His Hidden Legacy~ Vhope

A Night of Unveiled Fears.

Authors pov

The grand hall was alive with the hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses. Hoseok and Taehyung stood side by side near the center, their sharp suits drawing admiring glances from the crowd. A glass of wine rested lightly in Hoseok’s hand, though he made no move to drink it, aware of the risk it posed to his pregnancy. He felt a wave of discomfort but masked it with a composed expression, glancing briefly at Taehyung, who was engrossed in the host's speech.

Feeling pressed, Hoseok leaned toward Taehyung, his voice soft as he whispered, "I need to use the restroom. I’ll be back soon."

Taehyung hummed in acknowledgment, his gaze flicking to Hoseok. "Don’t take too long," he said, a small smile playing on his lips.

Hoseok nodded and turned, weaving through the crowd with measured steps. He set his untouched glass on a nearby table, unaware of the pair of eyes tracking his every move. After asking for directions, he found the men’s restroom at the far end of the hall. Pushing the door open, he sighed softly, grateful for a moment of solitude.

He quickly entered a stall, finished his business, and stepped out to wash his hands at the sink. As the cold water ran over his fingers, Hoseok’s thoughts wandered, but the sudden pitch darkness jolted him back to reality.

“Huh?” he murmured, his voice echoing faintly in the now-silent room. Before he could react further, strong arms wrapped around him from behind, spinning him around and slamming him against the counter. Pain shot up his spine as the porcelain dug into his back.

“Stop!” Hoseok gasped, his voice trembling as he struggled against the iron grip. Panic surged through him as he felt unwelcome hands roam over his body. “Let me go!” he cried, his voice breaking, but a rough hand clamped over his mouth, silencing him.

Tears blurred his vision as his hands were pinned tightly behind him. Fear and disbelief coursed through him. How could someone be so strong, so relentless?

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Back in the hall, Taehyung scanned the crowd, his brow furrowing as he failed to spot Hoseok’s distinctive red hair. Time ticked on, and his unease grew. Hoseok had said he’d be back soon, but it had been far too long. Something was wrong.

Handing his glass to a confused woman nearby, Taehyung briskly strode toward the restroom. He pushed open the door, his sharp eyes immediately noticing the darkness. Flipping the switch, light flooded the room, revealing a scene that made his blood boil.

Hoseok was pinned against the counter, muffled cries escaping him as Mr. Kline—the man Taehyung had once idolized—pressed against him, his lips violating Hoseok’s in a grotesque display of power.

“Get your filthy hands off him!” Taehyung roared, crossing the space in seconds. Mr. Kline barely had time to react before Taehyung’s fist collided with his face, sending him staggering back.

Hoseok slid to the floor, his body trembling as he covered his face with his hands, sobbing uncontrollably. Taehyung advanced on Mr. Kline, who was clutching his cheek in shock.

“How dare you!” Taehyung spat, his voice laced with venom. “You disgusting excuse for a human being!”

Mr. Kline straightened, a defiant smirk tugging at his lips despite the reddening bruise. “I’ll sue you for this.”

“Try it,” Taehyung snarled. “I’ll ruin your career so thoroughly you won’t even be able to sell pencils on the street.”

The older man faltered at the threat, his confidence wavering. Taehyung shook his head, disgust etched into his features. “I can’t believe I ever respected someone like you.”

Turning his attention to Hoseok, Taehyung knelt beside him, his touch gentle as he ran a comforting hand through Hoseok’s hair. Hoseok flinched, shrinking further into himself. Taehyung’s gaze hardened as he shot a glare at Mr. Kline, who wisely began retreating.

Without another word, Taehyung scooped Hoseok into his arms, cradling him as if he were the most precious thing in the world. Hoseok buried his face in Taehyung’s chest, his sobs muffled but heart-wrenching.

Taehyung carried him out of the restroom and back into the hall. The room fell silent as heads turned, confusion and curiosity evident in the crowd’s expressions. Taehyung ignored them all, his sole focus on the trembling man in his arms. Hoseok’s tears dampened Taehyung’s suit, but he didn’t care.

It was going to be a long night.