Love is not in the equation | Taegyu

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𝐷𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

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"If you can help me and I can learn from you, then... use me all you want, Taehyun. I'll be your puppet... or whatever you want me to be."

Taehyun let out a fond chuckle which then turned into shameless cackles as he replayed the words in his head, startling his family at the dining table.

"Hyung has finally gone mad" Jiwon snickered as he stabbed into a cooked tomato with a fork, a tiny ounce of red juice oozing out of the fruit.

"Hyung, what's wrong?" the youngest of the family, a boy aged 12 with fluffy brown hair and big round eyes asked with curiosity.

"Just thinking about someone" Taehyun smiled.

"Who?" his older sister asked next, long wavy black hair cascading down the side as she leaned down slightly to meet her spoon filled with soup.

"The boy in that painting?" the oldest sibling gestured to the large painting that now hung on the wall of the dining room, "he doesn't look real."

Taehyun looked up at his own masterpiece, a smirk steadily growing on his lips. The monochrome long haired boy that sat pristinely on the wooden chair with a red apple in his hand looked almost angelic, yet behind all that innocence and purity lies the alluring and sinful temptation, nearly hypnotic with a tiny hint of eroticism.

"He's real" Jiwon confirmed in Taehyun's stead, "but unlike that painting, he's just really cute and pretty."

"A friend of yours?" Taehyun's father spoke with a smile, wrinkles forming at the corners of his eyes.

"Friend? Not quite" the silver haired answered.

"Who is this boy? What got you laughing like that?"

Taehyun glanced at his mother who wore a more stern expression on her face.

"What if I say that he's someone special?" He decided to challenge, knowing very well that his mother would get the interpretation.

"Don't be funny. Another boy can't be your special someone, Taehyun" she looked at him with a visible frown, "I hope you aren't like Yeonjun. Mom isn't specifically unsupportive, but it can't be you. Yeonjun can be whatever he wants, because he has other siblings to take over his parents. But in this house, you'll the only one. Your older siblings decided to become doctors, Jiwon wants to be an athlete and the youngest is still too young. We have high hopes for you. In order to take over our company, you need abide by the traditional ways and mindset. Your dad might not care but I do. And I won't allow you to date the same gender. It won't look good on our family if you do as the successor."

"I understand. You don't have to worry" Taehyun was quick to reply, "he isn't anyone special, just my art model who says the stupidest things sometimes."

"Good. As long as you know."

Taehyun smiled at his mother. The tension in the room still as thick as ever as the whole family looked between the two. Ignoring the concerned and apologetic looks on his siblings' faces, the silver haired only smiled wider.