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As Taehyung stepped through the grand entrance of the Kim estate, he was met with a sharp slap aimed at his face. Anticipating it, he dodged slightly—just enough to avoid a lasting mark, but still letting it graze his cheek to make it look convincing. After all, words traveled fast in this household, and with the maids and butlers watching, appearances were everything
Minji
Mr. Kim, it's not worth it. People are watching
Minji pleaded, clutching onto Mr. Kim’s arm.
But Mr. Kim, blinded by his anger, shoved her aside without a second thought. Minji stumbled and fell to the floor with a sharp gasp. Hana rushed to her mother's side in an instant, glaring daggers at Taehyung
Mr.Kim
Meet me in my office in two minutes
Mr. Kim commanded, his voice cold and authoritative before walking off, his heavy footsteps echoing down the hall. His departure was met with a lingering glare from Mrs. Kim, who exchanged a brief, knowing glance with Taehyung. A silent agreement passed between them before Taehyung followed his father toward the study, his posture calm and composed.
Mrs. Kim turned her gaze down to Minji, feigning concern as she crouched slightly
Mrs.Kim
Are you okay, Minji?
She asked, her voice laced with sympathy, though her eyes told a different story—one that Minji instantly picked up on.
Minji
I don't need your fucking pity
Minji spat, her face contorted with rage.
Mrs. Kim kept her expression soft, though inside she was seething
Mrs.Kim
💭it weren’t for the maids, you'd never dare run your mouth like that💭
She thought, forcing a sad look on her face
Mrs.Kim
I only wanted to help
She murmured, her voice delicate yet laced with hidden venom.
Hana snapped, helping Minji up the stairs.
As they disappeared down the hall, a single tear slid down Mrs. Kim’s flawless face—an act so convincing it tugged at the heartstrings of the onlookers.
“The young master and Mrs. Kim have such a hard life," a maid whispered sympathetically.
"If I were treated like that, I would've killed that man already," another muttered, shaking her head.
Soft murmurs of gossip spread through the room, each adding to the carefully crafted image of Mrs. Kim and Taehyung—the tragic yet elegant victims of a cruel patriarch.
But as Mrs. Kim finally reached the door of her bedroom, the sorrow on her face melted into a wicked smirk. She glanced at herself in the mirror, brushing a hand through her luscious hair, her eyes glinting with calculated confidence.
Mrs.Kim
💭Fucking bastard ruining his own image without realizing💭
Meanwhile, in his father’s office, Taehyung leaned casually against the wall, his sharp features exuding effortless sensuality. His lips curled into a smirk, his dark eyes cold yet teasing.
Kim Taehyung
You called, father?
Said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, knowing full well he held more power than his father could ever realize.
Mr. Kim leaned back in his chair, his dark eyes narrowing as he glared at Taehyung
Mr.Kim
So, you started dating our enemies
He said, his voice sharp with accusation.
Taehyung tilted his head slightly, a slow smirk playing on his lips as he settled gracefully into the leather chair across from his father. Legs crossed, one hand resting lazily on the armrest, the other tapping lightly against his chin, he radiated an effortless allure that was almost hypnotic
Kim Taehyung
Come on, father
He drawled, his voice dripping with mock disappointment.
Kim Taehyung
I really thought you were smarter than this.
Mr. Kim's brow furrowed, his eyes darkening
Taehyung chuckled, standing up and circling behind his father like a predator playing with his prey. He leaned down, his lips dangerously close to Mr. Kim’s ear as his hands found their way to his shoulders, massaging them lightly
Kim Taehyung
The Kim's and the Mins have been enemies for generations, and yet no one quite knows why any more
He said, his voice smooth like silk
Kim Taehyung
It’s a feud built on outdated grudges and empty pride. But if their prized son and your precious heir were to fall in love... doesn’t it feel like our families are now intertwined in ways you never imagined?
Mr. Kim’s jaw clenched, but Taehyung felt the tension in his shoulders ease slightly
His father muttered, intrigued despite himself.
Taehyung's fingers kneaded deeper, his voice low
Kim Taehyung
This... opens up a whole new world of possibilities. Business partnerships under the guise of family unity. Information flowing freely between us, with me in the perfect position to control it all. And think of the press—star-crossed lovers from rival families. It would make us unstoppable
He, whispered, his smirk widening as he saw the greed flicker in Mr. Kim’s eyes.
Mr. Kim hummed in thought, his lips curling into a slow grin
Mr.Kim
So smart of you, my son
He said, his hand reaching up to grasp Taehyung’s wrist tightly. The grip was firm, almost painful, but Taehyung didn’t flinch.
Mr.Kim
But if you ever try to pull any tricks, I will end your mother,
Mr. Kim added, his tone dark and threatening.
Taehyung met his gaze, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he slowly retrieved his hand, trailing his fingers lightly down his father’s shoulder before stepping back. His smirk never wavered
Kim Taehyung
I wouldn't dare, Father
He purred, eyes smoldering with hidden amusement
Kim Taehyung
After all, I’m only thinking of the family's best interests.
Mr. Kim nodded, satisfied, falling right into the trap Taehyung had so carefully laid. Taehyung turned on his heel, his movements fluid and elegant, his aura intoxicating. As he walked towards the door, he threw one last glance over his shoulder, eyes gleaming with a mixture of mischief and something far more dangerous.
Kim Taehyung
💭Checkmate, old man.💭
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