Trouble Tamer

40. A Gentleman?

The dim room reeked of fear and stale air, the fluorescent lights casting an unforgiving glow on the two figures slumped in chairs at the center. Choi Minwoo and his sister, the receptionist, were still groggy from the sedatives that Jimin had ensured they were given before bringing them here. Their wrists were tightly bound to the metal chairs, preventing any futile attempt at escape.

Taehyung stood a few feet away, his cold gaze fixed on them like a predator watching its prey. His tailored suit was immaculate, his posture radiating control and authority, but the anger simmering beneath the surface was unmistakable.

"Give them a minute," Jimin said quietly, his hands in his pockets as he leaned casually against the wall. His tone was light, but his eyes flicked between Taehyung and the siblings with caution. "The sedative’s still wearing off."

Taehyung didn’t respond. His jaw tightened as Choi Minwoo stirred, groaning softly. A few seconds later, his sister’s eyes fluttered open. It took only a moment for her to process where she was, and her expression morphed into panic as her gaze darted frantically around the room.

"What—" she started, her voice hoarse.

"You should feel honored," Taehyung interrupted, his tone as cold and sharp as ice. "Not everyone gets a private audience with me."

Minwoo groaned again, blinking rapidly as he struggled to focus. His head lifted, and he squinted at Taehyung before scowling. "Who the hell—"

Before he could finish, Taehyung stepped forward, his presence commanding. The sound of his polished shoes against the floor echoed ominously in the small room.

"I’m the man whose husband you thought you could kidnap and threaten," Taehyung said, his voice calm yet laced with fury. "The man whose life you dared to meddle in."

Minwoo’s scowl deepened, but there was a flicker of unease in his eyes as he registered the steely determination in Taehyung’s expression.

"You must think you’re untouchable," Minwoo said, his voice rough but defiant. "Just because you have money and power—"

Taehyung let out a cold laugh, cutting him off. "Money and power don’t make me untouchable," he said, his tone almost conversational. "They make you irrelevant."

The receptionist, who had been silent until now, suddenly burst out, "This is illegal! You can’t just abduct us like this!" Her voice cracked with desperation, but her words only made Taehyung’s smile widen—an unsettling, humorless curve of his lips.

"Illegal?" Taehyung echoed, tilting his head slightly. "Ironic, coming from someone who orchestrated a kidnapping. And for what? Petty jealousy?" His gaze turned to her, and she flinched under its weight. "You humiliated my husband because you were jealous. And when he put you in your place, you ran crying to your brother."

Her face turned red, and she stammered, "H-He—he embarrassed me first!"

Taehyung’s eyes narrowed, and the room seemed to grow colder. "You humiliated yourself," he said sharply. "If you can’t handle the consequences of your actions, you shouldn’t have started this in the first place."

Minwoo, regaining some of his composure, sneered. "And what are you going to do? Beat us up? That doesn’t seem like something a ‘gentleman CEO’ would do."

Taehyung’s smile returned, icy and devoid of warmth. "No," he said simply. "I don’t dirty my hands with people like you." He turned to Jimin and gestured toward the door. "Call in the officers."

Jimin nodded, straightening up and stepping out of the room. A moment later, two uniformed constables entered, their expressions stoic and unreadable.

Taehyung stepped back, his hands sliding into his pockets as he addressed the constables. "Make sure Mr. Choi learns a lesson about respect. But don’t leave any marks," he added with chilling nonchalance. "I don’t want this to interfere with the legal process."

Minwoo’s bravado cracked, and panic flashed across his face as the constables approached. "You can’t do this!" he shouted, struggling against his restraints. "You’ll regret this!"

Taehyung didn’t react to the outburst. Instead, he turned to the receptionist, who was trembling in her chair. "As for you," he said coldly, "you’re going to stay here and think about how far you’ve fallen. You were nothing more than an employee at my company—someone I didn’t even know existed. And now, you’ve ruined your life for something as pathetic as jealousy."

She opened her mouth to plead, but Taehyung raised a hand, silencing her. "Your brother will face the consequences of his actions," he said, his tone final. "And so will you."

As the constables began dragging Minwoo out of the room, his shouts of protest echoing down the hallway, Jimin reentered, his expression thoughtful.

"That went better than I expected," he remarked, leaning casually against the wall again.

Taehyung turned to him, his expression softening slightly. "Make sure the paperwork is clean," he said quietly. "I want this handled quietly, at least for now."

Jimin nodded.

A/n

Ik, I am late. And I am seriously very sorry for that.

I will try to make it up to you all.

For sure, the next chapter is about to be taekook and fluff now