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after all it hurts

Maybe Taehyung is sensitive—far more sensitive than a man his age should be. Maybe he takes things too personally, and that makes his judgment clouded, but it hurts.

He’s alone in his room after dinner, and he feels the urge to bury his face in his pillow and cry like he hasn’t in years, until his throat hurts, and his eyes are swollen and red.

It’s been a couple of weeks since things kicked off well at his own company.

Each and every single one of these days, Taehyung has had dinner in the dining room with all of his family, and every day they’ve all discussed their days.

His father knows he’s working now, and obviously, he’s aware of the big risk that starting a company from scratch is.

He was there once, even if things have turned out exceptionally well for him.

Is it too much to ask for his father to show any sort of… interest in him? Is it too much to ask for his father to say, 'Hey, how are things going at work?'

He hasn’t even asked him once; hasn’t made a single comment any time it was brought up by his mother and sister.

Taehyung is aware of the help that his father offered, of course—both his parents invested money in this dream of his, not just his mom.

But to Taehyung, money has little value in comparison to some encouraging words.

He should have expected this, of course—that’s how it’s been for years. That’s how it’s been ever since he failed at getting into SNU.

And now he has his perfect star boy, his smart lawyer boy, his successor.

So why would he care about what Taehyung is doing now?

Taehyung shakes his head, turns around on the bed and reaches for his phone on the bedside table.

It’s late, but he needs a distraction instead of staying up for hours thinking about this. He refuses to let himself cry over this—not even once.