping outside.
The butler sighed, signaling to two guards.
The rain poured down in heavy sheets, soaking Taehyung within minutes, but he didn’t care. He let the cool droplets roll down his face, highlighting the soft yet sharp features that made him so dangerously captivating. His dark hair stuck to his forehead, and his clothes clung to his toned body in a way that would leave anyone breathless.
Kim Taehyung
How I love the rain
He murmured, letting the water cascade down his sharp features.
He was well aware of the guards trailing behind him but ignored them—until his gaze landed on a figure standing dangerously close to the edge of a bridge. The man’s posture screamed desperation.
Taehyung muttered under his breath, sprinting forward. Without hesitation, he grabbed the man’s arm, pulling him back with enough force that they both crashed onto the wet pavement.
The man growled, only to be cut off by Taehyung pressing a hand against his chest
Kim Taehyung
Please, get off me
Taehyung’s gaze locked onto the stranger, and for a moment, he forgot how to breathe. The man on top of him was—damn. So freaking hot. His sharp jawline, piercing dark eyes that held a storm within them, and lips that curled into an irritated but sinfully attractive pout—he was the epitome of raw, effortless danger.
The man scrambled to his feet, dusting himself off with an annoyed huff
Kim Taehyung
I'm not sure how messed up your life is, but this—
Taehyung gestured to the bridge
Kim Taehyung
—is never the answer.
The stranger looked at him, confused
Kim Taehyung
What about your family? The people who worry about you?
Taehyung interrupted, placing a hand on his waist, his wet shirt clinging to his toned figure in all the right ways.
The man sighed, visibly irritated
Kim Taehyung
What's your name? Where do you live? I'll order you a taxi
Taehyung pressed, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
The man exhaled sharply, clearly trying to keep his cool, his dark eyes scanning Taehyung
Taehyung tilted his head, giving him a once-over
He repeated, voice cold but now slightly softer.
Yoongie narrowed his eyes, turning to leave as he run a hand through his wet hair
Min Yoongie
I wasn’t trying to jump
Kim Taehyung
Sure you weren’t. And I wasn’t staring at your abs through that wet shirt just now
Yoongie looked at him like he was some kind of lunatic.
Kim Taehyung
Nothing. So, Yoongie, what’s got you looking like the main character in a tragic drama?
Yoongi sighed, clearly regretting ever existing at this moment
Min Yoongie
Look, I appreciate your... uh, enthusiasm, but I don’t need a pep talk.
Taehyung placed a hand on his waist, rain dripping off his nose, but he still looked effortlessly gorgeous
Kim Taehyung
I’m not giving you a pep talk. I’m offering a deal. You help me with something, and I help you. Two sexy guys solving their problems together—sounds fun, right?
Yoongi gave him a long, unimpressed stare
Taehyung called out, grabbing his wrist effortlessly.
Kim Taehyung
What’s your trouble? Money? Ex-girlfriend? Debt? A secret mafia past? I can help!
Yoongi sighed, yanking his wrist away
Min Yoongie
My trouble is you.
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