In the dark corners of her mind, Y/n thought she had buried him-*Kim Taehyung,* the man who shattered her soul fifteen years ago. Now, married to Jeon Jungkook, she believed her past was just that-a memory. But when Taehyung resurfaces, bringing wit...
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The grand venue shimmered under a canopy of lights, the luxurious decorations exuding an aura of opulence befitting a royal affair. Jungkook stepped out of his sleek car, his suit crisp and perfectly tailored. As the youngest self-made millionaire, his presence immediately attracted the flash of cameras and the buzz of reporters.
"Mr. Jeon, over here! How do you feel about tonight's event?" a reporter shouted.
"Mr. Jeon, a quick photo, please!" another called out.
Jungkook straightened his suit, a proud smile gracing his lips as he acknowledged the crowd with a nod. He moved forward, greeted by familiar faces from the business world, each handshake a reminder of his hard-earned success.
But as he reached the main gate, a sudden shift in the atmosphere caught his attention. The buzz of the media intensified, turning into a low, excited murmur. Jungkook turned around, curiosity piqued.
A massive, luxurious black car, thrice as grand as his own, pulled up to the entrance. The sheer size and opulence of the vehicle commanded immediate attention. As the car door opened, the crowd collectively held its breath.
"Is that... Kim Taehyung?" a reporter whispered.
"Yes, it is! The CEO of SIÉSTA and heir to the Kim Empire," another replied, awe evident in their voice.
Taehyung emerged from the car, his presence immediately dominating the space. Dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, his expression was cold and unreadable. The media surged forward, desperate for a word or a picture, but Taehyung's demeanor remained unchanged.
"Mr. Kim, how do you feel about being back in South Korea?" one reporter yelled.
"Mr. Kim, any comments on tonight's event?" another asked.
Taehyung ignored the barrage of questions, his eyes fixed ahead. His guards swiftly created a path, ensuring his walk was uninterrupted. The aura of power and authority he exuded was palpable, overshadowing every other presence at the venue.
Mr. Choi, having been informed of Taehyung's arrival, hurried outside. His face lit up with a welcoming smile as he extended his hand. "Mr. Kim, welcome. We're honored to have you here tonight."
Taehyung shook Mr. Choi's hand with a firm grip, his expression unchanged. "Thank you, Mr. Choi," he said, his voice low and steady. "I appreciate the warm welcome."
"Please, this way," Mr. Choi said, gesturing towards the entrance. "We've prepared everything as per your preference. If there's anything you need, don't hesitate to let us know."
Taehyung nodded slightly. "I'll let you know if I require anything."
As Taehyung and Mr. Choi walked inside, the crowd continued to buzz with excitement and speculation. Jungkook, still standing near the entrance, felt an uncomfortable pang of insignificance. The attention that had once been on him had shifted entirely to Taehyung.
