So Sweet, So Cold

Chapter 26

The sound of muffled sobbing is filling the cornered room on the second floor of the huge Mansion. Clutching the pillow tight Taehyung bawled in sorrow. The sounds were muffled from the pillow as he wiped all he wanted. None will come up here to comfort him. None will listen to him. He has to be empty and in pain alone.

He couldn't even point out his reasons for crying to anyone. At this point, the thought along sounds so foreign and ridiculous. Taehyung should have known better. The hope of coming out. Being a proud person as he is and not a disappointment to his parents won't last long. Still, he hoped selfishly that he could be happy, he could stop pretending.

But- he learned, somethings just suits in fantasies and some dreams are meant to get crashed or at least his one.

*Flashback*

As Taehyung entered the house he was greeted with the view of his parents in the living room, Sitting straight. His mom sipped on a cup of tea elegantly and a card in his dad's hand.

"Good evening, Son. What a nice time you entered the house!" And Taehyung catches the mockery behind it when his Dad eyed the wall clock. It's 11:30 at night.

"Leave that. Good thing you came right in time. Your mom and I were just discussing your marriage." And Taehyung's heart skips a beat.

"My- My what?"

"Your marriage. Your marriage with Lisa Manoban. Daughter of Lee Manoban. the CEO of Manabon groups" His mother said placing the cup on the tea table in front of her.

And Taehyung felt his world crashing down slowly. He saw black, pitch dark black, consuming his senses. He stumbled.

"Why?" He found himself asking. Mind dazed, he isn't even sure what's getting out from his mouth. Just what he feels is facing a sudden emptiness and bitterness that comes when your dreams get crushed down in front of you in pieces. Heart clenches in agony cause your hope gets broken.

"What why? This was predictable, wasn't it? You were given enough chances to choose someone you like from the blind dates we selected for you. But you rejected them all! What did u expect we could do other than this?" Mr Kim scoffed getting up from his seat.

"Start preparing for your marriage. You are settling with Lisa. It's your engagement in a week. Give me the list of your friends you wanna send an invitation to." His dad continued.

Mr Kim and Mrs Kim headed for their bedroom finishing their speech but stopped midway when Taehyung spoke up,

"But what if I don't want this marriage?"

Taehyung didn't know what took over him. He never talked back to his parents. Always listened to what he is told, did what they wanted to. Never questioned even if he didn't like it, even it felt like ripping off his soul. But today- he felt brave enough to ask.

But all his courage succumbed when his father glared at him, spatting, "I am not giving you a choice. The company is going through several losses. We need support from another company. We need collaboration but it's not possible now without funding. And getting you married to their daughter, we can achieve this goal with a relationship. So you have to do it for the company. Don't disappoint us, Tae. Don't back down when your parents need you." With that, they left him there.

And again... This is all it took to make Taehyung's mouth zipped. The arrow of words making a hole in his heart. The weight of the expectations settled heavily on his chest.

He was chained with expectations, pleasing them. But as always he was used as a business purpose more than a son. He smiled bitterly, a teardrop fell from his eyes, rolling down on his cheeks.

*Flashback finished*

Taehyung exhaled and inhaled with a shaky breath. Why it's so hard to breathe? He feels his lungs burning. Why does he feel drowned with responsibilities, guilt and his wants? Taehyung wished his situation wasn't like this. He wanted to be happy. Did he ask for too much? He wanted to make his parents proud of him. He wanted to be open with his sexuality and not guilty, not pretentious. Is it too much to want?

Why his Eomma, Appa can't see he is hurting? Why? Isn't he their son? Shouldn't they do what can make him happy? But why it's always the opposite? Why do they never try to understand him?

And Taehyung cried and cried. He should be tired of his misery by now. But he wasn't. It's always him hurting. Silently. Now he can't even scream, it comes silently. He can't find his voice cause it's silent. So he let himself drown in his world.

Wishing.

Hoping.

Hoping.

Hope is all he had.

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On the other side somewhere in Seoul-

A long puff of white smoke exhaled from a pair of full lips painted in red lipstick. Bringing the cigar close to her mouth she again took a puff. Long nails polished in red tapped on the handle of the armchair she is sitting on.
With the rhythm of jazz music playing in the background, she moved her rest chair back and forth.

Eyes closed, Kim Mina hummed with the music. Isn't it relaxing? Spending some time with yourself, doing what you like? Well, it is very much relaxing for her at least. For some moments she doesn't have to worry about a thing and relax in luxury. Sweet, sweet luxury.

But Alas, her sweet moment got interrupted by the loud ringing of her cellphone. Opening her eyes, she checked the caller ID before answering it.

"What's the news?" Bringing the cell phone near her ear she asked whoever was on the other line.

"He was seen with this guy several times, Mam. I have sent some photos of them and his details to your WhatsApp."

Cutting the call, Mina checked the file and photos and she found several photos of Jin and Jungkook talking, laughing together. In one Jungkook wiping Seokjin's mouth in a restaurant. In one they eat lunch in cafeteria and Seokjin starting at Jungkook and so on. But- a smirk made place on the corner of her lips when she found what she needed.

Bingo!

It was a photo of Seokjin and Jungkook kissing.

Eyes fixed on the photo, Mina opened the biography file where there is every detail of Jungkook is written with an attached photo of his.

"Jeon Jungkook."

She whispered with a deep chuckle.

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