HEARTBEAT | VKOOK - Chapter 25: Chapter 25

"What're you doing here, at this hour?" Jeongguk queried, only receiving a mere shrug from the older who approached him in a rather enthusiastic manner. Blonde bangs falling messily over his soft brown orbs as he skipped in his steps, an endearing smile plastered on his plump lips.
"I could ask you the same, Jeonggukie." The older male, who was known to be Jimin, quirked up a brow, tilting his head to the side with the smile still present on his face. "I'd slept all day, hence why I couldn't sleep. And I guess, you couldn't either."
Jeongguk simply nodded, averting his gaze down to the tainted road he walked up on, hands buried into the pockets of his light blue hoodie. It was indeed, pretty early for the two of them to be out on a walk, at an hour when the sun had just begun rising, that is.
"Why couldn't you sleep, Jeongguk?" Jimin queried softly, the gleam in his eyes now fading into a concerned look as fixated his gaze on the aforementioned male, who simply turned away and strolled ahead, silently. As though wondering what to answer to the older male.
Jimin simply stood there for a few moments before deciding to follow after the younger— the two of them now mindlessly strolling through the streets of their city. The older male kept his gaze fixated on the tainted road, pursing his lips for a brief moment before whispering, "Nightmares?"
A slight scoff evoked from Jeongguk's thin lips at that, scrunching his nose slightly as a soft chuckle left his lips. The male then shook his head, exhaling softly as he looked up at the sky. "Nope. No more nightmares for now. As I'm getting better everyday."
This caused a smile to break out on the older's face as he glanced at the younger, "That's great. I'm glad you're out of trouble now, it's for the best."
"I don't think so. . ." Jeongguk trailed off, tone laced with uncertainty as he then dropped his gaze to the ground. "Maybe. . I'm falling into another pit of trouble."
This had Jimin frowning slightly in utter confusion, baffled as to what Jeongguk was referring to. "What do you mean?"
Jeongguk fell silent, as though contemplating his thoughts on whether to blurt it all to the older male or whether to simply pretend like everything was fine. When it was clearly not, at least for Jeongguk. And he simply didn't know where to begin.
His thoughts were a mess, scattered all around his mind. He couldn't help but think of a lot of things. As every action had its own consequences, either good or bad. And Jeongguk found himself thinking of both, only jumbling his thoughts, and stressing himself to the point that he felt awfully exhausted from over-thinking.
Perhaps, getting it off his chest would be a better option.
"I. . . I don't know. I'm confused, hyung." Jeongguk muttered, almost inaudibly, yet loud enough for Jimin to hear him, as the two of them were the only ones in the slightly vacant street, mindlessly strolling next to each other. A deep frown then settled on the older's face as he shot the younger a baffled glance.
"What is it, Jeongguk? What're you talking about?"
"Everything. I don't know what I'm doing, hyung. I. . . I can't help it." A crestfallen look then embedded on his face as he dropped his gaze to the floor, attempting to avoid the older's questioning eyes.
"Stop beating around the bush, Jeongguk. Tell me what's wrong, I'm here for you." Jimin stated sternly, genuinely concerned for the younger who acted awfully weird since the past few minutes. As though he was lost in his ocean of a mind, and it wasn't surprising at all for Jimin, yet something seemed off about this moment.
An inaudible sigh then evoked from his lips, biting down onto his bottom lip afterwards. "I-I've  never really fallen in love before. But, it feels like. . I-I guess I am." Jeongguk stammered, words faltering as he attempted to compose himself. "Taehyung. . . I-I guess I like him, hyung."
"You fancy someone?" Jimin queried, an astonished look now etching on his face as he haulted in his tracks and looked at the younger. However, the astonishment soon dropped to a slight frown. "And that's. . . Taehyung?"
Silence.
A tense silence lingered between the two of them as Jeongguk then haulted in his tracks as well, yet never daring to face the older completely. As he knew it was wrong. Falling for Taehyung seemed so wrong to him. Yet, it felt so right. Wrong, due to the fact that Taehyung would never reciprocate his feelings, instead cut off all connections with him, and perhaps never allow Minjun to see him again. That is, if only he knew.
"Y-You're kidding, right?" Jimin queried nervously, as though unable to believe whatever the male had just blurted to him. And a part of him hoped for it all to be  a mere joke, an awful prank to see his reaction. As falling in love with Taehyung would only end up hurting him more. Due to the highest possibility of being rejected.
"I wish I was," Jeongguk mumbled, tone laced with a hint of melancholy, glistening doe orbs fixated on the ground. "But. . . it's true."
A long pause then followed, as the blonde male was at a loss of words. Simply blinking dumbly at the younger who refused to meet the other's gaze, as though not wanting to see the disappointment clearly written all over his face. Disappointed, due to the fact that he'd fallen for someone who could never be his.
Or perhaps, he could. Perhaps, Jeongguk could be the only one to bring Taehyung out of the life he had forced on himself. Maybe, he could change him. And unlike what Jeongguk had expected— a new found hope gleamed in the older's eyes. Hope, that Jeongguk could heal him, mend his already broken heart.
That is, if only Taehyung allowed him to. But that was a piece of cake for Jimin to figure out.
"That's. . .amazing!" The silence was then disrupted by the older's rather enthusiastic voice— clearly the opposite of what Jeongguk had expected from him. As he thought, the male would be absolutely disappointed, perhaps even scold him or tell him to move on. And he didn't know why he thought so, as Jeongguk was always the one to think of the negative outcomes more than the positive ones.
Hence why, it had startled him, causing him to snap his wide doe eyes up to Jimin in utter amusement, brows creasing together in a slight frown. Signifying how perplexed he was. A chuckle of sheer amusement then emerged from the older's lips, eyes curling up into small crescents.
"What? You thought I'd be mad, huh?" He grinned, astonishment sparkling in his earthy brown orbs. "Why'd I be mad, Jeonggukie? I'm happy for you! You're in love, dummy!"
"But—" Jimin cut him off abruptly, "I know, I know its Taehyung. But could you please for once think positively, Jeongguk? Maybe there's a chance for you to be with him!"
A scoff of utter disbelief evoked from his lips at that, averting his gaze to the tainted road. "Don't get your hopes up, hyung." He paused, pursing his lips as he looked up at the sky. "I'm just a friend to him, someone he barely knows."
"Well. . . he could be lying too, you know. He just wants to stay loyal to Sora." His voice had then softened, eyes saddening as a gloomy look now etched on his face. "He thinks he loves her, when in reality, he's just afraid to fall in love again."
"But why?"
Jimin simply shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "I don't know. He doesn't want to get his heart broken again, due to something similar to the past. You could say, he's traumatized."
The ravenette then averted his gaze to the ground, pausing for a brief moment, as though attempting to focus on his thoughts. And his silence didn't go unnoticed by Jimin who immidiately felt a wave of regret surging through him, "But that doesn't mean you don't have a chance with him. We don't know yet for sure, but I'll figure it out."
"Why?" He muttered softly, knitting his brows in thought. "What'd really happened that broke him so much?"
This had Jimin looking away, sighing softly as he attempted to avoid the younger's curious eyes. Jeongguk craved to know. He seeked answers for his untold questions. And Jimin wasn't sure if Taehyung really wanted him to know what exactly had occurred in his past. Perhaps, it could be because he didn't want to reminisce the event, he didn't know. But. . he deserved to know, as he was his friend too.
And now Jimin found himself being conflicted. Torn between whether to say the truth or to simply craft a lie, as that sounded easier. But the moment he met the younger's gaze, he knew he couldn't lie to his best friend in his face.
As that'd hurt him more than anything.
Taking in a deep breath, Jimin then heaved a sigh as he averted his gaze, looking ahead of him. "As I told you before, Taehyung's wife. . . Kim Sora, passed away in a car crash. And that. . . took a toll on him."
Jimin then met his gaze, acknowledging the puzzled look on his face. "But that wasn't it all, they had an arguement. . . which was the reason why she'd left the house. One of the reasons Taehyung blames himself for her death."
"Was it really so bad?"
"I guess? I don't know what they were talking about. But all I know is. . . she was drunk, and she'd crossed the speed limit, which ended in a horrifying car crash." Jimin then paused, pursing his lips for a brief moment. "Taehyung blames himself for her death, even though it wasn't his fault. It was just an accident."
"That's. . . terrible," Jeongguk whispered, focus all scattered as he stared into the space, attempting to register all of the information. Earning a nod from Jimin who heaved a sigh, "He was left alone with a one year old to take care of, and he refused to marry another woman. Or even fall in love, that is. As no one seemed to interest him. And he became closed off eventually, to the point of pushing away his friends and family."
"No matter how tough he may act on the outside, he's truly broken," Jimin then paused, meeting Jeongguk's doe orbs. "Just like you."
A tense silence then followed, Jeongguk seemingly lost in his ocean of thoughts, which slightly bothered the older male. As he didn't want Jeongguk to think about the negative outcomes, and simply stress himself unnecessarily.
"Anyways, I don't know for sure if he's moved on, and I don't want to get your hopes up, but. . . there could be a small percent of chance though. I mean, you're attractive, truly. But. . . I don't know if Taehyung's willing to change his mind." Jimin sighed in utter disappointment, delivering a quick shrug to Jeongguk.
Jimin had noticed the gloomy look on his face, the melancholy swirling within his doe orbs. He then decided to change the subject. "Tell me something, Jeongguk." The blonde male's eyes then drifted down to Jeongguk's wrist, catching the glimpse of a bracelet concealed by the sleeves of his hoodie— that seemed awfully familiar to him. As the structure somewhat reminded him of something he couldn't exactly pin. "When did you get that?"
This caused the aforementioned male to dart his gaze down to his wrist, bringing it up towards himself for a better look. "Oh, this. . ." He then showed it to the older male. "T-Taehyung gave it to me."
"Wait— what?"
And to say that Jimin was astonished would be an understatement. As the male was beyond surprised and utterly bewildered at the mention of Taehyung. A scoff of disbelief then emerged from his lips, that shaped into a grin, glancing down at the shiny object wrapped around Jeongguk's wrist.
"Are you fucking kidding me, Jeon Jeongguk?" The blonde male then flickered his eyes up to Jeongguk. Meeting his gaze for a brief second before turning away, scoffing in sheer disbelief as he backed away from him, a hand placed over his mouth. He then ran his fingers through his blonde locks. "Taehyung. . . Kim Taehyung gave you this?"
Jeongguk simply blinked at him, utterly perplexed by his sudden outburst. "Yeah, so?"
"Why the fuck didn't you tell me this before?" Brows creased together in a frown, Jimin simply shot him a disappointed look.
"Ah. . . I-I forgot! I thought of telling you later but. . . you went to Busan the other day." Jeongguk then averted his gaze, and scrunched his nose slightly in utter embarrassment, an awkward smile creeping up to his lips. He then looked up at the older male with a slightly puzzled look, "It's just an accessory, what's wrong?"
Jimin then heaved a deep sigh of disappointment, running his digits through his blonde locks before ruffling his hair messily as  he glanced around. He then met the younger's gaze after a brief pause, jutting his chin towards his wrist. "This. . . it's made by Taehyung himself, right?"
The younger male simply scoffed, averting his gaze, and biting the inside of his cheek in utter exasperation. "Yes, it is. But that  doesn't mean—"
"You know that he makes them, right? He showed his collections to you, yes?"
"Uh. . .yeah but—"
Jimin then cut him off abruptly, "Taehyung never told anyone about his love for crafting accessories, Jeongguk. Not even us. . . his own damn friends. Well, except for me. And he fucking told you, just like that. And even gave you one of them. How do you think this isn't a big deal, Jeongguk?"
"And why in the world didn't you tell me this?" Jimin scowled, truly disappointed for not knowing it sooner. And it hurt him more knowing that Jeongguk had kept something from him. Although he trusted him with all his heart.
Jeongguk's expression had then faltered to a crestfallen look, at the sight of his best friend. Dealing with a sad Jimin wasn't something he wanted. "I'm sorry. . . I-I forgot to tell you. And. . . you went to Busan the other day. I-I promise I'll never do that again—"
"Jeonggukie," The male softly grinned, eyes curling up into small crescents. "Its okay, don't you fret. I'm just sad you didn't tell me earlier. But I'm happy to be the first one to know." He then slowly approached the younger,
"But you need to tell me everything. How it all began."
"Go ahead. He's in the office." He heard the guard say, motioning towards the vacant hallway just a few meters across him. The guard had then left shortly after that, leaving the male to lead his way on his own through the vacant white spaces.
However, Taehyung didn't seem to acknowledge the absence of the guard behind him, nor pay attention to his words. Seemingly lost in his own mind, as he gazed at the direction the guard had pointed at. His hands were clammy, feet glued to the ground, and unwilling to move another step forward. As he didn't know what was about to come the moment he did.
He didn't know why he was here at the first place. He had no idea why the man, who never wished to see him, suddenly wanted to have a talk with him. That too, in person. What must've gone wrong for him to call him over for a talk?
Perhaps, it was all about the marriage thing. The one thing Taehyung deliberately disagreed to, no matter how much his father attempted to convince him for it. Although Taehyung never really disagreed to any of his words, he simply couldn't make up his mind for this one thing his father pressurized him to do.
And he didn't know why he simply couldn't understand that he didn't wish to marry anyone. It was his own life, his own choices, and decisions. But oh well, when was this life even his own?
He was just a mere puppet, trapped in his father's hands, told to obey every one of his dad's orders, like a mindless robot.  Controlled by his father, who could either destroy his life entirely in any second, or simply kill him without remorse. Taehyung hoped for the latter. He wanted to die. Oh-so badly, as this life was simply miserable to him, although he had everything anyone would wish for.
He simply didn't wish to live. Yet, he knew he couldn't do that. He couldn't simply abandon his child, and leave him to the hands of his father, a devil. His father, who'd definitely take advantage of his innocent child. He wouldn't kill him, of course. He'd rather use him as a weapon, just like he's doing to Taehyung.
A weapon to build his empire in the business world.
The shiny marble floor squeaked underneath the soles of his shoes, as he hesitantly strolled ahead, towards the direction of the office. The dull white halls were vacant as usual; as the guards only stayed out at the entrance of the edifice.
Although Taehyung had always preferred silence, this time, he despised every minute of it. The deafening, pin-drop seemingly silence spoke a million words to him. Words that drove him crazy. The tense atmosphere only causing his heart to race in his chest, in sheer anticipation. And even though the place was pretty cold due to the central air conditions, Taehyung felt himself sweating profusely in sheer anxiousness.
The brunette was almost certain that his father would threaten him, or even pressurize him to find a girl. As he'd already said that it was his final warning. To add to that, Taehyung knew that his father was a man of his words. And that's what terrified him the most. As he'd most probably do something appalling  to threaten him. Perhaps, kidnap or kill someone close to him— Taehyung didn't want to think of it.
The moment he faced the pitch black door, with a sign that said, 'Kim Dohyeon'. Taehyung haulted in his tracks yet again, freezing as his eyes stayed glued to the dark wooden door. The place he was awfully familiar with, from the countless of times he'd been here. A place where he'd made the worst of memories he wished to forget.
Taehyung stood there for a while, contemplating his thoughts as he stared at the inky door. He then sucked in a deep breath, attempting to regain his composure and remain fearless in front of his dad, who thought of him as nothing but a mere puppet, a fucking weakling. Well, perhaps, he was a weakling. Who could never fight equally against his dad. He was a wounded tiger, and his father simply took the advantage of his wounds, his weakness.
His weakness being his five year old son, who's safety was his first priority.
With shaky hands, Taehyung then wrapped his slender fingers on the door knob, licking his lips afterwards as he then proceeded to finally open the door, and face whatever was awaiting him for a long time.
"Took you long enough to come to office. Have you forgotten the directions, son?" A raspy and deep voice, that he hadn't heard in a long time, boomed through the walls of his office. Startling Taehyung a bit as he lowered his gaze and proceeded to enter his office.
"Take a seat. How have you been?" He seemed tranquil, awfully calm. Like the calm before a storm. And it terrified Taehyung beyond belief, as he didn't know what his father was up to. Yet, he didn't expose it to him— instead, pretending to be unbothered like he usually was.
"Let's get to the point, father. What do you want to talk about?" Taehyung had then complied, taking a seat in front of his father, and looking at him straight in the eye, not an ounce of fear evident in his delinquent sharp orbs.
An amused chuckle educed from the man's chapped lips as he stared at his son in utter astonishment, "You seem quite interested in talking about the real thing, huh?" The man, who was known to be Dohyeon, quirked up a brow, fingers stroking his chin slightly. "I assume you know it already."
"Of course," Taehyung scoffed, seemingly composed as ever, although his insides were burning with fear for the man afront him. Not exactly, Taehyung didn't fear him, but his power. As he could destroy anything in a matter of seconds, within the blink of an eye. "Its always the same."
The man hummed lowly, averting his gaze, and smirking slightly in sheer amusement before meeting his eyes again. "But first, let's talk about a few things."
"If you think I don't know of what you're doing in the company, you're wrong." Dohyeon smirked, to which Taehyung narrowed his eyes in utter confusion. "What do you mean?"
"You skip meetings, change the schedule and the footages, go out and party with friends all night, or simply stay at home with your lovely son. . . Do you think I don't know, Kim Taehyung?" His kind expression had then faltered to a menacing glare, as he moved closer to Taehyung. "I'm watching you, every move you make. . . everything you do. And for you, I've lost a lot of clients, a lot of amazing offers and contracts. For your foolish and reckless activities, our company's condition has worsened."
"When have you changed so much, Taehyung? The boy I knew, would never dare to be so reckless. It's truly disappointing, Taehyung." His stated, disappointment laced within his tone, eyes softening slightly in faux disappointment as he pursed his lips.
This caused Taehyung to release yet another scoff of disbelief, as he leaned back slightly in his seat, meeting his father's gaze, "The old me? The one who burnt himself out for your stupid company? The one. . . who pushed away everyone, and even his own son, to distract himself with work?" He then leaned forward, eyes never leaving his father's, "He's dead."
"Watch your tone, young man. I'm your father." The man glared at him, equally infuriated. "And yes, I want your old self back. You were better then, obeyed all my words. And now, look at you. Acting like a fucking brat, all reckless and irresponsible."
"Who is it, that changed you so much, Taehyung?" Dohyeon then leaned back slightly, eyes glued to Taehyung's sharp delinquent orbs that burned with intense hatred. "Who is it that turned you to a reckless man?"
"No one. I'm not a kid to be easily influenced, father." Taehyung then leaned back as well, placing his elbows over the armrest. "I've changed. . because I've moved on from the pain that haunted me for years. I'm no longer the one who obeys all your commands like a fool."
That had caught Dohyeon's interest, causing him to raise an eyebrow in utter glee, "You've moved on, huh?"
"So that means. . . you're willing to accept anyone in your life. That's amazing! Oh, and it reminds. . me of the sole reason I called you here!" He exclaimed, oh-so cheerfully. And Taehyung cringed internally at the pitch of his tone. "I've selected a girl for you, Taehyung."
This had caught him totally off guard, truly perplexed at what his father was on about, "W-What do you mean?"
"A girl whom you'll marry. Lee Yunhee. . . daughter of Lee Hyun-Jung." Dohyeon then placed his elbows over the desk, interlacing his fingers, eyes never leaving Taehyung's, "You're going to marry Lee Yunhee."
A scoff of disbelief emerged from Taehyung's plump lips, a chuckle of sheer amusement following right after. "What do you think? Is this a joke? Because. . . for real, this isn't funny."
"Of course, it isn't. We've made a contract. Half of the shares of Lee's will be ours. It's a win-win opportunity, and you know your father never loses a golden offer." His lips curved upwards into a into a mischievous smirk, as  he leaned forward slightly. "You'll marry her, that's final."
"Y-You're bluffing." Taehyung narrowed his gaze at the man in sheer disbelief, and confusion. Only to earn a chuckle of astonishment in return. His somber orbs were solely focused on the young man. "Oh, trust me, I'm clearly not. We've made an accord, and based on it, we'll merge our businesses together. And besides, his daughter's already set her eyes on you from the first day you met her at a business meeting."
"She's rich, and beautiful. . . perfect for you." He then flashed him a sweet smile, but Taehyung could clearly see the bitterness within his kind façade. The hatred burning deep within his auburn orbs. "Y-You can't do that. . . not without my consent!"
The man shrugged nonchalantly, as though it wasn't a big deal, "I thought you were gonna say yes to the offer, like the good boy you are. And I believe, you already have. As you've said that you've moved on. . . and ready to accept anyone in your life."
Lips parted agape, Taehyung stared at his father in absolute shock and disbelief, unable to register what the man had just blurted to him. He felt his insides burn in absolute fury and rage, heart crushing to pieces as he clenched his fist— digging his nails into his palm in the process. In attempts to retrain himself from doing anything awfully terrible. His grip, awfully tight that his knuckles had turned white from the force.
"No. If you're really being serious, y-you'll cancel this contract of yours. I don't agree to this. I'm not your puppet, I'm your fucking son! You can't do this to me." He spoke through his gritted teeth, words harsh and clearly laced with rage, as his eyes bored into his father's deep auburn orbs.
"I won't. This has been sealed officially. You'll marry her in the next six months. There's no turning back now, Taehyung." His eyes were grim, almost dead as he spoke to his son. "You are my son, can't you do this one thing for me? For your dear father?"
Silence.
Dead silence lingered between the two of them, who simply stared at each other, their eyes speaking a million unsaid words. That they truly meant, from their heart. It being hatred, his heart was filled with hatred for the man he once called his father. The man, whom he ought to follow as a child, whom he claimed as his role model, the person he wanted to be when he grew up.
The man, who simply ignored him whenever he was around and barely paid attention to anything he had said, as though he never existed. His father, who seemed always swamped with his work and company; barely ever sparing time for his own wife, who stayed up at night— awaiting him until she couldn't no more. It was only once or twice, when Taehyung saw them together.
However, they pretended to be strangers, even whilst staying in the same house and being around each other. The house had always been silent, unlike what Taehyung dreamt it to be. He grew up to be a heir of a company. His life, and childhood, the absolute definition of boring to him. Although he had everything anyone could ever ask for.
Born in a wealthy family, dwelling in riches, a family that possessed a lot of money and properties, the heir of the biggest company of South Korea, he had everything in his possession. With an exception of love. He was deprived of love all his life. The love of his father.
His mother was the only one who actually paid a little to no attention to him. Cared for him when he was sick, even if it was for a while before assigning one of the maids to take care of him. Sent him to sleep when he couldn't fall asleep on his own. His mother was there, but not like how he wanted her to be. She was the only source of love. However, there were times when she pushed him away, and he simply never complained.
His life was pretty much black and white till he found Sora, who added colours to his life, made him feel loved for the first time. Knew what it was like to be in love. Only to leave, the warmth and joy dissipating into faded memories, locked in his mind. However now, he had Minjun, his only son. And he'd do anything to protect his son, his only source of happiness and love, the one he'd cherish forever.
Even if it meant to risk his life to protect his son, he might as well do it willingly. But for the sake of his son, Taehyung was ready to take the risk of any extent. Of course, he wouldn't let his father get in the way and mess with the little world he'd crafted for himself.
"No. I. . . I don't agree to this." He spoke, clear and determined, sharp delinquent eyes glaring into his father's own deep auburn orbs as he leaned forward. "I am not marrying anyone, and just because you've said, doesn't mean I'll do it. I've my own choices, Mr. Kim."
"We're back to being strangers again, huh?" Dohyeon scoffed, clearly enjoying it, as he quirked up an eyebrow in faux surprise. "You're truly a funny man, Kim Taehyung. One moment I'm your father, and the next, I'm a stranger. . . truly amusing."
This had Taehyung scoffing in utter bewilderment, as he leaned back in his seat— taken aback. "My father, huh? Do you even know what it's like to be one? What it's like to take care of your son and look over his choices for once?" Taehyung growled lowly, jaw clenching in sheer vexation, eyes filled with nothing but wrath for the man who glared back at him equally. "You don't know what it's like to have a family, to be a father. Hell, you're not even a fucking man."
A vicious smirk then tugged at his lips, clearly not reaching his eyes that were filled with extreme hatred for his son. "So you think you're one either? Kim Taehyung?" He grinned maniacally, leaning forward with his elbows pressed against the table. "You're my son, you can't deny that. You've my blood running in your veins. The successor of my empire. You can't change that." His expression had then faltered immidiately to a grim look, eyes dead as ever, as he whispered, "No matter what you do, you'll always be known by my name."
"So give in, boy. Unless you want to face the consequences. Follow my orders and do as I say."
"No. . ." Taehyung whispered, eyes softening for a split second as tears burned within his delinquent orbs. However, the saddening look had then immidiately faltered to a menacing glare, burning with immense hatred that had built up in his heart for years. "Fuck it. I'm not marrying her and that's final."
He then lifted himself from his seat abruptly, pivoting on his heels and heading for the door. As he couldn't stand a single second being with his father. Yet, his booming voice had him haulting in his tracks, gritting his teeth harshly and clenching his fists in utter exasperation, as he closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath,
"It doesn't end with you, Taehyung. It ends with me. And when I say that you'll marry her, you will. And that's it. Nothing you say is accepted." His father stood as well, now equally infuriated as the male who simply scoffed, mumbling profanities under his breath as he walked away, exiting his office.
"Piece of shit." Dohyeon cursed under his breath, clenching his jaw in pure fury, that the veins in his neck became prominent. He then grabbed his phone harshly from the desk hastily dialed a number, pressing the device to his ear, chest heaving vigorously.
"Yes sir?" A voice answered right after receiving the call. Dohyeon glanced at the door for a brief moment before averting his gaze. "Rin, tell me who's the closest to Kim Taehyung at the moment."
"At the moment? Technically it's his son, but if we take his past activities into account, his assistant, Jeon Jeongguk's been the most connected with him." The voice answered, "I believe he's become the closest friend of Kim Taehyung."
"Jeon Jeongguk, huh?" His lips then twitched upwards into a vicious smirk, flashing his crooked yellow teeth. "Good job. Send me the details. Let's get to know him a little more."