Inyeon (fated)

'Rage'. Chapter 5

Jimin 's moaking comment,twanged the mam 's wounded ego , experiencing profound hurt by his son's betrayal.So many nannies were rejected by him and he accepted an overbearing, intolerable, unscrupulous boy with an ego to the size of Asia.He managed to boldly invade his house making his son ,who hates physical contact, practically throw himself in his arms.Fucken unbelievable!

Taehyung 's self-importance attained a nasty jolt, spawning his acute tantrum.His trembling, veiny hands thudded the desk ,rattling and therefore flipping all objects on it.A squeaky sound gushed out of his scrunchy mouth.A ripple of rage , resentment and sheer disappointment broke the silence of the room.Jimin balked from his brother 's outburst. Taehyung brushed his fingers through his dark, neatly set hair, cursing out loud.

"I underestimated the little weasel...the two faced ...pompous brat..." he roared unable to maintain control.

"I don't get you."Yoongi avowed."You hardly know him yet you seem like you hate him.He managed to open up Tata in a way nobody else could over the years.Why does his presence annoy you so much?"

Taehyung huffed."He just bothers me.I don't trust him. There is something about him that screams trouble.I want him out of my house...my life and my son 's." He clasped the paper cutter so hard it hurt his palm.

"Your personal feelings are irrelevant in this case.What is best for your son should only matter.He is not here for you Tae." Yoongi contradicted him with sheer moakery.

" Unless you want him to..." Jimin insinuated in a rather combative way, wrinkling his eyebrows.

" Shut the fuck up Jimin!"he snorted, agitated with his brother 's boldness." Learn when to close your big mouth!"

His brother rolled his eyes." Hold your horses, tiger... Learn how to speak properly to the only person who puts up with your bullshit...brother." he answered back in the exact same tone.

Tae reined his desire to curse Jimin once again so instead he inhaled a few times before replying calmly." I want him out of my house. Don't like him. Can't stand him. As simple as that."

"You are biased and I can't for the life of me understand why!" Jimin swiftly added."What has he done to you? Tata seems fond of him.For a boy who detests physical contact he has prover quite acceptable.So cast aside your usual prejudice and bad manners and allow him to do his job." Jimin poked his brother's arm." Quit victimising yourself.The world doesn't evolve around your sorry ass!"He quickly turned to Yoongi."Let's go before I smack his stubborn head." They left not sparing a glance at Taehyung.

The man was left high and dry .A huge fear roosted in his messed up heart, burning it like acid.The coated fear pestering his soul for years now ,tingled his body, warning him of an upcoming thunderstorm, that could initiate an atrocious sequence of events, disturbing his sheltered family life.Unwillingly the blurry image of a man ,who taunted his dreams since an early age marched through his mind , forcing him to pace back and forth.

The sudden recollection evoked mixed emotions to the livid male.Since the age of ten his dreams were flogged by a hypnotic figure calling his name...The person 's face was veiled however the feeling of relish and fulfillment dominated young Taehyung.His feminine, curved body strongly indicated the presence of a woman.

His dreams consisted of partially ,scrambled scenes of 'her' dressed in a traditional hanbok, situated in a korean house but lacked in consistency.When turning sixteen, his dreams were restricted to erotic ones , filled with lustful scenes eventually leading to the ghastly revelation of having sex... with a man!

His own conflict concerning his sexual orientation and strong denial to admit the obvious, alongside with a profound, hidden fear made him susceptible to fatal mistakes.He embarked on a lustful ,carnal journey, banging every female he crossed paths with.The more he fucked women the more sombre and unsalted he became.The quilt and confusion he was undergoing , reinforced the duration and sequence of his dreams, turning them into nightmares with countless, sleepless nights ,twirling and turning in bed as a result of his anger and ...arousal.