The Jeons and the Kims, both equally immersed in the sensual politics and underground world, maintained a relationship that appeared friendly on the surface, but was ultimately fake. Their interactions resembled the exchange of roses, where the deli...
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The tension in the air was palpable as the so-called "civil conversation" between Jungkook and Taehyung came to an abrupt end. Jungwan, seemingly perturbed by the exchange, swiftly intervened, dragging Jungkook away from the scene, leaving Taehyung alone in the library.
Taehyung's eyes narrowed, a subtle hint of disdain flashing across his features. It was no secret that he harbored a deep dislike for Jungkook, a sentiment rooted in a desire to never appear weak or vulnerable in the other's presence. His bratty demeanor and teasing nature were merely a facade, a defense mechanism to conceal the underlying animosity he felt towards his peers.
Without a moment's hesitation, Taehyung, too, gathered his belongings and swiftly exited the premises, his mind racing with thoughts and emotions he dared not confront.
As Taehyung stepped out of the library, the familiarity of the neighborhood streets guided him swiftly towards his home. However, the sight that greeted him upon entering his room was not one he had anticipated. There, perched on the edge of his bed, was his mother, her eyes glued to the screen of her phone.
Taehyung's heart sank, the resentment he harbored towards her evident in the tightening of his jaw. The air in the room suddenly felt stifling, the tension palpable as she looked up and met his gaze.
"I picked out a shirt for you, wear it," she said, her tone devoid of emotion as she rose from the bed, placing her phone down on the mattress.
Taehyung's fingers twitched with the urge to refuse, to assert his independence and defy her demands, but years of conditioning had taught him to acquiesce, lest he face the consequences of her displeasure.
The underlying tension in her tone was palpable, and he knew there was more to her visit than she was letting on.
"I don't think that's the only reason you came here, mother," Taehyung said, his voice laced with a hint of suspicion. He could sense the unspoken agenda behind her words.
Taehyung's mother glanced at him, her expression unreadable. "The Jeons are coming for dinner, and I want you to present yourself smarter than Jungkook," she said, her words dripping with subtle competitiveness.
Taehyung shifted uncomfortably in his seat, aware of the weight of his mother's expectations. "He's already taken over the company, Taehyung, and here you are, just starting the training from tomorrow," she continued, her tone laced with a hint of disappointment.
Taehyung felt the sting of her words like a physical blow. It was clear that his mother Jungkook's success as a benchmark, and she expected Taehyung to measure up.
"Mom, what does Jungkook's achievements have to do with me?? Isn't the facade of being bratty and rude enough for you?? Are you that ashamed of the real me, mom??" His voice was bold but quiet, a tinge of frustration and hurt lacing his words. He was sick of constantly being compared to others, his mother's incessant need to hold him up against the successes of his peers wearing him down.
