I Fell For Kim Taehyung

Plans to Get Home

Taehyung's Perspective

What was I supposed to say? I couldn't determine if his dark, brown eyes were hauntingly terifying or somewhat funny and mischievous. Mr. Kang had a smile that glowed, his head tilted to the side as if awaiting some sort of reaction from me. And that's whenI realized, he was.

"Uh, hi. How-"

"How did I know you weren't Byun Baekhyun? Your cousin? Well, you two may look alike but I know Baekhyun wouldn't be caught dead in sneakers." Mr. Kang laughed, leaning back in his leather chair that creaked. I looked down at my dirty shoes that hadn't even seen the thistles of a toothbrush to clean them back to their natural shade of white. This man was playful, more than I thought as he didn't let the smile falter from his lips. He is still dangerous. Don't let your guard down, a voice whispered in my head and mentally nodded to keep my composure.

"Mr. Kang, I need your help." I blurted out.

"First, call me Daesung, we are basically family," He chuckled. He grabbed for a small, crystal bottle on his desk which held tiny toothpicks. He pulled one out and started to hastily chew on it as if it was the tastiest thing on the planet. "And, second, what might be the help you need? If you want me to help you get a cat out of a tree, you're on your own. I hate heights."

I didn't know how to really reply to that, but I cleared my throat and sighed. I wanted to do everything in my power to accomplish what I had planned today and hopefully, I was able to persuade his mind. I was going to "bat my eyelashes" like she told me, but maybe I could appeal to him by using the same way he was against him. The way Daesung was, we were basically the same; playful and easy going.

"Alright, Daesung," That made him smirk a little as he continued to chew on his wooden stick. "My father, you remember him?"

"Ah, that little blubbering baby that wets himself whenever I am in his presence and desires to have hair like me?" My eyebrows furrowed at his description as no way would my father be like that. He seemed to confuse himself, but blinked a few times and snapped his fingers. "No, wait. That's my chauffeur. Poor bald, little man," He sighed, placing a hand to his chest and faking heart break. "Yes, I remember your dad. That conceited asshole. How could I forget? He turned everyone against me and stole my business."

"Well, he's framed me for what he's been doing. It's some sort of revenge plot," I gulped as he stared at me more, just listening. "As someone as powerful and smart as you, I was hoping you could help." I smiled a little as he did the same, chuckling in amusement.

"Why can't you be my son?" He grinned, pointing the chewed toothpick at me. "Handsome, adorable, and a charmer? All 3 wrapped in one is like the perfect present for any girl," I wasn't expecting any of this when I walked into his office. The way he is acting makes me feel less tense and I thank the heavens that he isn't as scary upfront. But behind the doors, I'm sure he is one intimidating man. "What do you think I can do exactly? I know your father is friends with basically every cop Seoul has to offer and not to mention more money than Kwon Jiyong. You know him right? Handsome guy, dark red hair, tattoos all over and a smirk for days." Daesung stared into nothingness as if Jiyong had a hold on his heart.

"Uh," I chuckled somewhat not sure as to how to start once more. "Yes, I know him, but Mr. Ka-..Daesung, I think you have more influence than my father."

This caught his attention as his dark eyes searched my face, or so I believed as they were basically hidden under his mop of hair. He flicked the toothpick he had been chewing on into the silver bin near him and scooting forward to place his chin on his resting hand.

"Continue, dear. I am listening." His voice was lighter, as if taking on a new persona. My father must have hated being under his rule. My father wasn't one for games or jests as he had a yard long stick up his ass. Daesung was the more teasing type as that would have gotten on my father's nerves. But me? I was enjoying every second as Daesung actually wanted to hear me out.