fire & ice | taegyu

14| surprise this is my fiance!

song: drama –tomorrow by together

14| surprise this is my fiance!

"what am i supposed to do?" sunghoon clicked his shoes against the hardwood tiles. 

"surprised you are ready without me asking," taehyun's eyes widened by a fraction before his usual neutral look returned. 

sunghoon was decked in taehyun's hoodie and black jeans, a mask covering his face with his black hair falling over his eyes. 

"better damn work against those fuckers outside. i can't believe i sprayed temporary black hair dye on my fresh silver hair for you," sunghoon grumbled under his breath. 

taehyun's lips twitched slightly. the arrangement they had wasn't unusual. taehyun was not supposed to have a family. jungkook was strictly against hiring anyone with any weakness. 

jungkook was smart and trained to pick out lies but taehyun? he was born to do that. his parents didn't let him play with legos or run around aloof, he was trained to be deceptive and manipulative. moreover, taehyun was naturally intelligent and intuitive. honing such skills and polishing his talents since before he could walk truly made him the best faker. he was the wild card, made people believe what they saw was real. but taehyun knows better, he was far superior in that aspect, he only reveals what he wants them to see. 

"i just need five minutes. they are sure to catch on because our heights are distinctly different. just–" 

 sunghoon interjected, rolling his eyes, "stall them as much as possible? i've done this way too many times taehyun." 

taehyun smirked, "i'll be back soon." 

"oh i know," sunghoon chuckled. 

sunghoon walked out the front food while taehyun slipped out through the back, quickly revving his precious ducati into the sunset. 

taehyun sighed, he always hated visiting dae-hyun. don't get him wrong, it's not because of dae-hyun, it because he lived in the most obscenely wealthy apartment building in gangnam. apartment? 

pfft, each 'apartment' is a fucking penthouse suite by itself. 

taehyun parked his bike down the street. 

avoid this left. 

look down. 

lower my cap. 

turn 90 at this right turn. 

he knew the cameras by the back of his palm. now, he was not taking his chances to be caught on tape anywhere than he's supposed to be. it warrants unnecessary questions and jungkook potentially firing him on the spot. he also had choi enterprise's choi sehun on his tail, there was absolutely zero room for error. 

taehyun's i-messages 

park sunghoon

you have exactly a minute 

before the cameras outside his door switches back on. 

thank me later. 

you set a tracker on me? 

you can crush it under your feet if you'd like. 

gangnam heights sure is a sexy place. 

oh shut up.

read. 

"hyung!" taehyun flinched as his brother engulfed him in a bone-crushing hug. 

"fucking hell dae," taehyun's curse muffled under his brother's sweater. 

"he might be coming anytime soon and i want you to hide for awhile." 

taehyun's eyes scanned his brother, noting dae-hyun's palms were clamming up and he was rocking back and forth. "yah why are you so nervous?" 

a small smile erupted on his face, "i– i don't know hyung. he's so nice and pictures don't do him justice because he looks fucking ethereal and i really like him." 

pictures? 

taehyun rolled his eyes, "did they set you up?" 

dae-hyun bit his lip, "appa said it'd be good if i married him and i met him for the first time a week ago. he didn't seem to be interested but i know it takes time to like someone and i can wait for him to come around." 

taehyun flicked his brother's forehead, "it takes both people to get a relationship to work. marriage? you need to be so damn sure he's the one for you dae. what if he never comes around?" 

daehyun sighed, "i know but i'm willing to risk it. he's so damn kind and polite. i'd rather marry him than any of the other assholes appa had introduced me to." 

"what's his name?" taehyun asked knowing that discouraging daehyun will take him nowhere. 

"he's really famous. i think you would know him. but you live under rock so, i can't really judge. anyways his name is–" 

ding. 

"he must be here. wait for me here hyung. i'll introduce him to you soon!" dae-hyun smiled before rushing towards the door. 

taehyun shook his head, his brother was so obviously infatuated with whoever the man is. 

typical dae.

he took the time to walk around dae-hyun's room, flipping through the stack of paper that was on his desk. 

i'm surprised at the numbers though, there's a foreboding steady plateau. no wonder he wants dae-hyun to get married. 

his eyes fall on the picture that falls out. both him and daehyun were fourteen at that time, standing in matching black suits with a bowtie, staring into the camera, standing rigidly on each side of their father. they weren't allowed to smile, their father hates it when they do. their father was sitting on the chair, his face stoic, and his wife was standing next to him in an elegant baby blue dress. 

taehyun remembered that day so clearly, it was the day it made him realise how heartless his father was. it was the day he took matters into his own hands and left. 

i don't wanna– 

"hyung! i've been calling you for so long. come on outside– oh," daehyun's voice trailed off as his eyes fell on the picture taehyun was holding. 

"why– why did you keep this?" taehyun mumbled, his fingers trembling slightly. 

"pictures without you had no meaning hyung. you're my family too," daehyun whispered. 

"quit the sap," taehyun countered, but the small smile on his face gave him away. 

daehyun dragged, quite forcefully, taehyun out to the living area. 

he walked behind daehyun who was blocking his view of the latter's fiance. all he could see were his stretched out legs from the couch. 

taehyun slowly stepped aside and his breath hitched. 

"hyung, meet my brother kang taehyun. tae, this is my fiance–" 

"choi beomgyu," taehyun finished, exhaling the breath he was unconsciously holding onto.  

well fuck.

is the new cover good?

–L