WHEN SHE BECOMES MINE | KTH ✔

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Taehyung's POV

Plakk

“Just be polite to me, son. Why do you always have to rush to judgment?!” His voice dripped with a mix of frustration and disappointment, slicing through the air like the sharp crack of a whip. The sound of his palm striking my face echoed in the quiet of the waiting room, a stark reminder of the chasm between us.

It happened again. I had merely offered my perspective on the job, sharing the knowledge I had painstakingly gathered, believing it might help. But it seemed dad didn’t care for my input—not at all. The staff had asked for my thoughts, prompting me to speak up, but that only deepened his anger. I could see it clearly in the way his brow furrowed and his jaw clenched; I wasn’t what he wanted, not even close, and I had foolishly hoped otherwise.

“Polite? Is that really what you’re asking for, Dad? It’s the truth I need from you,” I shot back, unable to meet his fierce gaze any longer, my eyes flitting away like shy birds seeking cover.

“Why do you always have to interfere in my business? Just do what I say, and for once, be the polite son I’ve always wanted!” He bellowed, his voice bouncing off the sterile walls of the office, leaving a chill in the air.

I knew I was part of the problem, but it baffled me how he could turn into an emotional fortress when dealing with strangers. This was his company, sure, but what about being a father? Couldn’t he at least pretend to care? I had bent over backward to fulfill his expectations, even though I often detested the path he carved for me. What about my desires? All I yearned for at that moment was a sliver of time to myself, a brief respite from the storm of our relationship.

Ah, life can be such a struggle, can’t it, baby?

“So, what exactly do you want from me, Dad? Should I just stand there like a statue whenever someone asks me a question? You’re so wrapped up in your own world, and you barely let anyone see the real you. You’ve never shown me how to be a great dad! Screw the job—I’m done!” My frustration boiled over as I swung open the door, the heavy wood crashing against the wall, making heads turn in the waiting room. I caught glimpses of awkward glances from familiar faces; I didn’t care. Everyone knew about the iceberg of tension lurking beneath our family surface. I heard him shout after me, but I kept my focus straight ahead, determined to escape the confines of the company.

Forget about the job. Today, I was going to reclaim my freedom, if only for a little while. I hopped onto my motorcycle and sped off, wind whipping through my hair as I headed toward the bar at the edge of the street—a place where I could drown my woes in a cold drink and maybe even find a fragment of joy.

As I rode, a thought crossed my mind. “It’d be a blast to invite Jungkookie.” I muttered to myself, already envisioning the laughter and camaraderie we could rekindle. 

But then, just as I was letting the weight of the day lift, I came to an abrupt halt in front of a stranger who had stepped into my path like a sudden roadblock. A girl clad in a white hoodie that hung loosely over her black pants stood defiantly, her arms stretched wide to block any escape. My heart raced, and I braked hard, struggling to process how this day could possibly spiral down further.

“What the fuck! Who are you?! Who the hell to jump up the road like that? And I don't even know you. Sorry, but I don’t think we’ve ever crossed paths before,” I said, my brow furrowed in confusion, irritation bubbling beneath the surface.

“Not your concern. Just give it back to me,” she demanded, extending her hand in a way that brooked no argument.

What a strange little creature this was