There's no mercy when I f*ck you pretty one. Dominance is what I CRAVE the most."
Synopsis :
A tragic love story of a boy who fell in love with a wrong one who tainted his mind with his own cunning lust that was carried forward by the tough male...
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Taehyung and his entire family have moved to London. Y/n attempted to contact Namjoon, but he changed his number, so she never contacted him again. Meanwhile, Jin was the sole one communicating with Y/n and Taeho. Y/n had been pursuing her medical degree for around seven months, while Taeho was attending acting classes. Taeho was a diligent and composed young guy. Even though the blood in his veins belonged to a feared Mafia boss, Taeho was opposed to violence and wanted to live a calm and distant life. He was an introvert, like his own father, but this guy enjoyed reading and spent the majority of his time at the library. He was currently working part-time as a waiter in a nearby French restaurant after classes. Taehyung insisted he not do so, but Taeho wanted to do something for himself and make his own money, a sentiment that echoed Taehyung's adolescence and paved the way for Taeho to get a part-time job.
"Hey waiter, can I get an umm....."
Taeho approached the middle-aged man, who was reading a book. "Yes sir, how may I help you?"
"Jungkook?" The middle-aged man gasped as he adjusted his reading glasses again.
"Pardon me, sir. I am not Jungkook." Taeho gently responded.
"Are you perhaps related to Jeon Jungkook?"
"I supposed you mistook me for somebody else."
"No. Take a seat here." Taeho pulled up a chair and sat down with the mystery man. "You look just like my departed brother. You have the same brilliant, innocent doe eyes, dusky skin, piercing gaze, plump nose, and lips. Only the scar, the one on the cheek, is missing."
"Sir, would you like to order something? I can't sit here for too long; my supervisor is monitoring me." Taeho educated the stranger.
"Are you Taeho?" The question knocked him off guard.
"I'm Taeho. Kim Taeho." He spoke proudly.
"Perhaps you are Y/n's son?"
"How do you know my mother?" Taeho questions.
"Do you remember Jeon Jungkook?"
"Do I know you mister?" Taeho was irritated, and the look on his face was the same as when his real father was annoyed, and the mystery man laughed.
"Yes, please. I'm Namjoon, your awesome uncle. They call me Joon. You were very small when we met Taeho. Now look at you, you're as tall and handsome as my Kookie."
"Kookie? Is that what you called my Aappa?" Taeho eventually blurted out.
"So, you remember Jungkook. I chat with Uncle Jin, and he talks about you. I'm sorry, but after Y/n killed your father, I didn't have the strength to confront her. I understand she was upset with him and everything, but she could have returned my little brother to me. I was delighted to care for him rather than kill him."
Taeho had tears in his eyes now. "I miss Aappa. But I don't want to hurt Maa or Taehyung Aappa."
"By the end of the adventure, Y/n had found the one man she genuinely loved. I suppose it was meant to be like this." Namjoon removed his glasses to wipe away the warm tears on his cheeks. "Taeho, you are the reason that Y/n and Jungkook remained together. And I must tell you, young man, that your Aappa loved you. He took every precaution to protect you and Y/n. Never forget him, Taeho."
