Author's Note:
OH MY ABSOLUTE GOODNESS, MY FLOWERS! 🚨 Rule number one of the high-society underworld: Never, ever underestimate the protective wrath of Kim Taehyung! 💅🔥 Our sassy king just single-handedly dismantled an international espionage trap right inside his own garden asset!
The absolute genius of using the street-food memory as a loyalty test?! Top completely exposed his own identity by failing the Jimin test! Drop your most frantic, cheering comments below-because the fake bitch is officially knocked out cold, and TaeTae is about to interrogate the absolute hell out of him! 🌸✨
The False Confession
TaeTae's POV
As I was smoothly navigating around the luxury kitchen assets, meticulously monitoring the progress of the steaming pork dumplings, a sudden thought crossed my mind. Oh, shocks... I completely forgot to ask Top what specific high-end beverage his biology likes to drink. I calculated inside my head that it would be perfectly fine to abandon the steaming Siomai rack for just a brief microsecond to sprint back outside and inquire about his drink preferences.
But the exact moment my designer heels crossed the threshold of the back patio, heading toward the perimeter of the Koi pond... a sequence of muffled, highly secretive words drifted through the morning air. As I quietly crept closer to his tall frame, using the green ivy vines of the 10-foot fence as a physical shield, my ears captured a sentence that felt monstrously suspicious and dark.
"Boss... what exactly should I execute next to this Taehyung asset?" Top whispered deeply into his encrypted burner phone, his tatted body shifting as he spoke to his hidden superior.
Every single drop of blood inside my veins instantly turned into boiling lava. My jaw dropped completely-I was utterly incapable of processing the reality that my beautiful body was actively being deceived by this snake! The absolute audacity of this man to step inside my family estate, wear a gorgeous model-tier face, and manipulate my emotions by acting as if he were strictly my loyal childhood best friend! 🤬🐍💥
Refusing to let my emotional state trigger a reckless commotion, I immediately executed a silent retreat back into the kitchen corridor before his radar could notice my presence. If this fake bitch wanted to play a high-stakes corporate game with my man and my family... I was going to give him an absolute taste of a sassy king's revenge.
Moving with heat-driven speed, I bypassed the kitchen and sprinted upstairs straight into my biological mother's grand master suite. I frantically searched her luxury vanity drawers, looking exclusively for the heavy-duty prescription sleeping pills she kept on hand due to her occasional corporate difficulties with insomnia. Within seconds, my fingers locked onto a massive, full-strength blister pack.
It consisted of exactly 12 highly potent chemical tablets.
The Chemical Cocktail
I slipped the contraband into my pocket, rapidly heading back down to the kitchen assets. The timing was completely, genetically perfect-the Pork Siomai had officially finalized its 15-minute steaming cycle and was looking incredibly plump and ready to be served.
Acting smoothly, I retrieved a pitcher of fresh, vibrant Mango Juice from the luxury refrigerator. Before executing the trap, I carefully poured my own safe portion into a separate crystal glass, keeping my asset entirely clean. Once my glass was safe, I aggressively popped all 12 chemical tablets out of the foil, thoroughly crushing the pills into a fine powder and dissolving them directly into Top's large glass of mango juice. I stirred the golden liquid vigorously, verifying the texture under the light to make absolutely certain the chemicals didn't alter its vibrant color or smell. And yes, bitch... the visual look was completely flawless. 🍹🔮💅
Holding the tray with absolute elegance, I walked back out into the sunlit garden grounds where the traitor was waiting. From afar, I could already see his large frame standing near the water, pretending to peacefully watch the fishes.
"I am so incredibly sorry I made your presence wait for so long, Top!" I cheered out with a blindingly fake, high-pitched voice, flashing him a boxy grin as I set the tray across the marble garden table. "I personally prepared a massive load of snacks for your body! This was our ultimate, number-one favorite comfort food back before when the two of us were still together inside our academy days, remember?"
I possessed the absolute, real-time knowledge that this man was a fraudulent bitch, but I watched with immense amusement as he continuously tried to act as if he were the genuine Top, confidently replying to my trap as if his memories actually knew the details of the past.
"Yeah! Of course my mind still remembers that timeline, Tae," the fake bitch chuckled deeply, flashing his model-tier smile as he reached for a fork. "We used to consume these exact dumplings inside our shared school dorm room right?"
Tskkk... you are completely, utterly wrong, you absolute lying bitch. 🤫❌
My internal monologue was literally screaming with laughter. The real Top and my beautiful body used to aggressively consume cheap street-side Siomai together on the literal dirt roads alongside our soulmate Jimin! Furthermore, the real Top had suddenly vanished from our academy borders back then, leaving the country completely, and I didn't even possess the slightest knowledge of what the fuck happened to his whereabouts or where he ran off to!
"Oh! Your lips actually still remember it? Hahaha!" I let out a damn, totally dramatic fake laugh, slapping my knee to sell the performance to this fake bitch. "Yes! We used to consume it with this incredibly rich, extra-spicy chili sauce, then pair the heat perfectly with a glass of this ice-cold Mango Juice! It was the single most perfect culinary combo back in the day, hahaha!"
Countdown to Destitution
To ensure the success of my extraction plan, I personally selected the pieces of Siomai for him, making absolutely certain to heavily drench the meat in a catastrophic, tongue-burning layer of secret spicy chili sauce. My logical mind calculated that the explosive heat would leave his biology with absolutely no choice but to desperately chug the beverage to save his throat.
And oh my gosh, yes, bitch! My calculations were not wrong!
The exact microsecond his lips finished consuming the fifth hyper-spicy dumpling, his face turned a bright shade of crimson, and he frantically grabbed the contaminated glass of Mango Juice, gulping the entire liquid down his throat in a matter of seconds. 🥵🍹🔥
I leaned back against my iron chair, crossing my legs elegantly as a dark, victorious smirk slowly spread across my flawless face. I began counting down the seconds in a low whisper.
"Your operational status is officially done now, bitch... in 3... 2... 1..." 🔊📉
THUD!! 💥
Right on the final count, the powerful, chemical sedation slammed into his brain like a freight train. The fake bitch's eyes instantly rolled back into his skull, and his heavy, muscular head dropped completely forward, slamming hard against the surface of the garden table, knocked out stone cold.
I let out a heavy, dramatic sigh, standing up to look down at his paralyzed frame. "Haist... what an absolute, total waste of a gorgeous face."
I had to honestly admit to my inner thoughts-the man's physical proportions were honestly kinda hot, and his tanned, muscular aesthetic was highly my specific visual type. I let out a defeated shrug, poking his massive, useless arm with the tip of my designer shoe.
"Sigh... he really possessed a big load of potential, but he went down like a complete amateur." 💅😏🤷♂️
To be continued...
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