Stuck With You || Kim Taehyung

PART - 15

AUTHOR'S POV
Today, Y/N was getting discharged from the hospital. Mr. and Mrs. Lee had some work, so they asked Taehyung to pick her up.

"Mr. Kim, just sign here, and then you can take her with you," a nurse said to him.

"What about the bills?" he asked her.
"It's already clear. You just have to sign here."

He signed the form and met the doctor one last time before leaving.

"She's alright, Mr. Kim. She might have some difficulty walking at first, but it will gradually improve, so no need to worry. Here is the medical gel you need to apply to her foot and gently massage it."

"Thank you, Doctor." He left.

"Are you ready, love?" he asked her, as she had been applying lipstick for the last ten minutes.

"Weren't you wearing red lipstick before?"

"No, it didn't look nice with this dress."
She was now applying nude lipstick.
He sat beside her, watching with loving eyes.

"Look, how do I look?"

"You look like a goddess."

"Wow."

"Shall we go now?" he said, collecting her items from the table and her tablets.

"Yes."

They walked out of the hospital, holding hands, with Taehyung carrying her bag of belongings in his other hand.

"Hello, Y/N."

Jimin appeared in front of them, his hands tucked in his pockets.

"What are you doing here?" Taehyung said angrily.

"I just came here to ask about her health," he said, nodding toward her.

"You saw her. Now get lost," Taehyung said rudely.

"Why, does your daddy own this place, huh?" Jimin countered.

"Well, yes. This hospital is funded by Vante Industries, so it's technically ours."

They were standing on the road, a little way from the hospital's main entrance.

"Well, I don't think Kim Uncle owns this road, too," Jimin said, pointing at the asphalt.

Taehyung clenched his jaw in anger, took hold of Y/N’s hand, and started pulling her toward the car. He helped her sit inside and was about to get into the driver’s seat, but Jimin slid into the back seat first.

"What the hell are you doing in my car?" Taehyung said in irritation. He’d hoped to spend some quality time with his love, but this person was being a barrier.

"I'm sitting. Can't you see, blind man?"

Y/N laughed at Jimin's words, and Taehyung felt humiliated.

"Start the car," Jimin commanded, manspreading in the back.

"Why are you sitting here? Go to your own car!" Taehyung snapped.

"No, I want to come with you guys only."

"You—"

Y/N cut off Taehyung's words. "Let him come with us. What's wrong with it?"

"But, love, he will—"

"I don't want to listen to anything. Just drive the car."
Jimin laughed at her words.

Taehyung clenched his jaw and started the car. For two minutes, he drove at full speed, but suddenly, he slammed the power brake on the Porsche. Jimin jerked forward, and his head bumped into Taehyung's headrest.

"What the hell! Can't you drive nicely?" he yelled, rubbing his nose.

"If you have a problem, then get out of my car," Taehyung said.

Taehyung and Y/N were safe because they were both wearing seat belts, so the sudden stop didn't affect them as much as it did poor Jiminie.

JIMIN'S POV

I came inside my mansion. Oh, no. The bitch is here, too.

"Where were you, Jimin? Always roaming around the city! Do you even know how to fulfill some responsibilities? You are not a kid now!" she scolded.

"First of all, who are you?"

"I'm your dad's wife."

"No, you are not his wife. You are a gold digger who is staying here because of his money, and I don't like to take advice from a bitch like you."

"PARK JIMIN!" his father roared. He had just entered the living room and heard Jimin’s last comment, but, unfortunately, he hadn't heard what his so-called wife had said to his son.

"Is this the way to talk to your mother?"

"She is not my mother, and don't even try to make her my mother. She is a bit—"
His words were cut short because his father slapped him. His face snapped to the left side from the impact.

"Don't you dare call her names!" his father said angrily.

Jimin left the room, murmuring angrily, All women are the same. Every single lady on this planet is a fucking gold digger.

"How many times have I told you not to take stress?" the stepmother said, lightly massaging his forearm.

"What did you say to him?" he asked his wife.

"I didn't—"

"Don't lie. I know my son is rebellious, but he doesn't misbehave like this randomly."

"Fine... I just told him to take the business seriously, our company seriously. He can't roam around like this forever, right?" she said sweetly.

"You know, just give this company and business to Minjun... he will handle it with care, not like Jimin."

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