In love with a bad guy

Chapter 8: the incident

I looked at myself one last time in the mirror, pretty. I took one of my clutch in hands that matched with the black mid thigh frok I was wearing and picked out matching pairs of six inches heels, not a problem for me to walk in them as I was already trained in this specific area being the so called president's daughter. I took the item I purchased online and finally made my way through to the Taehyung's room, smaller but besides me.

I knocked at his door and wait a bit, in a second he opened the door to reveal himself wearing school uniform, although he looked handsome in it. I strolled inside his room and sat on htge side of his bed and gave him the paper bag I ordered online.

"Go change", I motioned him.

"Why are you dressed like that? Are we ditching the class today?", he said in a more funny way trying to ease the fight we had last night.

"something like that", I shrugged as I pulled out my phone and started to scroll through it.
He nodded in response and went to get out of that ugly uniform.

"What's the occasion today for us to wear all black?", he came out in literally few minutes tugging his white dress shirt in as he wore the neatly ironed black blazer.

"You will see yourself, let's get going", we walked outside his room as he picked up car keys he was assigned with. Clicking of heels were heard as I walked like a literal kdrama actress in those high heels as I pulled out the most fashionable pairs of sunglasses from my clutch and placed it on my nose.

We now came to parking lot where numerous cars from bugatti to Mercedes, from limozine to Rolls Royce were already parked shining as if were bought just now, I know these are all because of the Money my father have as the sole president of South Korea. I gave him another pair of sunglasses so that he wouldn't be left behind looking like another kdrama actor.

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We drove through the town in my Audi as I looked outside the window, cool breeze coming in.

"I need to stop by at the florist at end of this street", I pointed tge shop at him as he nodded in response and pulled the car in the driveway.

"I'll be back in a minute", I responded as I got out of my Audi, slamming the door behind.

I entered the shop as I was met by the lady greeting me, a smile plastered on her face.

"Welcome! What flowers do you prefer?", she asked in the most lovely way.

"Thanks, I'll have tulips and some of red roses, the one with the highest quality", I replied as I remembered how my mother loved these flowers combo, infact one of her hobby was gardening, as she loved how innocent they were, out of the worlds misery.

"Would like a name tag on them? For your beloved one",

"Yes, I would love to!" I thought it would be a good idea.

"To?" she asked me while holding a color pen contrasting with the flowers.

"Isabella Kim", yes that was my mother's name

"Thank you, do come again", she spoke as she bow down to me, a typical Korean thing to do as I scanned my black card for the final billing.

"Are we going to some funeral?", Taehyung asked me as soon as I stepped inside the car making me flinch a little.

"Well, something like that", I said and entered the location on the GPS.

It was the last stop when we arrived at the graveyard, stepping out of the car I asked him to come with me.

"Come on, we are here"

His face was little confuse but once he understood the direction we were taking he became quite, his eyes hold pity for me yet his head slightly bend down in respect of the deceased.

I walked to the grave of my mother as I finally provided her possession, the flowers she always used to love.

"Hello Mom, How have you been doing up there? Must be a great feeling escaped out from the world’s treason. Anyway I came here to introduce you to someone who is always by my side, protecting me just as my father wanted, he even stopped my chances of meeting you, here he is Kim Taehyung",
I motioned him to come forw, "what are you doing? come greet her!"

"Hello Mrs Park, I am Kim Taehyung. Her protector as she already mentioned, but you know she is so difficult ma'am it would be great if you could get me tips to control her",

Taehyung said, he had a soft smile as he looked at me. I punched him on his shoulder in a playful manner for the last sentence he discussed it with my mom.

We sat down on the grass there I touched the grave slightly removing all the pieces of bricks and dust that was over it.

"My mom was half American and half Korean, a beautiful woman in her mid thirties. She used to tell me how I got that blue eyes and hazelnut hair from her. I was about 12 years old when I witnessed my mother laying on the ground blood around her body, she was cold and pale from the amount of blood that was lost from her body. The result of investigation made her the culprit itself, saying it was suicide. But she was never suicidal, in fact she was excited about my inter school maths competition. She was excited and had all her preparations ready for my wining ceremony that it was pretty hard for me to accept that death. My father was never interested in that investigation and never asked for autopsy, because he always had some conflicts with her and never bothered to know the real reason for her death. I 12 years old girl emphasised upon the fact that this is homicide, not suicide but all he gave me was a piece of paper, her suicide note. It was absurd for me to believe that as I have cried and cried for several days hating her for this act, but one day something caught my eyes. The note, it wasn't her handwriting. To clear my doubts I matched all of her writings with this note and I found an utter differentiation. Her handwriting is neat and clean but in the note it was messy. It's been 6 years since that incident, and I couldn't move on."

The memories bring back the tears I holded out since then but I swallowed the lump that formed because now I have to stand strong if I want to face the world head on.

"It's okay, Everything will be okay, I know you will move on someday., little bean" he said as he patted my head and smiled softly.

"And thank you for trusting me, Mrs Park your daughter is very brave, your training made her into something great", he spoke.

"By the way, are you sick by any chance? What are those medication injected to you, your condition gets pretty bad"

"I am not comfortable taking about that".