Unmyeong 운명| Taekook ff ✔️

PART 7

"Joonaaaaahhhh.... seriously... there’s no spot left in that massive company of yours?!" Jin whined, his voice dragging out as he batted his eyelashes and flashed his signature puppy eyes.

Namjoon sighed, unable to resist. He leaned in and planted a soft kiss on Jin’s pout. "Alright, alright, but tell them I’m not giving them a raise just because I know them. They still need to earn it," he murmured, backhugging Jin and nuzzling into his neck.

Jin grinned, ruffling Namjoon’s hair affectionately as his head rested on Namjoon’s broad shoulder. "I love you," he purred.

"You only say that when you want something," Namjoon grumbled, sending playful tickles to Jin’s side.

"Says the guy who spoils them more than me," Jin shot back with a playful glare.

"I love you too," Namjoon responded with a soft kiss to Jin’s cheek, making the older man smile in return.

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"Taehyung, ready?" The director called, his voice echoing across the set.

Taehyung turned from the board, giving a thumbs up with a determined smile.

"Okay... Lights... Camera... ACTION!"

"Why do I have to see your face again? You’re ruining my day," the bully girl sneered as she kicked Taehyung’s leg. He gasped but didn’t let it distract him from wiping the board.

"You’ve got guts to ignore me after that stunt," the girl sneered, grabbing a handful of Taehyung's hair.

"What's going on here?" A voice cut through the tension, and in walked Taehyung’s cousin, Yijin.

"Oppa!" The girl clung to Yijin’s arm, looking up at him with fake innocence. "He tried to trip me!" she whined.

Yijin's eyes darkened as he turned to Taehyung, grabbing his hair roughly. "Taehyung-ah, when will you ever learn?" he growled, dragging him by the hair.

Taehyung whimpered, his body trembling as the duster fell from his hands, landing right on the girl’s foot. She gasped, throwing herself into an exaggerated crying fit.

"I’m done with you, you parasite," Yijin hissed, his grip tightening. "How long are you gonna suck our blood? Aren’t we doing enough for you? Can’t you just die quietly like your slutty parents?"

Taehyung jerked his head, finally breaking free of Yijin’s hold. He straightened, his glasses slipping down his nose as he glared at Yijin.

"You shouldn’t bring my parents into this," Taehyung said, his voice cold but full of rage.

"Oh, what are you gonna do about it?" Yijin sneered, landing a punch to Taehyung’s stomach, sending him sprawling to the ground. He kicked Taehyung mercilessly, his foot landing in Taehyung’s side.

Before Yijin could continue, a tall figure stepped forward, his voice sharp. "Yijin-shi, leave before I call the teacher."

Wooshik stood, his presence enough to make Yijin pause. The bully glared at Wooshik, muttering under his breath as he stormed out of the room with his girlfriend.

Wooshik quickly knelt beside Taehyung, offering him a hand. "You okay?"

Taehyung was oddly quiet, his emotions bottled up. Wooshik helped him up, guiding him towards the infirmary, but Taehyung remained silent, his head down.

"You want to talk about it?" Wooshik asked softly as they walked.

Taehyung shook his head at first, but then his voice cracked. "I... I never asked to be born," he whispered, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air.