Jeon Jungkook, a starry-eyed dreamer in search of Mr. Right, yearns for the perfect romance.
Taehyung, a magnetic force, walks into Jungkook's life, not as a romantic prospect but as a father-in-law. As their worlds collide, desire sparks forbidden...
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Taehyung's pent-up fury resonated with each determined step he took through the dimly lit parking lot, his jet-black hair swaying in rhythm with his brisk pace. The night air hung heavy with tension as the sound of his shoes echoed against the silent walls.
Clad in a black tee and matching short pants that accentuated his slender legs, Taehyung's imposing figure cut through the shadows. His clenched fist mirrored the firm resolve etched across his face, while his jaw remained rigid, a testament to the rage that fueled his every move.
Having hastily parked his car, Taehyung's eyes bore the weight of a father's concern and a protector's instinct. Lisa, his daughter, his precious princess, had called him in distress. The revelation of Jungkook, his son-in-law, having raised a hand against her had ignited a fire within Taehyung that brooked no delay.
He had left the hotel room with the remnants of an intense intercourse clinging to him, the memory of a shower now replaced by a singular purpose. His long, smooth hair flowed freely, unburdened by the restraint of ties, a visual manifestation of the urgency that propelled him forward.
Taehyung's hand harshly punched the elevator button, the metallic click resonating with the turmoil in his heart. No one dared to harm his daughter, and the darkness in his eyes reflected the storm within. The elevator doors slid open, revealing a vessel ready to carry the tempest that was Taehyung.
As he stepped into the hall, determination radiated from him like an aura. The anticipation of a confrontation with Jungkook hung in the air, and Taehyung's thoughts were a tempest of conflicting emotions. It had only been a month since the wedding, and already his expectations of goodness from Jungkook had been shattered.
Taehyung's gaze honed in on Lisa's room, a singular focus guiding his path. He moved with purpose, his heart pounding in sync with his steps. If Jungkook dared to confront him, Taehyung vowed that the consequences would be swift and unequivocal. His daughter's well-being was his first and only priority.
As he reached Lisa's door, he hesitated for a moment, letting the polished wood cool against his clenched fists.
He finally entered the room to find Lisa seated on the edge of the bed, her eyes red and swollen. The soft glow of bedside lamps highlighted the tear tracks on her cheeks, a painful testament to the recent event. The room itself seemed to pulse with an unspoken heaviness, the weight of emotions lingering in the air.
His heart clenched at the sight, a surge of protectiveness welling within him.
Approaching her, Taehyung gently wiped away the tears with a tenderness that belied the storm raging within him. "My princess," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm to Lisa's distressed soul. His gaze fell upon the red-tinted cheek, a vivid mark left by Jungkook's unwarranted slap.
A quick scan of the room revealed no trace of the culprit. Lisa's cry resonated in Taehyung's ears as she spoke, her words charged with anger and hurt. "Dad, that fucker slapped me. How dare he heart Kim Taehyung's daughter? Fuck the hell out of him, dad," she implored, seeking solace in her father's embrace.
