There's no mercy when I f*ck you pretty one. Dominance is what I CRAVE the most."
Synopsis :
A tragic love story of a boy who fell in love with a wrong one who tainted his mind with his own cunning lust that was carried forward by the tough male...
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The sun shone brightly over the quaint cottage on the outskirts of Seoul, casting a warm, golden light over the lush garden that surrounded it. Birds sang merrily from the trees, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves, creating a symphony of natural sounds that filled the air with a sense of peace and tranquility. Inside the cottage, the atmosphere was filled with the delightful aroma of freshly baked bread and the sound of laughter. The kitchen was bustling with activity as Y/n and Taehyung prepared breakfast together, their movements synchronized from years of practice and shared moments.
"Taehyung, can you pass me the flour?" Y/n asked, her eyes sparkling with affection as she glanced at him.
"Of course, my love." Taehyung replied with a smile, handing her the bag of flour. "Anything else you need, my lady?"
"Just your company." she said with a grin, playfully nudging him.
Taehyung chuckled, wrapping an arm around her waist and planting a soft kiss on her cheek. "Always."
Their son, Taemin, who was now three years old, bounded into the kitchen with boundless energy. His dark hair, siren eyes and boxy smile, a perfect mix of his parents, flopped over his forehead as he skidded to a stop in front of them.
"Eomma! Appa! Can we go to the park today?" Taemin asked, his eyes wide with excitement.
Y/n smiled down at him, ruffling his hair affectionately. "I think that's a great idea, Taemin. How about we finish breakfast first, and then we can all go together?"
"Yay!" Taemin cheered, pumping his fist in the air. "I'll help set the table!"
"Honey, where's your brother?" his mother questions.
"Eommo, hyung is busy speaking with his girlfriend. He didn't let me play with him. Bad brother." Taemin puffed his cheeks.
"Relax Baby, I'll speak with your notorious brother."
As Taemin busied himself with setting the table, Taehyung and Y/n exchanged a look filled with love and contentment. Despite the trials and tribulations they had faced, they had found their way back to each other, and their little family had become a source of immense joy and strength. As Y/n was doing first aid on Taemin, Footsteps echoed, and they all turned to gaze upstairs. There he was, the knight in shining armour, the heartbeat of her soul, her darling son Taeho. As he became visible, the floor slid beneath their legs. Taeho wore black skinny jeans, a black t-shirt, and a black leather jacket. Silver accessories dangled from his ears, wrists, and neck, while piercings sparkled from his mouth, brow, and earlobes. His long black leather boots, the false cigar in his palm, and the way he wore his black cap all evoked old recollections. Y/n was dumbfounded, and the entire costume made her blood run cold. Her grip on the glass jar slipped, and it dropped, breaking with a loud noise.
"What's this Taeho?" The man of the house questions the teen.
"Aappa I'm playing a Mafia leader in the skit." Taeho plainly replied.
"What did you just say Taeho?" Y/n was pissed.
"Why are you so pale, Maa? Are you unwell?"
"What did you just say Taeho?"
"I'm in an annual day skit called Maa. This is the costume that my art teacher chose for me. I got this at a local resale store. I found it at a low price."
"You're not wearing this outfit, nor are you playing this ridiculous Mafia. Do you hear me, Taeho?"
"But, maa, I want to do this. I've been practicing for so long that I can't give up at the final minute."
