His Hidden Legacy~ Vhope

Clash at Eclipse Enterprises.

Authors pov

Two days later...

It had been two grueling days of endless rejection. Hoseok leaned against the wall of a supermarket, his hand loosely clutching a bottle of water. His lips were parched, his feet sore, and his spirits sagging under the weight of disappointment.

“Too young,” they said. “No experience,” they added.

He exhaled heavily, brushing his hair back. Honest intentions weren’t getting him anywhere. Maybe it was time to fudge the truth a little.

He wasn't used to this life. He had always gotten everything he wanted, he was born with a silver spoon and now here he was, looking for a job.

Straightening up, Hoseok adjusted his bag and clutched his CV tighter as he wandered aimlessly down the street. It was late afternoon now, the sky tinged with hues of orange and gold. Spotting a trashcan, he tossed the half-empty bottle inside, his eyes scanning the area for any glimmer of opportunity.

Then he saw it: Eclipse Enterprises.

The sign loomed above a sleek building, its bold letters practically gleaming under the sunlight. Hoseok squinted at it, recalling a fragment of a news segment he’d once watched out of sheer boredom. Eclipse Enterprises was a big name, run by some bachelor in his thirties whose name he couldn’t quite recall.

“Well, nothing to lose,” he muttered, crossing the street.

Climbing the stairs to the building, Hoseok took a moment to compose himself, smoothing down his outfit. He had gone for casual but presentable: a crisp white button-up shirt tucked into black slacks, with a pair of polished sneakers that were the best. Simple but neat.

Pushing the doors open, his mouth fell slightly agape. The interior was nothing short of breathtaking—marble floors, shimmering chandeliers, and a reception desk that looked more like it belonged in a five-star hotel.

Gathering his wits, Hoseok approached the secretary, bowing politely and offering a soft smile.

“Good afternoon,” he greeted.

The secretary, a man in his early forties with glasses perched on his nose, glanced up briefly before returning to his screen. “Afternoon. How can I help you?”

Hoseok gulped, straightening his posture. “I’m Jung Hoseok, and I was hoping to apply for a position here. Anything would do, really.”

The man stopped typing, giving Hoseok a once-over. He leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. “Our hiring process requires approval from the boss, and unfortunately, he’s not here right now. He won’t be visiting this branch for another month.”

“A month?” Hoseok’s shoulders slumped.

“You can try coming back tomorrow,” the man suggested. “Maybe something will come up, but no promises.”

Defeated, Hoseok nodded. “Oh… Okay. Thank you for your time.”

He turned and trudged toward the door, opening it with a sigh. His mind was preoccupied with his failures, so much so that he didn’t notice the person coming in until it was too late.

Smack!

Hoseok collided with a firm chest, and the next thing he knew, lukewarm coffee was spilling over them both.

“Shit!” Hoseok gasped, stumbling back. He felt himself falling, everything happening in slow motion. Just as he braced for impact and closed his eyes, a strong arm looped around his waist, steadying him mid-air.

Hoseok blinked up, his wide eyes meeting the sharp, intense gaze of the man who caught him. Confusion and irritation swirled in those familiar eyes.

The man released him abruptly, and Hoseok fell to the floor with an unceremonious thud.

“Seriously?!” the man barked, his deep voice laced with annoyance. “Watch where you’re going! Look at what you’ve done to my suit—and my coffee!”

Hoseok scrambled to his feet, his bottom aching. “Excuse me?” he snapped, glaring at the man. “You bumped into me! And for the record, you’re being a complete jerk!”

The man’s brows shot up. “Jerk? Do you even know who I am?”

Hoseok crossed his arms defiantly. “Do I look like I care? You’re just a guy with an overpriced suit and a bad attitude.”

The man scoffed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m Kim Taehyung,” he announced, as though that name should mean something.

Hoseok blinked, unimpressed. “And I'm Micheal Jackson's son. Never heard of you.”

Taehyung gaped at him. “Never—Are you living under a rock?!”

“Oh, wow,” Hoseok said dryly, feigning awe. “Should I kneel and kiss your shoes or something? Wait—oops! Can’t do that, they’re covered in coffee.”

Taehyung’s jaw tightened. “You’ve got some nerve, you little—”

“Little what?” Hoseok shot back, cutting him off. “Don’t tell me—‘insignificant commoner’? ‘Unwashed peasant’? You’re so predictable.”

“Predictable?!” Taehyung’s voice rose an octave. “You’re insufferable! Do you even own a mirror? You’re walking around in that and daring to insult me?”

Hoseok gasped mockingly. “Wow, a clothing insult? So original. Let me guess—you think you’re God’s gift to Earth because you can afford overpriced coffee and shiny shoes?”

“This isn’t just coffee!” Taehyung snapped, waving at the stain on his suit. “It was a custom blend imported from—”

“Oh, my bad,” Hoseok interrupted. “Let me just cry you a river for your tragic loss.”

Their argument devolved into a volley of insults, each more ridiculous than the last. Taehyung accused Hoseok of being a clumsy child, and Hoseok retaliated by calling Taehyung a pompous “walking credit card.”

By the end, Taehyung’s face was red with frustration, while Hoseok threw up his hands.

“You know what? I don’t have time for this shit,” Hoseok said, brushing past Taehyung.

Taehyung spluttered behind him, still mid-rant as Hoseok walked away without a backward glance.

Hoseok, you're going to regret this😂😌