Inheritance Of The Cold Heart | kth √

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3rd POV

After 14 hours, the flights lands at one of private airports in New York. During the landing, Taehyung was busy on his laptop, on FaceTime telling his lawyer, discussing on the case that has fallen in his company.

They left Korea at 9 pm, they've arrived at 10 am. All tired and worn out.

The billionaire walks into the room, where you're sleeping, you just slept some minutes ago after watching and watching knitting tutorials on YouTube.

How you got yourself in watching the tutorials? Well, you were scrolling reels on YouTube then came across, knitted clothes for babies and that's when you started watching the tutorials.

The CEO sits on the bed, he brings his fingers, to remove the hair tresses, falling to your eye.

Unconsciously a smile, adorns his lips, a satisfied smile but he can't tell why he feels so satisfied at this moment, he just feel- delighted despite the fact that he has issues in his company.

You're making him feel content with so many unknown reasons that he can't tell at all.

"Hey." He taps you cheek, you squint your eyes at the whisperly soft call. He chuckles seeing how you're making faces, like a baby, being irritated in her sleep.

"Hey, we've landed." He whispers again.

You reluctantly open your eyes. "Tae, I just slept now." You say, in your sleepy tone looking at the man with half lidded eyes.

"If you want to sleep more, I'll leave you in here." Taehyung gets off the bed.

"You'll jump off the plane?" You abruptly sit down, eyes widen.

"My overthinking girl, I just said we have landed. Look outside the window." He pointed at the window.

You avert your eyes to the window, seeing no clouds and feeling no movement of the place, you realise that it's true. "Oh!" You mouth out, rubbing your eyes.

"Let's go now." He says, putting on his blazzer.

"You drop your legs on the bed, putting on the sneakers. "Why did you call me your overthinking girl?" You ask, tying on the shoe laces.

"Because you're."

"I'm not yours." You say, looking at him, standing at your back.

"The baby inside you is mine thou." He shrugs.

"You're such a pervert." You comment, getting up on your feet, you suddenly feel yourself in the air. "Why are you carrying me?" You ask Taehyung, who has lifted you up in a bridal style.

"You're still sore, Pretty doll. You want people outside to know everything, mmmh?" He asks softly, unknowingly the words tints your cheeks into crimson, you feel the type of heat in your cheeks that you've never feel before; Slight blushing.

"Pretty doll is blushing." Taehyung continues to make you flutter.

"I said you shouldn't call me by that name, Taehyung. Please, can you don't? If you won't I'll start calling you Mr Kim again." You say, abruptly.

The pet name was really really doing something to you.

"You're good at blackmailing." The billionaire comments, remembering the other day you blackmailed him.