The Etheral Cursed | MYG 🔞 ✅ (Completed) also (Ongoing Editing)

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RUEL'S ARRIVAL

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"Come in, where is he?" he asks the young man named Sizo who came in the door pushing a small cart.

"Sir, this is your tea. How are you feeling?" he asked, setting the food in front of him and offering him the tea medicine.

"This tea tastes like bitter, fucking medicine. What did you put in it? I feel sick and not good."

"This tea medicine is prescribed by Doctor Ashton, who says you should take it daily and it will help your condition if you mix it with your tea."

"Tsk. Well, when will he arrive?"

"Mr. Seo, his former secretary, is reportedly en route to the airport to retrieve him, Sir,"

He spoke sternly, "Make sure he heads straight home and does not go to some club again. I need to talk to him, it is urgent."

"Very well, sir. I will let Mr. Seo know. I will now give you some alone time to finish your tea and I will be back later."

"Excuse me, sir," he bowed.

He nods to him and keeps staring at the view of the blue sky and ocean in front of him until he is no longer visible. He must speak with his son immediately. He knows he doesn't have much time left. He needs to hand the company to him.

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Without glancing at him, he stated bluntly, "I want to go to the Midnights Club, take me there, Seo."

Mr. Seo said, "I am afraid I cannot do that because your father needs to talk to you about something. He is expecting you to come back home."

"He is capable of waiting."

"But sir," he began, but stopped himself when he gave him a deadly glare. His eyes narrowed and turned a bloody red. Taking a deep breath, he said, "W-well, let me tell your father first...I will call him and said you will pass by to the Midnights Club."

He closed his eyes and correctly leaned back in his seat, saying, "That is what I thought so... I look forward for a good news after your call with him."

Mr. Seo gives his father a call, and they converse for a short while. On the other end of the phone, he can hear his father's annoyed tone. Just thinking of it made him laugh. He heard the end of the call. His arms were folded across his chest as he shifted into his seat. With his eyes still closed, he asks, "What did he say?"

"All right, sir. He said you can leave, but please get home by 9 p.m.; he has to talk to you about something urgently."

Rather than responding verbally, he motioned for him to accelerate and switch on the music in the vehicle. The drive to the Midnights Club is surprisingly quick, and the road was clear. Mr. Seo gives him a quick shake of the shoulder upon their arrival to rouse him from his little snooze. "Sir Taehyung, do you want me to come in with you?"

He became stern and shut the car door with a heavy thud, saying, "No, pick me up before 9 p.m., I need to go." "However, your father stated, sir that it would be-

With a frustrated click of his tongue, he makes a hand gesture for him to stop talking. "Oh, I have changed my mind. Send me my beloved Red Harley, and we can end this conversation now."

Without engaging in debate, Mr. Seo expressed his hope that he would keep his word and arrive at the scheduled time. Without replying, he entered the room, gave one of the bouncers his leather jacket, and said, "If you say so, sir, have fun."

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"Tae, how was your time abroad?"

Tae is seated on a bar stool and leaning against the counter. He is staring out at the crowd of people, watching the hybrids dance on the stage to the beat of loud music. Before responding to his question, he sighs and takes a sip of his whiskey. "Jimin, do not act like you have not been there. Since we are here, should I call you Tyrell?"

"I see you have not changed at all."

With a sarcastic question, "Should I change, huh? Tell me." Jimin shook his head to the side, grinning, causing his eyes to narrow. "No, I prefer the Tae I am speaking with at the moment." Before posing another question to him, Jimin cleared his throat. "Tae, it seems that your father is not feeling well. There are rumors that he may give you the company. What are your plans? It is obvious that you do not want it." Tae turned away from him. " I don't know, but do I have a choice?" Jimin can hear the sad tone in his voice.

He grew up with Tae and has known him since they were seven years old. He is also aware of his poor relationship with his father. His phone is ringing, but he chooses to ignore it.

"Hey, Tae, there is a call on your phone."

"I know," he said with a scowl, "but why do not you respond? It might be important."

He groaned and reached for his phone, pressing the green button. "What is up, Seo? I have an hour left before nine. Are you serious? Stop. I am on my way. Hold on."

Jimin witnessed Tae grow uncomfortable and dreadfully leave the club as soon as the call ended. As the boy abruptly said goodbye, leaving him stunned, he missed his opportunity to inquire as to what was going on. He just hopes it turns out okay. Even though he does not acknowledge it or express it, he is aware of how difficult and lonely his life has been. He still shows his dad affection, albeit in a different way.

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He hurried to the door and saw the elderly man, who was lying in bed with oxygen supporting him. He could not bear to let him go, but he could not bear to call him father. "Seo, what happened?"

"He experienced a mental collapse."

"Where's Michi?"

"He is at his friend's place."

Chul, his father's secretary, handed him a white envelope, grabbing his attention. "What's this?"

"That is the letter he wrote; read it to see what is written there." He glances at his unconscious father. Chul motioned for him to read the letter inside the envelope. His eyes widen. "I do not want to handle it, you know that."

"You understand that Michi is still too young to run a business, your father wants you to take over and run it."

"Then, instead of pressuring me, wait until Michi is the appropriate age."

"You know it is your duty, Taehyung, and I am not forcing you to do it."

"Bullshit"

"You need to go to the Enterprises deal meeting this week for the partnership and deal ship with the weapons for the coast if your father does not regain consciousness anytime soon."

"I hate, I hate, this family."

He slammed the door in their faces and tramped on his feet. He growled in annoyance. A family staff member stops him and takes his helmet as he is heading to the garage to hump on his motor. From his actions, he hisses. "You cannot leave, sir. Where are you going?"

"I am not kidding—give that to me and get the fuck out, or I will tear you apart."

Fearing that he would run him over with his motorcycle, the man steps backward out of the way and hands him his helmet slowly, his body trembling with anxiety.

He starts his engine. He has no idea where he is going. He does, however, know that he must leave this location. It's suffocating him.

I have to leave this place, he whispered to himself.

I need to get out of here

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