Fault [taekook]

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Here we go—

"Sir! Mr. Lee's payment was stopped midway, just before he tried to withdraw the cash. Your account was flagged!"

One of the guards informed Taehyung as he sat in his study, holding his son in his arms. He didn't look up, his gaze fixed on the child rather than the man speaking to him.

"Clear his payment."

He chuckled softly, watching as the baby slept soundly in his embrace. The man nodded in understanding, waiting for further instructions.

"Sir, you should talk to your father. If things continue like this, your name will be affected."

Taehyung nodded silently, and the man left, leaving him alone in the quiet room.

It was 3:00 PM, and the mansion was eerily silent. The air felt heavy as Taehyung stepped into their bedroom.

He walked to the bed quietly, placing the baby down carefully and securing the sides with pillows. Sitting beside Jungkook, who was fast asleep, his gaze fell on the different bottles of medicine lined up on the nightstand. He picked up one and found it still sealed—just like every other day. Jungkook hadn't touched them.

His eyes moved to the pale figure lying in front of him, breathing softly. He reached out, gently patting Jungkook's head, feeling the weight of unspoken emotions pressing against his chest. His tears threatened to fall, but he quickly composed himself.

Ensuring both Jungkook and the baby were comfortable, he stood up quietly and left the room, returning to his study in silence.

One thought consumed his mind—Jungkook. What should he do? And now, his parents were another problem.

Taking a deep breath, he picked up his phone and, in a low voice, asked,

"Hello, Appa. Why did you block all my transactions?"
A cigarette rested between his fingers as he sat alone in the dark room, waiting for an answer.

"You know it taehyung!"
His father reply in a crisp tone.

"I can't do that, and I have the equal rights on company as you!"
Taehyung try to be calm as ash dropping on the wooden floor.

"If you can't leave that slut! I will not gonna let you touch my money to so end on that whore!"
His father yell, cursing jungkook as taehyung grind his teeth.

"Use your words wisely appa— he is my husband, he give birth to my son!"
Taehyung said as he crush the cigarette in his palm!

His father sigh as he yell,
"We thought you just want to play with that slut but now you have a baby with him, what a use less creature you creat— I never expect this from you my son"
He said in a shameful tone as taehyung reply.

"your son appa? The one you leave at home for months or years — I am the useless creature you creat,"
Taehyung mummble as tears flot in his vision.

"Try to understand taehyung, sluts are made to only get used and throw, they are not made to decorate in homes!"
His father try to explain as taehyung yell,

"Don't dare to call him that when you are a menwhore."
He punch the wall hard in front of him as blood filled in his eyes,

"I know how to deal with you and who can deal with you Mr Kim!"
He muttered under his breath as he punch the wall one more time and yell—

"Don't dare to call him that again or I will not think who you are."
He end the call as began to punch hard in the wall continuously, until it start blessing.

"What are you doing? Taehyung!"
Anjuma yell, pulling him back as she look at the blood on the wall and his injured hand, she lock the door as she sit down holding his hand in her sobbing.

"What are you doing? Huh?"
She asked as she look at exhausted blank face of his.

"Taehyung baby please don't let it happened to yourself !"
She hug him as she sob.

"Anjuma, I never thought tha-t he will become my weakness."
He confessed, as hie just stare at the door.

"From childhood I was clear about my every decision that involves him, I am never have any doubt about him."
He look at her,

"But now I have to think it, I don't want anything except him but now I want my baby as well— I am afraid to die now that what will happened to him if we or I left or die."
Tears began to fell from his tiered eyes as he try to speak,

"Kookie was broken, he don't have any reason to live and I give him another reason to die."
He wipe his tears harshly,

"Appa told me to leave him if I want this lifestyle."
He look at the luxuries room and the table harshly which didn't even move a bit but hurt his feet.
"I don't want it but I can't leave it until I meet tha jung uhn. Anjuma you know it right, I don't want anything— I just want him and my son but—"
Taehyung cover his mouth and sob, hicupping,

"He hate him, he- hat-s our son!"
He cover his mouth as he sob, anjuma look at him helplessly, she try to calm him as she hug him.

"Everything will be fine taehyung, talk to him— he loves you and no mother can hate there kid."
She cup his face wipe the tears gently as she kiss his face softly.

"Talk to your hyung, he will help you."
Anjuma suggested as taehyung look at her nodding.

"Sit here, you are bleeding."
She try to sit him down on the couch as she take out the first aid kit, taehyung look at her trembling hands which are wrapping the bandage around his hand as anjuma silently cry.

"I was so angry!"
Taehyung try to explain, he get silent when he heard the sob.

"Don't hurt yourself, don't hurt! I don't have power to saw you suffer anymore."
She cry as taehyung hug her, wiping her tears.

"I can't watch my son to suffer I am suffering enough to saw jungkook like this,"
She joint her palms together in front of him as she beg—
"Let me die peacefully taehyung, don't hurt yourself my son I can't bare it."
Taehyung nod as he try to calm her down.

"Hyung"
Taehyung says in the next second as the call get picked up!

"Is everything okay! You are calling this late? Jungkook is fine?"
Taehyung uncle's son ask as taehyung smile when he heard the background noises.

"I need your help hyung!"
Taehyung explain as his brother agree to come, Seoul!

Who is coming??

To be continued.....