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Thirty-sixth Cliché | Taehyung

Taehyung Kim was not known to be a patient man.

I was not known to be a patient man.

But I had promised Mia time. Not a lot but enough time for her to end things with Mark. So far she was avoiding him, but there was a bitter aftertaste left in my mouth knowing that Mia was not wholly mine.

I gritted my teeth as I checked the time. I had given her enough time. I had given her enough chances. I was done. I needed her to start fulfilling the requirements of our deal.

And earlier today had sent me over the edge.

No more.

I had tried being considerate. I tried so hard curving my impatience. I had tried other people's ways.

Now it was my turn. It was my time for my way.

Losing my patience was one thing but Mia was making me lose my cool.

She had too much control, and that was not good. Not for me, I couldn't have that. If she wanted me play with all my cards, I would. The only thing was if she could handle everything if I exposed it to her.

It was honestly frustrating me. Everything about Mia frustrated me. This game that she started and I willingly up-ed was getting harder and harder. I loved a challenge since it was refreshing but my partner was not playing nicely and it pissed me off.

My tongue clicked against the roof of my mouth as I thought about Mia and about what Layla had said.

She had said that I had changed. She had said that I was different from before that there was a change occurring and it would not stop until even I didn't know what I looked like.

I hated that.

Actually more than that, I didn't even understand what Layla meant.

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Knock. Knock. Knock.

I turned around to the wooden door of my room.

"Yes." I replied to the person behind the door and went back to staring at the moon above the darkened sky without much care.

It was not any special from any other night. I heard the lick of the doorknob and the soft footsteps of the person who entered the room. Considering that I was at the main house, there was only one who could enter without much need for announcing her presence.

"..." She did not say anything as she just watched my back.

"What is it, Grandma?" I asked as she only continued to watch me from a few steps behind me. I twisted my body so I could see her.

"Nothing. I just wanted to see my grandson. Is that so wrong?"

"It isn't wrong. I just wanted to know why you are here so late at night?"

"V..."

I blinked as a small smile crept up to my face.

The childhood name that I had yet to hear often because of my insistence to be called by my right name. It was nostalgic since it had been so long since I heard it from anyone, especially my grandmother.

"What is it?" My voice lower and softer as I saw my grandmother and her warm soft eyes. She always had that effect on people and I was not prone to it either.

"Don't take what your grandfather had said too much. He's older and the company is taking a lot of toil on him. I know that he's a bit mean and grumpy but you are my grandson and you belong here." Grandmother came closer as she encircled her arm around me the best that she could with her height. "You're my grandson and that's that."

"Of course." I said, but I bitterly added at the end, despite knowing that it would hurt her, "but I am my father's son."

"You are." Grandmother said softly, her words weaker than usual. I regretted it but my cynical mind did not seem to be receptive of her hurt and pain. "You are also your mother's son. Don't forget that. Sweetheart, there is more to you than meets the eyes. You are you."

I nodded, hoping that would uplift her spirit. It was not as sincere as it should be but I had done my best.

"Goodnight...my little victory." She pecked my cheeks before heading toward the door. She quietly exited and left me to my brooding.

I nodded to no one and sighed as my head took me back to the dinner earlier.

Grandfather's pressures were getting bigger and the animosity between us were only growing. Problems had always existed.

But now, it was just getting worse.

I thought it would get better. But that was then, when I was but a boy. I was not naive anymore. I am not the small child that found happiness in the little things. Things was not the same.

What a pain...

I brushed my hair with my fingers, maybe it was time for a change.

I sighed as I went back to the moon that rose completely above the sky, taking its rightful place.

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