Taehyung rushed into the hospital, his heart pounding in his chest. After asking for directions at the reception desk, he hurried to his mother's room. The sight of Mrs. Kim lying on the hospital bed hit him like a ton of bricks. He sprinted to her side, his face etched with worry.
“Mom, are you okay? You’re not hurt too much, are you?” he asked frantically, his voice trembling. His mother’s well-being was everything to him. Losing his father as a child had left a void in his life that only his mother could fill.
Mrs. Kim smiled weakly, her tone calm and reassuring. “I’m fine, my son. It was just a car accident. Nothing too serious. But I’m sure your guard exaggerated the situation and made it sound worse than it is.”
Taehyung shook his head, his worry turning to frustration. “Mom, how many times have I told you to be careful? If you need anything, ask the driver or the guard. But you never listen to me!”
Mrs. Kim chuckled softly, reaching out to pat his hand. “Okay, okay, my dear son. From today, I’ll listen to you. Happy now?”
Taehyung exhaled heavily, nodding. But the fear and anger in his eyes betrayed his calm facade.
After some time, Mrs. Kim was discharged. As they stepped out of the hospital, Taehyung helped her into the car with the guard.
Just then, his phone buzzed in his pocket. The screen displayed the same unknown number from earlier—Jimin.
“Mom, you get in the car. I’ll take this call and join you in a moment,” Taehyung said.
“Alright, but don’t take too long,” Mrs. Kim replied as the guard closed the car door.
Taehyung stepped aside and answered the call, his tone laced with irritation.
On call.
Taehyung: “Yes, what’s the problem now?”
Jimin: “The problem is you,” Jimin said, his voice cold yet mocking.
Taehyung: “If you want to talk, hurry up. I have better things to do than entertain your nonsense.”
Jimin: “I called to ask about your mother’s well-being. How is she?”
Taehyung froze for a moment, his grip tightening on the phone. His voice dropped into a dangerous tone. “So, you’re admitting it. You’re the one behind her accident, aren’t you?”
Jimin: A dark chuckle echoed through the line. “Haha, you’re sharp. Yes, it was me. Who else has the courage to challenge Kim Taehyung like this?”
Taehyung’s teeth clenched, his anger bubbling to the surface. “Jimin! You’re digging your own grave. I’ll expose you to the world for what you truly are—a hidden mafia. Just wait until I have solid evidence against you.”
Jimin: “Evidence?” Jimin’s voice was filled with mockery. “If you find any, don’t forget to show it to me. Until then, keep dreaming. Goodbye.”
The line disconnected.
Taehyung stared at his phone, his chest heaving with anger. His knuckles turned white as he clenched his fists, the sound of Jimin’s laughter still ringing in his ears.
“This isn’t over, Jimin,” Taehyung muttered under his breath, his eyes burning with determination. “You’ll regret crossing me.”
With a sharp exhale, he straightened himself and headed to the car, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge and justice.
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Night had fallen over the Park Mansion, and the family was gathered around the dining table. The air was filled with the aroma of freshly cooked dishes, and soft chatter echoed in the dining room. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps approaching the entrance caught everyone's attention.
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𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 (𝑱𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒇)✓
Romance(Editing is going on) Y/n marries for her father's happiness but she doesn't know that her husband is a mafia. She also had a boyfriend in the past. What will happen when both of them find out about each other's secret? It's just a fanfiction.
