Blue and Grey || Taejin

Chapter 13

Seokjin squirmed in his seat from time to time because a) there was absolutely no padding on the chair so it felt like sitting on cold metal and b) he could not just erase what he had witnessed infront of the suit tailor shop. It was honestly unhealthy how such a negligible incident had Seokjin disturbed and preoccupied. And it was unfair, unfair that Seokjin was feeling territorial over someone who was being paid to simply serve him, and it was highly unsettling for Seokjin.

He wondered if he was the same with Yoongi.

Possessive

Insecure

"So why isn't Seokjung here instead?" Ms. Han finally asked after beating around the bush even since she opened the door to be met with Mrs. Kim and her younger son.

"Oh, you know, Dami, my son is busy preparing for his future. He is quite determined to carry our family legacy," Mrs. Kim ended with an exaggerated laugh as if it was no big deal.

Seokjin was not too bothered with his mother spurting lies because he had heard, and overheard, too much nonsense from his parents in his life. What did catch his attention was Ms. Han's 'instead'. Ofcourse, it was only natural for her to inquire about Seokjung but was the 'instead' really necessary? It made him suspect his mother telling Ms. Han about their disregard towards Seokjin in the family.

"Ah, such an ambitous man." Ms. Han's eyes trailed to Seokjin and flitted towards his hair before settling on his face. She smiled, slowly, coldly.

"And what about you, boy?" Ms. Han's tone was degrading, as if she was looking down at Seokjin.

"I'm in my first year in university. I'm studying to open a business of my own-"

Jeering laughter intervened his words and echoed through the large, empty dining hall. The vein across the side of Seokjin's neck pulsed intensely as he bit his tongue to hold himself back while he witnessed the lady wipe a fake tear.

"Open a business of your own? Boy, are you out of your mind? Being the son of a business tycoon, how can you even think of running your own business? It's all about inheritance," Ms. Han stated as if she was spilling obvious facts. She let out an exaggerated sigh as if Seokjin's ambition was already frustrating her. Her daughter, on the other hand, just had the ghost of an unamiable smile gracig her lips. Daehyun hadn't spoken a word ever since they arrived which did not feel too strange to Seokjin because he doubted if the girl was even genuinely interested in befriending his brother.

"I told you before Dami, my younger son is a little peculiar," Mrs. Kim spoke through a forced smile. "The company will be inherited by Seokjung only."

"Oh?" Ms. Han sounded a little taken back with a tinge of delight. "Seokjung will inherit all of it? Then what about this boy?"

"This boy-," Seokjin started firmly before his mother could and before his rational side could stop him. "-has a name. And I would appreciate it if I am addressed by it."

Seokjin could feel his mother grow stiff beside him.

"Dami-"

"You raised such a gentleman, Yuri," Ms. Han sneered as she leaned forward with her elbows on the table, eyes narrowing at Seokjin.

"I hope Seokjung is not the same, hm? I don't want ill-mannered men around my daughter." This time Ms. Han was glaring at Mrs. Kim as if silently asking her to make Seokjin repent for his attitude.

Ill-mannered?

"Oh no, Dami, my son Seokjung is a fine young man. Very well-mannered and obedient. I assure you that Daehyun will be pleased to be his acquaintance," Mrs. Kim spoke tone almost wavered as she seemed somewhat taken aback but her head remained as high as ever.

"I will take your word for it then," Ms. Han said, or rather warned.

Seokjin's mother smiled tightly, her nails digging into her purse so hard that it made Seokjin discreetly move an inch away from her. He could hear blood roaring in his ears as he tried to swallow down his pride; his wounds were almost healed, so he didn't want to risk another round of whipping.

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"It is a pity that we did not free ourselves from the burden of raising you when we had the chance."

Mrs. Kim's eyes were gleaming dangerously under the city lights that flashed by as the car moved through the busy roads. Her posture was rigid, her gaze was fixed to the window next to her and her hands were gripping onto her expensive dress tightly as if she was trying to make the fabric absorb her bottled up rage.

Seokjin remained silent. His shoulders drooped even further and his hands were clasped together between his knees, his thumbs fidgeting continuously. He tried to drown his mother's words but they just keep infiltrating his mind again and again.

"Aren't you ashamed?!" Mrs. Kim burst out of character, her pitching heightening for a second.

She cleared her throat and gave herself a minute compose herself again before pinning Seokjin with a stony look.

"What sort of audacity drives you to speak in such insolence with your superiors?" She hissed, shaping every word with a sharp edge.

"Was it so hard to address me by my name?" Seokjin spoke lowly. "Do I not deserve the minimum amount of respect?"

"Respect?" Mrs. Kim chuckled darkly.

"You really are naive, Seokjin."

The entire car ride was suffocated with silence after that.

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The weight of the entire day made Seokjin want to just lay down on the stairs and hope the butler would just drag him to his room. Trudging up the steps, Seokjin tried to swallow the tightness in his throat. He was relieved that his father did not get involved into that but still....

How long did he have to endure all that?

Upon reaching his bedroom door, Seokjin bumped his forehead against the wood out of frustration. He pressed his forearm against the door above his head and hit his forehead again. He couldn't even scream without having atleast five maids and the butler fretting over him, and maybe even calling his parents. He bit his bottom lip hard and slammed a fist against the door , and the very next moment, to his utter shock, he found himself falling forwards as the door opened.

Seokjin found himself secured inside a pair of gentle arms, his nose planted against someone's soft cheek. He was pulled inside and the door closed behind him. His hands curled around the fabric of the man's shirt and he pulled back to glare at V who was still holding Seokjin. Seokjin realized that V must had been waiting for an hour now but his mind was tinted red.

V looked at Seokjin inquisitively, confused why Seokjin looked like he wanted to slap him, and before he could unwrap his arms, Seokjin jerked him forward by pulling the front of his shirt aggresively and crashed their lips in a vehement kiss.