Indo-Korean couple

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Taehyung was done hearing his mom, who kept complimenting him. She was too stuck on your topic of yours. The day he landed there, she just wanted Taehyung to assemble you.

" And you know what, she is mul-". She was about to praise you but he stopped her, getting aggravated," Mom, please, I got it.. She is the best, okay now keep quiet". He replied while Mrs Kim punched him making him scream in pang.

" Mom Are you torturing me for her?". He asked while rubbing his arm where she pinched him. It was getting on his nerves, so he doesn't comprehend why, but he began abhorring you now. " Yes, 'cause she is the best". She mocked, and Taehyung made a facade.

" Am I your son?". he asked, can't eye was doubting if he was her son or her. But somehow he was doubting whether she is saying, is she right?," Fine...don't be jealous ". She chortles.

He pulled off the brakes, and he waited for her to walk out. She did but something made him confused. Why was she heading without taking the bags? The bags, the suttas she brought for your family, gifts and all.

He called for her," Mom". She didn't turn around making him yell again but this time louder," Mom". She stopped and, went to him," What". She asked like she was naive all the time.

" What about bags?". He asked, while raising his eyebrows, " Oh, you are going to carry them...okay..bye". She didn't let him finish. He knew it, he fucking knew it. She did it again. She did it just like she did the previous time to let him meet you.

She lied to him last time, saying she will take him shopping merely but she took him to your bungalow to meet you as well as to introduce him to you. He hates it, she was wasting his time.

He loathes wasting his time. He had to work, he was not present in his corporation but he had to operate of course being the CEO of his father's company was not manageable. After all, he is a workaholic man. He looked at his head in disappointment before throwing his thoughts.

Yes, he have to do it according to his mother, but he was not going to keep up there. He will only return her bags so that he can proceed with his work. He stepped out before fixing his fluffy hair and rolling his shirts.

He unlocked the back door of the car and gingerly started picking up backpacks. They were uncountable that it was difficult for his hefty vein hands to do it alone. He picked up bags one by one, dragged his body back and shut the door with his leg.

He was about to spin but he got bumped by someone so hard that it made him relinquish his balance, and he ended up on the floor but his foot got tangled with that person's tiny feet.
His face was covered with the person's rose-aroma, fluffy and shiny hair.

He squinted open his eyes, and they were covered with fur. He remained the hair strands from his sight and saw someone he didn't want to glimpse, whom he was hating for stealing his mom's attention.  He narrowed his eyes.

You raised your head and unfurled your eyes slowly, and flickered your long eyelashes. Your eyes narrowed, a vertical wrinkle between your eyebrows. Your lips pursed scarcely in a thin layer.

Your heart rebounded a wink, first ever in your life, you fell on someone. And he was driving you crazy, the way he was staring at you. He grimaced into his eyes. His eyes were dark, cupped by fleshy pouches.

He blinked as his eyes adjusted, cold gaze fixed on the anxious young men. You got lost, and you were feeling things you never felt before. Were you falling for him? Yes, You did already. He left you apprehensive from that day.

You eyes locked on like a magnet, you both were lost, and you forgot about the surroundings, and that you were on him

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