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“What the hell, you're telling me this now?” Taehyung barked into his phone, abruptly standing from his chair. His voice rang sharp in the quiet room, causing the men around the table to glance up from their documents and fall silent.
It was almost midnight. The meeting had been going on for hours, heavy with plans and decisions, but everything stopped the moment Mrs. Choi called.
Taehyung’s jaw clenched as he listened, the rage in his chest simmering into something hotter, darker. He rubbed his temple in frustration, his fingers pressing hard into his skin as the trembling voice of Mrs. Choi came through the speaker.
“M-Mr. Kim… what should we do now?”
His brows furrowed, lips curling into a frown.
“Mrs. Choi, you should have informed me sooner.” His voice dropped, sharper now—controlled, but dangerous.
There was a pause on the other end before she stammered,
“I-I’m sorry, Mr. Kim. Hanni just told me this now, and when I tried calling him… his phone says it’s switched off.”
Taehyung let out a heavy breath and dragged his hand through his hair, his knuckles white from gripping the phone too tightly. His heart was pounding, but his face remained cold.
Namjoon, sitting next to him, watched silently, his brows raised in concern. Across the table, Jin straightened in his seat, clearly sensing the shift in the air. Neither of them spoke—but their eyes followed Taehyung closely.
“Did he told you where he went?” Taehyung asked, voice low but clipped.
Mrs. Choi turned to Hanni, who was standing beside her, clearly anxious.
“Hanni?” she asked softly.
Hanni simply shook her head, her hands fidgeting at her sides.
“No, Mr. Kim,” Mrs. Choi replied gently.
Taehyung’s grip on the phone tightened again as he ground his teeth together.
“You should’ve asked him, Mrs. Choi,” he hissed. “I told you to take care of him. I’m really disappointed.”
There was a beat of silence before her voice returned, smaller this time.
“I-I’m sorry, Mr. Kim—”
A sudden voice interrupted her from the background.
“Mrs. Choi!” a man called out breathlessly. “Look—I found this on the ground, in the back garden.”
Mrs. Choi turned toward the gardener, her breath catching as she saw what he was holding.
“What’s going on, Mrs. Choi?” Taehyung demanded, sensing the shift.
Her voice was panicked now.
“Mr. Kim… it’s Jungkook’s phone. We just found it in the back garden. It’s… it’s broken.”
Taehyung’s eyes widened.
“What?” he whispered.
His free hand reached up again to grip his hair as he took in the words, his mind racing, the worst possibilities clawing their way to the surface.
“Okay, Mrs. Choi. I’ll call you back. If you get to know anything—you inform me immediately.”
“Y-Yes, Mr. Kim,” she replied in a hurry.
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Taehyung ended the call and let out a low, guttural groan, his hand dragging through his hair with frustration. He collapsed into his chair, elbows resting on his knees as he gripped his head tightly.
Jin stepped forward, concern etched into every line of his face.
“Taehyung… what’s going on?” he asked softly.
But Taehyung didn’t answer. His jaw clenched, his eyes fixed on the floor, heart hammering in his chest.
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MY WIFE
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