(Completed) Mr. Kim

Eighty

Taehyung's Pov

Mrs. Wang sat in front of me, a weird expression adorning her face. Jimin sat next to me, his arms around my waist. Although we're not on speaking terms, we both silently agreed on what we though about the woman in front of us.

We absolutely did not trust her. She held a professional smile, her hands folded in her lap. She gave us a curt nod, as if telling us to speak.

I frowned, but decided to talk anyway.
"So, Mrs. Yang, you're married yes?" Her eyebrows raised, but she nodded.

"My wife works as a doctor in a nearby hospital." I felt my teeth grit, almost giving away my distaste.

I'm no stranger to doing dirty work, and this woman in front of me was trying to play the pity card. She obviously doesn't trust us either.

"You said that you knew secrets about me, what were those secrets?" I tilted my head, daring her to question why I asked.

"They were about your grandfather......" her gaze turned to Jimin, and I glared at her.
"Why are you staring at him? Aren't they my secrets?"

She looks back towards me. "They were about you grandfather killing your parents, putting you in a wheelchair, you working for him, etc."

Jimin didn't look at me but I felt his arm stiffen around my waist. "Well were you withholding that you're working for my grandfather to possibly blackmail me into helping you? Did he send you?"

She shook her head. "I didn't know or trust you so yes that was the plan at first. I do work for your grandfather, but he didn't send me. I came on my own."

"Why is that Mrs. Yang?"
She hesitated, a nervous look in her eye. "Your grandfather plans on killing Jungkook, and Jimin." My expression turns one from shock, to anger.

"Why? Is that how you know that Jungkook's alive?" Mrs. Yang nodded with a sigh. "I came to you because he's been watching Jungkook, and I don't want to stand by and watch my brother get killed. I know that you don't want yours killed either."

I wanted to stand up, but my legs don't fucking work so I rubbed my face. "He broke his deal." I said, furry being seen in my eyes.

"Yeah, but you broke yours." I stared at her, and she stared back. "How do you know about that?" I asked with a racing heart.

"Everyone knows you as a traitor Taehyung. They're not coming after you only because your grandfather said not to, and that he already punished you by taking away your ability to walk."

My fists grew white from how much force it took me not to punch something. Jimin dug his head into my shoulder.

"I'm so sorry Taehyung,"
he whispered to me.

I wanted to cry.
I hated him. I hated Kim Jongwoo.

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Lynn~~