Whispers Of The Cursed [TaeJin, JiKook] Completed ✅

"The Storm Had Only Begun"

Meanwhile, at PARK COMPANY...

In a dark, sleek office with walls lined in expensive wood paneling, Yea-So sat behind his impressive mahogany desk, his eyes narrowed in focus as he reviewed the documents spread out before him.

There was a chill in the air, a sense of anticipation that made the room feel heavy. He was alone until the door creaked open, and his father stepped in, a sinister smile plastered on his face.

Mr. Park, a man with a reputation for ruthlessness, approached his son's desk with slow, deliberate steps. He sat down in the leather chair opposite Yea-So, his eyes gleaming with cold, calculated intent. "The time has come," he said in a voice that dripped with malice. "It's time to attack the Kims."

A wicked grin spread across Yea-So's face, his eyes reflecting the hatred he'd harbored for so long. "Let's begin the destruction of the Kims tomorrow," he declared, his tone filled with a venom that promised no mercy. His fingers tightened around the edge of the desk as if he were already squeezing the life out of his enemies.

With a cold, almost gleeful determination, the two men raised their glasses, the crystal glinting ominously in the dim light of the office. "Cheers," they said in unison, the toast a dark vow to bring the Kims to their knees. The clinking of glass sounded like the toll of a death knell, echoing in the otherwise silent room.

After taking a long sip, Yea-So's smirk deepened. He set his glass down with a decisive thud, leaning back in his chair as he spoke with cold conviction. "You escaped Kim's curse once," he said, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. "But how will you escape my hatred? I'll take everything from you-the company, the mansion... every piece of wealth and power that bears the Kim name." His smile widened into a malicious sneer. "And I'll even snatch your Omega away from your home."

The thought of taking everything, of watching the mighty Kim family crumble, filled Yea-So with a twisted sense of satisfaction. He had waited so long for this moment, for the chance to strike where it hurt the most. His father's approving nod only fueled his hatred further.

With a dark chuckle, Yea-So leaned back, raising his glass once more in a mocking salute to the Kims' downfall. "They won't know what hit them," he said coldly, and the sinister laughter that filled the room was like the echo of a storm gathering on the horizon.