Till Death Do Us Part ||Taekook||

Chapter #4 The Burn of Human Anger

"I'm sure you're wondering why I invited you to dinner."

I simply nodded.

"I'd like to talk about what happened earlier today."

My mood was ruined in an instant.

"I'd like to speak my opinion on the matter," he added.

It was incredibly tempting to blurt the fact I didn't give fuck about his opinion.

"I think the way you treat your elders is unacceptable. I'd like to avoid a situation where you make a rude remark that might affect my business alliances."

My jaw fell loose. He can't be serious. I was quick to fix my posture, ready to defend myself.

"You did realize the context of the situation, didn't you? My father was about to slap Mrs. Uim. My reaction was solely a retaliation, not a reflection on how I treat others."

My voice came out slightly more passive aggressive then intended. He took a sip of wine before he began speaking again.

"I understand. That being said, retaliating based on your emotions can produce a similar result in other situations. I wouldn't want you to retaliate against anyone that would affect our reputation. Being in business is all about verbally solving problems, never physically."

I knew when he said our reputation he meant solely his. I took a deep breath, a sudden wave of nausea making me lose my appetite. I set my fork down.

"With all due respect Taehyung, you're contradicting yourself."

He raised his eyebrows, sending an unfamiliar wave of nerve through me.

"How so?" he responded.

"You just said solving problems in business should always be done verbally, never physically. Yet due to a small mistake my father was going to slap someone. Isn't that behavior pathetic and childish?"

"I see your point. There's something you should realize, Jungkook."

He rarely mentions my name. It created an incredibly intimidating atmosphere.

"Business is also about social construct. People higher on the pyramid tend to have specialized privileges."

His words shocked me. Was he an idiot because he sounded like one. I let a flustered laugh release from my lips. Mrs. Gwan and Mrs. Uim shot their eyes to me.

"You can't be serious." I spat.

His eyes changed from emotionless to slightly hostile.

"Please clarify." He responded, his voice slightly deeper in tone. I should have probably stopped there. I didn't.

"Let me get this straight. If they have power and money they can cause harm to others? So what? A murderer is only a murderer if their poor and powerless?"

"That's not what I meant." He spat. He began to become irritated. It gave me a weird rush of accomplishment.

"I was trying to communicate that certain levels of discipline should be acceptable. He was attempting to communicate a form of punishment for her mistake. 

He was trying to provide her with the memory of what happens when she makes mistakes, that way she won't make it again. He was helping her grow as an employee."

Any respect or professionalism I had went right out the window. My tongue pressed against my cheek.

"He was helping her? Taehyung your making no fucking sense." I said, my lack of respect for him showing through in every word.

"First you say that I shouldn't solve issues by physically retaliating. Then you proceed to say that what my father did was justified. You hypocritical bastard. Have you no respect for people? Do you think because your ass is overflowing with money you can look down on other people? Your no fucking better then a homeless man on the side of the street, do you hear me? No fucking better."

"Jungkook," he said sternly.

"Watch your mouth." he warned.

"Or what? You'll hit me?" I mocked. Mrs. Gwan and Mrs. Uim's mouth hit the floor.

"Is that what I should do every time you piss me off? Shall I just hit you?" I teased. I heard audible gasps from the butlers and maids in surrounding rooms. His knuckles turned white around the glass of wine in his hand.

 He opened his mouth to respond, the ring of a telephone interrupting him. Mrs. Gwan handed him the phone. With one last unreadable stare he turned away from me, sitting up and taking the call in another room. Holly shit, that just happened.

I glanced around the room. Everyone was staring at me with disapproval. What the fuck? I glanced at Mrs. Uim. She stared into the distance, in complete shock. I heard Taehyung finishing his call.

 The atmosphere in the room was making me feel conflicted. I wasn't hungry anymore. I decided to take myself out of the situation. I sat up leaving the table, swinging the dining room door open a little harder than necessary.

I stormed into my room. No one bothered to come after me. I paced back and forth. At first my thoughts were straight and clear.

 Taehyung was wrong. He was thinking like a fucking dictator. The more I paced the more I thought. 

Their reactions. Everyone's faces, the disapproval. Did they agree with Taehyung? Was I really the one in the wrong. Surely not. I made the argument that hitting people was a horrible thing to do, how could I be the wrong one.

It became obvious I wasn't getting any sleep tonight. I snatched my car keys and wallet off my dresser, leaving my phone behind. It wasn't hard to sneak out of the house. Everyone had plenty to distract their thoughts. 

I drove through the gates, the security asked where I was headed. I answered work. That made no sense since I don't work on weekends but I wasn't technically lying. I was going to the bar to drink this whole night away.

I arrived at the bar at around 11. Luckily most people, including the staff didn't know me since all new people took the shifts on the weekends.

 I dragged my feet to the counter where I sat on an empty bar stool. A female bartender stood in front of me.

"Bacardi." I simply said. She looked at me, raising an eyebrow.

"That's a strong one, want some ice with it?"

I shook my head. She shrugged before making what I asked more. She slid it in front of me.

"Tough night?" she asked. If I didn't know better I just might tell her my whole life story but being a bartender myself I knew this was nothing more than a method of profit.

 I spill my money on her as I rant about how fucked up my life was. I've used this method plenty of times on other people. Knowing her intentions I wave her off. I drank the first one slow, letting myself think.

Was I really the one in the wrong? Am I the one being unreasonable? It was bothering me more than it should.

 I wasn't sure how it happened but before I knew it I was hundreds of dollars in, drinking until my head grew heavy.

 I drank until I couldn't even keep my eyes open enough to actually drink. As hard as my body fought back, eventually, my head dropped on the table like a dead fish, heavy and lifeless.

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