Mrs. Kim
Taehyung entered his room, shutting the door with a sigh. Sitting at his vanity, he wiped off his makeup, revealing his bare, flawless face. Even without it, he looked effortlessly stunning. He changed into a silk shirt and matching pajama pants, the cool fabric a welcome relief after the long night.
Sliding into bed, he grabbed his phone, scrolling through the latest headlines. A smirk tugged at his lips.
"Breaking News: The Min and Kim heirs rumored romance might bring peace between the families."
Taehyung chuckled, tossing his phone aside.
He murmured, closing his eyes, satisfaction washing over him. Everything was going perfectly.
Mrs. Kim sat at her vanity, brushing her hair in slow, deliberate strokes as she gazed at her reflection. The soft glow of the room did nothing to hide the exhaustion in her eyes. The sound of the door creaking open barely registered in her mind—she already knew who it was. She didn’t turn to acknowledge him, keeping her focus on the mirror as she felt his presence behind her, his arms snaking around her waist.
she said, her voice cold and detached.
Mr.Kim
Come on, don't be like this
Mr. Kim's voice was low, coaxing, as if he had the right to touch her.
Mrs. Kim finally turned, removing his hands from her waist with a graceful yet firm motion. She walked away, heading towards the bed with quiet dignity. He followed, undeterred, his tone softening as if that could erase everything
Mr.Kim
let's not go to bed angry
He said, stepping closer.
Her eyes burned with a familiar rage as she turned to him, her voice steady but dripping with venom
Mrs.Kim
Sungwoo, get the fuck away from me.
His jaw clenched. In an instant, his hand shot out, gripping her face roughly
Mr.Kim
I'm your fucking husband
He hissed, his fingers digging into her skin.
Mr.Kim
When I say something, you listen.
Mrs. Kim only rolled her eyes, the fire in them undimmed
Mrs.Kim
This is 2027. Get a fucking life
She spat, her lips curling in disdain.
The slap came hard and fast, snapping her head to the side. She barely had time to react before he shoved her onto the bed, his hand wrapping around her throat. She gasped, not from fear but from the overwhelming disgust crawling under her skin.
Mr.Kim
You still have the nerve to talk back?
He growled, leaning in closer, his breath suffocating her.
Tears welled in her eyes, sliding down her face, but not from fear. No, Mrs. Kim did not fear this man. She hated him. The disgust coiled deep in her gut as his lips forced their way onto hers, his touch making her stomach churn. The same man who ripped her daughter away, who turned her son's world into ashes, who threatened to take everything from her—he was here, once again, stealing another piece of her dignity.
As his hand slid beneath her silk robe, bile rose in her throat, and she choked back a sob
Mrs.Kim
I fucking hate you
she whispered, her voice trembling but still filled with venom.
Taehyung rubbed his eyes as he woke up, the weight of sleeplessness pressing on his shoulders. The haunting memories of his sister’s death still clung to him, but he tried to push them away. He sighed and stood up, heading to the shower in an attempt to wash away the darkness from the night before. After getting dressed, he glanced at the clock—it was only 6 a.m.
The sound of laughter echoed from downstairs as Taehyung made his way down, only to find the family gathered around the table. There sat Minji, Mr. Kim, Hana, and Seojun—who usually kept to himself
Taehyung asked, preparing to sit.
Mr.Kim
Watch your manners, Kim Taehyung
Mr. Kim said, his tone sharp. Taehyung glared at him, but instead of snapping back, he forced a smile.
He said politely, and everyone replied. However, Minji and Hana were too absorbed in the phone screen, commenting on a wedding dress photo.
Taehyung’s eyes wandered to the empty seat across from him
Kim Taehyung
Mr. Kim, where’s my mom?
He asked again, his voice growing colder.
Mr.Kim
She’s sleeping in. She’s tired
Mr. Kim replied, cutting his meat without looking up
Taehyung ignored the command, standing up and heading upstairs. He knocked on the door to his mother’s room but heard nothing. He knocked again, and after a moment, a hoarse voice responded
Taehyung called, a wave of worry sweeping over him.
Mrs. Kim replied, sounding slightly more upbeat
Mrs.Kim
I’ll be out in a moment.
A few moments later, she appeared in the doorway, wearing a turtleneck outfit. Taehyung’s eyes immediately fixed on her, confusion and anger bubbling up inside him
Kim Taehyung
Mom you hate turtlenecks
He muttered under his breath. He and his mother had always shared this one thing, but now—
The realization hit him like a punch to the gut
Taehyung’s anger flared, his hands balling into fists, but before he could react, Mrs. Kim gently cupped his face with a smile, her eyes filled with tenderness
Mrs.Kim
Taehyung, please calm down
She could see the storm brewing inside him, and with a sigh, she added
Mrs.Kim
How about you head out and have breakfast somewhere quiet? I know you’ll blow up if you stay with them too long.
Taehyung wanted to protest, to stay by her side, but he saw the exhaustion in her eyes. He reluctantly nodded, his worry for her growing, and gave her a soft smile
Kim Taehyung
Take care of yourself Mom
He said quietly before leaving her room.
Mr. Kim yelled as Taehyung walked out, but he didn't even spare him a glance, ignoring his father's outburst completely
Kim Taehyung
Fucking bastard
Taehyung grumbled under his breath, furious, as he stormed out.
Taehyung already had his hand on the door handle of the car, and without another word, he slid into the backseat.
Kim Taehyung
Drive to YG Company
Taehyung ordered, his eyes cold as he stared through the rearview mirror. The driver, looking visibly nervous, quickly nodded in acknowledgment and started the engine
After a few minutes of silence, Taehyung let out a small groan, pressing his fingers to his temple
Kim Taehyung
My head hurts...
He murmured to himself, then softly added,
Kim Taehyung
I need some coffee
The driver, clearly hesitant, shifted nervously in his seat before speaking up
unknown
U-Um, Master Taehyung... there's this really good coffee place, it's my favorite... They also serve amazing pastries and food. It's a place I go to when I'm feeling down. Maybe you could try it?
Taehyung glanced over at him, an eyebrow raised, surprised by the driver’s suggestion. The driver was clearly worried, his eyes flicking between the rearview mirror and the road
Kim Taehyung
Alright, drive me there. We'll eat breakfast there,
He said, surprising the driver further
unknown
💭if I suggested that to any of his other family I would've already lost my job💭
The driver couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief.
Comments
LUCIFER
pleas update today this story till its complete finshed pleas update more than 60 chapters today
2025-02-11
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2025-01-30
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