What happens when your step dad is a sexy hot young man. Explore in this short story.
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Taehyung's POV A
s we pulled up to my office, the city lights glistened like a tapestry of stars. Up on the upper corridor balcony, an unexpected scene unfolded before my eyes—Lina, entangled with her co-workers in an intimate embrace. A sense of disapproval washed over me, and I couldn't help but mutter under my breath, "What a tangled web we weave, slut..."
Beside me, Ira's expression mirrored my own surprise, but beneath her facade, there was a trace of familiarity with this situation. After all, her so-called mother had just tied the knot, leaving us both dumbfounded in the midst of this unexpected revelation.
Ira's POV
Amidst the dimly lit room, a scene unfolded before me that sent shivers down my spine. My mother, was entangled with yet another man. Making out amidst the middle if the corridor. Without a care. My heart raced, and I couldn't help but turn to Taehyung, my step father and the man who is engaged to my mother. Who is married to her. His expression remained eerily impassive, an enigmatic facade that added to my confusion.
"H- Why?" I whispered, my voice trembling. "How can you be so calm, Taehyung?"
Taehyung's face drew closer to mine, his eyes holding a secret only he knew. "Didn't you notice the sounds last night?" His words hung in the air, and it suddenly dawned on me: Taehyung had been with me, shielding me from a tempestuous storm that would have erupted had my mother discovered our clandestine rendezvous.
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aehyung's POV
Her expression shifted to one of profound shock when my words hung in the air. "Ira," I began softly.
"W-what..." she stammered, her voice trembling.
I couldn't leave her in the corridor, not in that vulnerable state. So, I gently ushered her into my office, closing the door behind us. There, in the muted light, I noticed tears glistening in her eyes.
