So Sweet, So Cold

Chapter 39

"Oh my God. Mr Kim.... Mr Kim Namjoon right???? Of course, it's you!" Hoseok exclaimed loud and clear. Too loud to be exact which caught the attention of many more people along with the mentioned male.

Turning back, Namjoon cleared his throat, glancing around before he extended his hand to the exciting ball of fluff, blazing his view with his shiny smile, gesturing for a handshake which the other happily took but didn't feel the necessity to retreat his hands away.

"Yes. It's nice to meet you, Mr Jung."

And Hoseok's, eyes almost popped out of their socket, " You- You know my name?"

Namjoon smiled politely while freeing his hands gently from the latter's death grasp, "Of course, I would know. You are one of the best trainees in our company. It would be insulting if I don't recognise a person with this much talent as you hold."

And Hoseok blushed into a deep shade of pink, feeling warm all over. He coughed, trying to clear out his voice.
"Ahahaha... You sure know how to flatter one, Namjoon-shi."

Namjoon smiled at that. "Of course, I do. "

Hoseok was about to tell something again but got interrupted when a voice called him from behind. "Hob-ah!"

And it was none other than Yoongi. Seeing the other Namjoon's smile fell. So did the Yoongi's but they said nothing. Only nodding at each other to maintain the formality of greeting as Yoongi stood beside his best friend.
"Have you seen Taehyung or Jungkookie around?"

Hoseok just shook his head in negative, "Why? Is there any problem?"

In response, Yoongi just looked around trying to detect the two mentioned figures in the crowd. Though he can feel a pair of eyes boring holes into his beside. "It's been a while since they are gone. I wonder where they are."

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"Kim TAEHYUNG!"

Mr Kim screamed entering the small dimmed room. After searching a lot, somehow he was reminded of the laundry room on the upper floor where Taehyung used to hide at his younger age. Seeing the male entering the room with a stoic expression both Jungkook and Taehyung stood up from their places.

"What- What are you doing here? And what's all that mess??" Mr Kim asked eying his son up and down in confusion.

Taehyung looked all messed up with his hair falling in front of his eyes, cheeks tear-stained that he didn't bother to wipe on. His perfectly ironed cloth crumpled a bit around the collar and waste line. He looked like he had run a marathon but failed miserably. The devastation of his insides was now prominent in his appearance too but his eyes- this time they didn't hold fear, the judgments, the criticism, the anxiety of disappointment. He was determined. He tried to be. He wanted to be. Maybe it's all too late... But it's never to let to come out from a lie. It's never too late to get out of the closet.

Sweaty Palm clenched into a fist, Taehyung took a deep breath, looking at his best friend beside him briefly for a second before turning to his father, "Dad- Dad... I don't want this engagement or this marriage." He spoke inhaling a shaky breath.

"What?" His father sighed, clicking his tongue in annoyance, " I thought we had this conversation before, Taehyung? And for the last time, it's not about what you want. This is something we need to do. You have 5 minutes to be presentable enough and come downstairs so we can start the ceremony," He spoke eyeing his gold hand watch, impatiently.

As he took steps to get out of the room Taehyung's voice made him freeze in spot. "No. I am not getting engaged with Lisa... Nor anyone you want me to set me up with, Dad. "