"Demons by Choice."
Betrayed. Y/N is nowhere to be found, Taehyung is in jail, and the Kim family is cracking, just as Ahn Doeun, the FBI Director and puppet master behind their downfall, planned.
But just because they're down doesn't mean they're o...
I sat patiently with my legs crossed and my hands folded. I was trying my best to keep calm as the teacher in front of me went on about what was possibly wrong with my son.
"...it's my personal belief that your son has a social anxiety disorder. He rarely plays or talks to the other children. In fact, in all of his time here, I've never seen him interested in anything other than his doodles. I understand that you are both incredibly—"
"I'm sorry, is my son failing your class?" I ask her through a smile.
"No, but—"
"Has he been disrespectful in anyway?"
"Again, no—"
"Are you a licensed psychiatrist?"
Her nostrils flared as she took a deep breath.
I smiled. "I'll take that as a no. You're a teacher, a very well paid teacher I might add. After all, this is the best private school in Seoul. Now, if you took the time to actually look at these doodles, you would see that he has a great talent and a very imaginative mind. I'm guessing the reason he isn't responsive in your class is because he's bored...those packets you give, he finishes in less than a few minutes while at home. So instead of blaming my son or trying to label him with a disorder, which we've already established is not in your job description, why don't you try a few other methods?"
Her mouth dropped open as if she hadn't been expecting me to say anything, as if I was supposed to just take my son and get his head checked.
"I think we're done here, Ms. Geum, thank you for bring us in." Taehyung stood and fixed his suit and tie before he offered me his hand.
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"Of course, Mr. Kim. And Governor, I just want you to know that I'm an avid supporter of —"
"Goodbye, Ms. Geum," I cut her off, and took Taehyung's hands as he led us out.
Jimin and Suho both stood, at the doors.
"Why do you look so glum, sugar plum?" I asked my son as he swung his legs back and forth on the bench in the hall.
"Am I in trouble?" he asked softly.
"No, your mom here yelled at your teacher," Taehyung snickered.
His dark brown messy head snapped up and his mouth dropped open. "Eomma!" he scolded.
"I did not yell. I just corrected her mistake is all," I said to him and he crossed his arms, and glared at me as though he didn't believe me.
"I don't want to be moved into another classroom again, I just started to like this one," he groaned, as he put his head in his hands.
Dropping to my knees in front of him, I brushed his hands away. But he still refused look at me.
