Yang to your Yin

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Taehyung's POV

Attaining these events with my family could never be something I will ever enjoy, but that's not something I can oppose too. Being the next in line to be the heir, I am ought to expand my reach with peoples who can be useful to me in more than one ways. That's how life works, you have to take as much as you can from others no matter how. 

It was something my grandfather taught me, take what you want, for that, do whatever it takes to have it. I guess that's how I got my attitude of 'I want it, I get it.' So bad he failed to teach that to his own son, or my father never had that in him. His lose.

Right now, I am sitting with a group of people who are in their late 40's instead of their kids but again, it's better sitting with them, than those teens who are always turnt up. It's not like I am a typical up tight jock who never has fun, I have my own share of enjoyment, but unlike them, I am not wobbling or creating a scene every weekend.

"Oh my! Am I seeing the Kim Taehyung here!?" I turned my head to look at the person who's voice caught everyone's attention around me. Even though I didn't had to turn to know who it is, still nothing is wrong in being a bit dramatic.

"The one and only." I uttered with a cheeky tone as I smiled at the boy in front of me. No one was new to our interaction so none tried to get in between as the boy walked over to me, settling on my lap so gracefully as if it's his designated throne, his fingers curling over my straightened suit, wrinkling it as he pulled me closure to himself. My hands on instinct curled around his waist, stabling him. 

"You look enviably handsome today." A lopsided smile cracked over my face hearing his words. The words had no pinch of lie in them, I was undeniably handsome and I knew that very well. And you should know, it's dangerous when someone knows what they are capable of, cause then nothing can stop them.

I am, what they call, Unstoppable.

"Do you want to say I don't look handsome everyday?" I knew I was playin around, so did he but not people around us. They were terrified hearing my words knowing no one dared to ever disrespect or displease me. 

"You really asking me that? For someone who has been crowned with the title of most handsome man for 3 consecutive years, you surely are one unconfident lad or am I mistaken?" 

I was going to answer when a third voice rang in between, it was my father.

"Ah!  My child! How are you, son?" He asked with a genuine laugh as he opened his arms and without wasting a second the boy in my lap jumped off, getting in his embrace.

"I am beautiful as ever uncle. Cause being handsome is your son's duty, you see." I laughed shaking my head getting his tactics but, unfortunately it never works. My father never liked my way of getting the work done. He was someone who dealt things with emotion and sentiments and for me they are nothing in business world.

"Jimin-ah! Your father and me have some errands to run, you two can go home, if Mr. Kim's deals are done here."

I didn't even tried to hide my amusement hearing him. It was always a praise for me. Jimin where as sighed and nodded flashing a charming smile. I stared as he left with his group. It was about time when even I thought of leaving, my work was done here and it was fair if we leave this place.