"You deserve to be with someone who is utterly obsessed with you"
Jeon Jungkook son of a powerful politician and a powerful person himself got obsessed with kim Taehyung an honest lawyer fighting for the rights of the weak.
"I knew you were rude and...
Taehyung was sitting in his bedroom, enveloped in a heavy silence, with his daughter sleeping peacefully beside him. The gentle rise and fall of her small frame as she breathed softly provided a stark contrast to the turmoil swirling in his mind. He absentmindedly caressed her hair, running his fingers through the silky strands, finding solace in the simple act while lost in thought about the chaotic events of that day.
Earlier, things had escalated dramatically at the police station. In a fit of rage, he had slapped Jungkook, his emotions boiling over in a way he had never intended. Taehyung couldn't shake off the image of his brother lying unconscious in a sterile hospital bed, a victim of an accident that had shaken their family to its core. His heart pounded with frustration and pain as he recalled how nonchalant Jungkook had seemed, as if he completely disregarded the gravity of the situation. Taehyung had lost control, driven by anguish and the desperate need to make Jungkook understand the severity of what had transpired, but now that the anger had subsided, guilt gnawed at him.
Yet, beneath that guilt lay a flicker of fear—fear of the consequences that were now looming over him. Jungkook's words echoed in his ears, foreboding and sharp: "You don't know what you just did. My father and brother will come after yours." The threat sent chills down Taehyung's spine, a reminder that their conflict extended beyond mere family quarrels; it had escalated to something potentially dangerous. He glanced at his sleeping daughter, her face peaceful and innocent, completely unaware of the heavy burden that weighed on her father's heart. How could he possibly keep her safe in a situation that felt so volatile?
As he lay down beside her, pulling her closer in a protective embrace, he found himself engulfed in worry. The thoughts tumbled through his mind like a relentless tide was it worth it to engage in this battle with Jungkook and his family? The ramifications of his earlier actions seemed to ripple outward, threatening to engulf everyone he loved. Taehyung sighed heavily, deep in contemplation, wishing for clarity but only finding more questions.
With the world outside growing ever more uncertain, he closed his eyes, seeking comfort in the warmth of his daughter's presence. Little did he know that the dawn would bring forth more troubles, testing his strength and resolve in ways he could never have anticipated in his already troubled life. The delicate balance of familial love and the looming shadows of enmity would soon be put to the ultimate test, and as he drifted off to sleep, he couldn't shake the feeling that a storm was brewing on the horizon.
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In the lavish yet cozy bedroom, the handsome male sat in front of the ornate mirror, the soft glow of the ceiling lights illuminating the bruise given by his love. He winced as he inspected his busted lip, the pain a reminder of the tumultuous morning. As he opened a bottle of antiseptic, ready to tend to the sting, a sudden knock interrupted his thoughts. "Come in," he muttered, bracing himself for whoever might be on the other side of the door. His father stepped into the room, and upon seeing the antiseptic bottle, his expression briefly darkened, shadows flitting across his features like dark clouds before the rain.
