Covetous | Kim Taehyung

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CHAPTER 2
Hidden Thoughts

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| Taehyung's POV |

I left her there, confused. She looked adorable.

Too bad she's not mine.

I want her.

I want her so bad to the fact that its killing me.

I've never wanted anyone as much as I want her.

What's worse is that I can't do anything about it.

She belongs to him.

The moment I laid my eyes on her, something inside of me ignited. I got so fascinated by her. To my dismay, I found out that she was going to be my brother's wife.

It pissed me off. My brother seems to have it all.

My brother has everything.

I kept asking myself why did she have to marry him and not me. But then again, he is the favored one. He's the favorite son.

But still.

I have to have her.

She doesn't even look happy with him. Whenever our families spend time with one another, I can see that she's just putting up an act. She's trying to make it seem like she's having the time of her life when in reality, she's not.

She may be able to fool them, but not me.

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| Yunhee's POV |

I'm currently in my office working on a pile of paperwork. The fact that I have this awful headache right now is not helping either.

I scan through the files and suddenly remembered that I have to show them to Jinwoo.

"Oh I almost forgot. I should show this to him now." I grab the files and head out of my office.

As I was walking through the halls, someone greeted me.

"Good morning, Mrs. Kim."

"Good morning to you too Hoseok." I smile at him.

"Oh..um are you on your way to Mr. Kim's office?"

"Yes I am. I actually have to show him some important files."

"Well um...I could just give it to him Mrs. Kim. I was heading there anyway." Hoseok says with a hint of uneasiness.

"Uh...are you sure? It looked like you were headed the other way." I ask him. Why is he acting a little strange?

"Yes I'm sure. Oh and the thing is...um..I was already heading to your office to ask about the files because he..he sent me to get them from you." Seriously, why is he acting weird.

I decided to let it go and just give him the files. I didn't want to think too much about it.

"Okay then. Here you go." I give him the files. He bows then walked away.

I head back to my office. Once I'm inside, I take a seat and worked through some more paperwork. As I was casually writing and scanning through the papers, I stopped and thought about the occurrence with Hoseok.

Why did it seem like he didn't want me to see Jinwoo?

Sigh.

Maybe I'm just overthinking.

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I look at the clock on the wall.

9:50 pm.

I'm finally done working but the headache is still there for some reason.

I stand up and grab my things before heading out. There weren't many people left so it was kind of quiet.

I was about to leave the building but a thought came to my mind.

Should I see if Jinwoo's still here?

Before even answering my own question, my feet was already walking to his office. When I reached his door, I was about to knock but I stopped myself before I could.

Was I hearing...a girl giggling?

I started feeling uneasy and thought twice about knocking.

In the end, I walked away. I think my headache got worse since my mind was playing games on me making me hear things.

When I got inside my car, I just sat there for a moment.

"You were just hearing things Yunhee. It was nothing." I told myself. I shaked the feeling off and just drove home.

At last, I'm finally home. I'm ready to sleep.

I parked my car and headed inside. I walked in and saw Taehyung sitting on the couch.

He looked...enticing.

Suddenly, I remembered what he said this morning.

"Cute.." I mumbled to myself.

He looked towards my direction.

"Oh you're back. And what did you say? I couldn't hear you." He said.

"Oh uh...nothing. Is Jinwoo home?" I asked him.

"Don't know." He shrugged and looked away.

"Okay well, I'm heading upstairs. Goodnight." I started walking away.

"Goodnight beautiful."

I stopped in my tracks. I was dumbfounded at what he just said. I turned to face him but he was already gone.

Kim Taehyung, what are you doing?

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"Don't confuse LUST with LOVE."

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