A Tweak In Time (KTH) •Ongoing•

▶ Chapter XXIII

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Let us meet again,

Next day, next month, next year.

Let us meet again,

When this is all over.

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It was D-Day.

With adrenaline pumping in his veins and the regret to waste such a perfect Saturday exercising, Taehyung slided into the entrance of the court where only the rich or influential or both would play.

He had spotted Park Seojoon pulling up into the parking lot of the court earlier with two of his chicks who seemed unrecognisable beneath all of that layers of makeup that just seemed to have sedimented. He was undoubtedly, clad in his new tennis gear that he was sure that he would never touch again but what goes in having one for unexpected ocassion like this.

"Hey dreamy-dog, where's your head at?" Suddenly he felt a strong smack to the back of his head.

"Geez, there are people watching us, Younha! Don't you care for our reputation?" He rubbed the back of his head.

The woman in question discreetly pivoted her head around and when she discovered that there was absolutely no one that was interested in them, she then turned to him with a pair of bored eyes, "I'm the second child and you're the third child. And as long and far as I can remember, father has only revealed his first child to the world whereas some people only know our name. Can you believe it, he's going to be the next heir? I don't."

"Don't mention that sickening thing in front of me," He grumbled, "and," He looked around the woman and drew his eyes as far as he could, "Where's your kit?"

"Oh, don't you worry," Younha waved her hand off, "Younggeum persisted that she would carry the whole thing by herself. What a great use of her strength, I've had been thinking of not carrying that darn kit by myself."

"Younggeum?!" Taehyung screamed earning judgmental glances from those around him so he lowered his voice, "She's here?! Why would you bring her?!"

"I was compelled to," She corrected, "And also I've been meaning to tell you this thing of severe importance—"

"Your Highness!"

Just then, hundreds of heads turned her way in an instant while the woman dragged the kit on the ground like a corpse with great confidence without cowering away from the number of gazes stilled on her. Her radiant smile almost blinded Taehyung and a sudden dull ache started to emerge in his chest as if he was guilty of something. Well, he apparently was but his pride was the major hindrance between him and her.

"I have...brought...the keet...to you as I...promised!" She let the kit drop dead to the ground as the owner sighed in relief, "Thought you'd never come."