✓BunBun Mine // taekook

Chapter 24

Jisoo lifted the edge of her thin scarf, trying to adopt a more simple look wearing the long dress. She attempted, a bit clumsily, to pin up her light blue mixed with black hairs, but failed, not having much skill with such things. She had borrowed the pin from her mother, and, unused to wearing it, she struggled to navigate the stairs.

Jisoo has heard Taehyung loved long dresses, so she had temporarily abandoned her usual western style in favor of this attire. After asking Jin where Taehyung's room was, she stood outside the door and called out in a slightly breathless voice,

“Mr. Kim! I heard you hurt your foot! How did you get injured?”

Taehyung was lying straight on his bed, his attention focused on his phone. A bandage wrapped around his foot bore a red stain in the center, a reminder of his resilience. He had endured the bandage for his mother’s tearful insistence, though such scrapes were commonplace for him.

Stepping into the world of politics, he had already faced storms, he’d been hospitalized for ten days after taking a bullet. Taehyung had since learned to endure both major and minor injuries—three stitches were trivial to him.

“May I come in?”—came Jisoo’s eager question in a soft voice.

Taehyung glanced up from his phone, giving Jisoo standing at the doorway a quick look. His gaze didn’t linger, it lasted only a moment. In a low voice, he granted permission, “Come in.”

Jisoo entered the room quickly, repeating her question with urgency,

“You still didn’t tell me—how did you get injured?”

Taehyung placed his phone beside the pillow. Jisoo's face reflected a mixture of agitation and concern.

Observing her closely, Taehyung allowed a small smile to curve on his dry lips, but concealed it, keeping his amusement hidden. In a tone laced with mockery, he said, “Are you feeling distressed?”

Jisoo froze, a wave of turmoil rising within her. She glanced at Taehyung, her eyes carrying a questioning expression. She found herself captivated by his dark gaze, her lips colored in a shade of maroon moved softly,

“Is distress such a bad thing? All my worries will be about you because you are my destiny.”

Taehyung was gaining the upper hand, and with a hand tucked behind his head, he replied,

“You’ve mastered the strong words, haven’t you, foreigner? Let me tell you a secret. Think of it as a hint for you—or a warning.”

Curious about his strange choice of words, Jisoo’s eyes narrowed instantly. She fixed him with a sharp gaze, her voice filled with anticipation,

“Go on.”

Taehyung sat up, pulling a cigarette packet from the drawer beside the bed. He lit one and, with a drag, filled the room with smoke before he spoke,

“Soft-hearted omegas are incredibly naive. A shy, timid person who trembles with fear—it’s that kind of person who deeply attracts me. I want such an person so much that even if they tore apart the left side of my chest with their teeth, leaving it bloodied, I’d be left with no choice but to remain silent.”

Jisoo stood silent, stunned, lost in thought. From what she had gathered about Taehyung, this tan-skinned, well-built man had never had anyone's touch in his life. Was he suggesting that she should be soft? Was her matured, straightforward manner make it odds with Taehyung's character? Taking the initiative, she asked,

“Are you telling me to be more delicate?”

In response to her question, Taehyung didn't waste words. He touched his injured foot to the floor and said calmly,