Call Out My Name (TK 21+)

5. Face Off

"Son of a bitch, I knew he was up to something."

"...."

"Oh, so he thought I'll be waiting barefoot with garlands at the front door at the ass crack of dawn? Will that fit into his own ideal role of a CEO then?"

"...."

"Yeah. I know that. It's just, I had a hard time falling asleep."

"...."

"I know."

"...."

"You're second in command in my absence Jiminie, I want you to use the power to its full potential."

"...."

"See ya."

Taehyung got back to polishing his shoes vigorously as if they weren't reflecting light already. Last night after Jimin dropped him off at his house, Taehyung had stayed awake for quite a while spiraling down to the reminiscence of his insecurities. It happens every time when he comes back from Jimin's, or business trips for a few days. The air feels impossibly heavy for his lungs, choking his breath the moment he steps foot inside the house. It takes a few minutes for him to adjust to the toxicity and chaos undulated in the air; side by side putting up the impenetrable shield around himself. And last night other things having occupied his mind, it took Taehyung longer than usual to adjust his skin under the prickling layer of protection.

A reason why Taehyung keeps himself drowned in work is to actively making himself forget where he is rooted from; apart from the ravishing ideas popping up inside his brain gifted with such massive intelligence. Taehyung can barely find time for himself for that reason, but the silver lining in that is he always has something to look up to when he wakes up in the morning. It's either some decisive meeting, or welcoming new investors, or the huge budget of amount being credited to his bank account or simply spending some time with his best friend and his workers. Today was also no exception, because within half an hour Taehyung is about to meet the investors who agreed to fund for the scholarship program Taehyung has been planning for a while for the students of fashion designing with a poor background.

Only those overly enthusiastic people decided to arrive eight instead of nine in the morning.

"Oh, your highness has returned!"

How foolish Taehyung was to think he could get out of the house with a full belly before his sperm donor wakes up.

"Why didn't you inform us about your arrival your majesty? We would have made grand arrangements in your honor!" Mr. Kim said while getting down the stairs.

"You're getting too old for this shit dad."

"Who allowed this bastard in the house?" Mr. Kim barked at his wife who was busy sipping tea in the dining and looking over some papers.

"It's his house?" she said and looked at her husband from above the glasses like he said the most ridiculous thing in the world.

"You are the one who is spoiling your son. If I were to flee home everytime I had an argument with my father, he would have broken my leg."

"Thank god you didn't then." Taehyung quips.

"Shut it you brat!"

A loud yawn rolled out of Taehyung's mouth and he relished in the satisfaction of seeing his father glower at his direction in fuming annoyance. Taehyung doesn't like indulging his father's childish atrocities but he enjoys the comical expressions on the man's face when he does occasionally.

"You think you're smart? You idiotic-"

"You wanna increase the dosage of your medicines?" Mrs. Kim snapped at him and stood up, "Sit down and have your breakfast!"