Vengeance Is Mine | Kim Taehyung x Reader

chapter 4 .sorry?

I went into my room just as Jin instructed. It wasn't too big or too small — just perfect. Light blue walls, a small couch, a chair with a table to work on, and a queen-sized bed. My clothes were already arranged, my laptop sat on the desk, and my favorite plushie waited on the bed. Of course, my brother thought of everything.

My heart nearly exploded when I saw Ian earlier, standing among those new people. I hadn't expected him to be here. Relief washed over me. I jumped into the shower, scrubbing away the chaos of the day while replaying every face in that living room.

After, I slipped into my night suit — I've never been a fan of shorts. My hair was still damp, but I didn't want to keep everyone waiting.

Downstairs, RM, J-Hope, and Jimin sat talking with Ian.

"Hey, Olivia!" Jimin called out as I joined them.

"Just five minutes, Olivia, dinner will be ready!" Jin shouted from the kitchen. I raised my thumb in response.

Soon, V and Jungkook came in, phones glued to their hands. They didn't even glance our way.

"So you're from Manhattan?" J-Hope asked. I nodded.
"And you work for the UN?" Jimin pressed. Another nod.

"We're seven. We work for the UN too — but independently," RM explained.

"Yeah, I picked that up," I said casually.

Jungkook finally spoke, his tone cold. "I don't understand why they keep sending additions. We don't need newbies."

"Desperate recommendations, maybe," Taehyung added sarcastically.

That was it. Anger surged through me. In a blink, I leaned forward, gun drawn and pressed against Jungkook's head. The room gasped.

"Watch that sweet mouth of yours before I lose my patience," I whispered dangerously.

The tension snapped when a soft hand gripped my shoulder. Ian. His presence steadied me. I lowered the gun.

"They don't know," I muttered under my breath. "They don't know why I'm here."

"Isn't she the one who saved your asses today?" RM cut in, voice sharp. "Show some respect instead of mouthing off."

"Apologize." His tone left no room for argument.

The two brats hesitated, gulped, then muttered a reluctant, "Sorry."

Jin's voice broke the silence. "Dinner's ready!"

We gathered at the table. I sat between Ian and Jimin. Habit made me hold Ian's hand, then Jimin's too before realizing what I'd done.

"Sorry," I murmured, pulling back, embarrassed.

Ian squeezed my hand reassuringly. To my surprise, Jimin reached out again, gently taking my free hand. He smiled warmly, closed his eyes, and bowed his head. My heart softened. I followed, silently saying our prayer.

When I opened my eyes, Jimin said lightly, "Guess now you can eat."

Dinner was delicious, Jin's cooking easing the tension. "It's great, Jin," Ian said, and I added, "Yeah, you've got nothing to worry about." Jin exhaled in relief, shoulders dropping.

Later, as I ate slowly, J-Hope noticed my separated pile of vegetables.
"You don't eat beetroot? Or capsicum... or tomato?"
I bit my lip.
"Picky eater, huh?" Jimin teased, resting his chin in his palm.
"You could say that," I muttered.

"How old are you?" J-Hope asked.
"Twenty-three."
"Same as Jungkook!" Jimin exclaimed.

My hands clenched. "Don't mention that guy," I snapped.

"Easy, Bun," Jin said with a chuckle as he passed. "You're cute when you're angry."

After finishing, I carried my dish to the sink. I hate washing dishes, but I wasn't going to give anyone a reason to gossip. I scrubbed clumsily.

"Look, can't even clean a plate properly," a deep voice murmured behind me. Taehyung.

"Did I ask for your opinion?" I shot back.

"Move," he whispered near my ear. His presence startled me, but I held my ground.
"This is my job. Give me the plate."

Fine. I shoved the dish at him. But I'm not the type to walk away silently. My knee connected with his leg before I left the kitchen. His muffled groan was satisfaction enough.

Later that night, I stepped outside to check my car. My Porsche gleamed under the moonlight. Ian had it customized — bulletproof, tech-enhanced, a machine built for survival. I crouched, checking the wheels, running my hand over the hood.

A tap on my shoulder made me tense, but it was Ian, holding ice cream. "Brought you something."

We sat on the hood, leaning against the windshield, passing the spoon back and forth.

"How's the first meet?" he asked.
"Good... but the boys have no chill," I admitted.
He laughed. "Don't let them get to you. You know why you're here. You don't owe anyone an explanation."

I nodded, leaning into him. "But Ian, you're not supposed to be here. You're not going on missions..."
"I know," he said softly. "I'm the guy in the chair now."

My eyes widened. "You're serious?"
He kissed my forehead. "Yeah, Olivia. From now on."

I hugged him tight. He was my weakness, my anchor.

"You'll do fine tomorrow," he whispered, cupping my cheeks. "Don't worry about the future. Live for now."

I smiled faintly. "I'm not scared."
"Oh yeah?" he teased, tickling me until laughter filled the night.

I fell asleep in his arms under the stars. Ian carried me back inside, tucked me into bed, and whispered, "No matter how strong you become, you'll always be my little sister."

From the shadows, Taehyung watched Ian carry me upstairs. Something twisted inside his chest, his fists clenching unconsciously.

Moonlight bathed the mansion, everyone tucked away in silence, unaware of the storm tomorrow might bring.