Here We Go Again | kth ✵

So What『Section 23』

So What『Section 23』

Now that I thought about Anha's plan, it seemed to make more sense. If everyone was going to be at this event, then that would mean the company building would be completely empty, which would be the perfect chance to find evidence.

After we had discussed more information about the case, I felt like I had put my hands into the wrong box. With all the gang affiliations and past activities of the notorious duo, I knew I had opened up the Pandora box of my life. On top of that, I had agreed to help Anha out, which guaranteed me a place in line for death.

Their history was more complicated than I had expected. 

Taehyung and Jimin were orphaned as children and they came together as little boys. Finding each other's tattered souls, they found a bond in each other that welded them together forever. 

They grew up together and they eventually became rich together.

Caught up in teenage stupidity and bad influences all around them, they ended up joining a gang.  Both started out as members of the gang, and eventually, they were able to take overthrow their boss, taking over the whole gang.

They overthrew their boss by...killing him. 

As in, their boss was not alive anymore.

Which meant that they were murderers. 

Now the fear had really started to sink in.

As I stared at the ceiling, lying on my back, a million thoughts flew through my head. While I was absorbed in my own world, a ring brought me back to reality, or a nightmare I should say.

I rolled off my bed to answer the door. Who could it even be at this time? It was midnight. Unlocking my door, I opened it to see a sliver of who was outside.

"Mr. Kim? Oh come in", I stuttered, opening the door widely so he could step in. And as soon as he did, I could smell the familiar stench of alcohol on him as he roughly pushed past me, knocking me to the side. Yup, he was crazy drunk.

I closed the door as he stumbled into my house, landing on the sofa. Everything about this was wrong, there was a killer in my house, and he was my boss.

My hands started to tremble as I stalked towards him, feeling sick in the stomach. There were so many possibilities, but I really didn't want to be killed in my own house. For some reason, my mind quickly dismissed that thought. 

"Mr. Kim, what are you doing here?", I asked, lifting him up and sat him up straight.

His straight face faltered into a pout. He stuck out his bottom lip, making want to scream because it was driving me that crazy. "Mina, baby, I told you not to call me that...My name is Taehyung, repeat after me...Taaeeehyung", he slurred, grabbing my chin with his calloused fingers.

I hesitated, getting lost in his dark eyes. The cold touch of his fingers on my heated face felt chilling. 

Blushing in return, I struggled to say his name, "Uhh...T-t-taehyung". His face was way too close for my liking, and I could feel his hot breath bounce off my lips.

"That's more like it", he said letting go of my chin. I shrunk back into the couch as his cold fingers left my searing skin. 

Feeling flustered, I tried to escape. "Stay here, I'll go get you some water", I scurried away from him. I could hear his deep chuckles from behind, which gave me more of a reason to run.

I poured him cold water so he could sober up a little. Sitting down next to him, I held the glass up to his mouth. Tilting it up so the water would slide down his throat, I patted his back, holding him in place.

When he finished drinking, I set the glass on the tea table in front of me and swiveled around to look directly at Taehyung. When he was drunk, his expression was more relaxed, as well as his personality. Though his eyes still had just as much as a strong presence, it wasn't like he was glaring at me.

He scooted closer to me, trying to get a better look at my face. He leaned in, inspecting my face, almost like a little kid. Slowly, both his hands started to encompass my face, causing my stomach to light up with fireworks. There was no way I could ever get used to the feeling that consumes me whenever he touches me.

"Mina, you're so pretty. In fact, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on. Most important of all, your heart is big, big enough to love someone as horrible as me", he hummed, running a slender finger down the bridge of my nose. His voice came out raspy and hoarse, fanning against the side of my burning cheek. 

As for me? I was completely breathless. No one had ever told me that. 

No one. 

In the moment, I felt like the happiest girl in the world.

Wrapping his arms around me, he buried his face into the crook of my neck. Against my bare skin, I could feel every inch of his face. From the sharp tip of his nose to the slight dampness of his plump lips, I felt everything.

"I really wanted to take you to the party tomorrow. I'm sorry. I've done something terrible. I shouldn't have asked her. It's ok if you're mad at me", he hugged me even closer to him, asking me for forgiveness.

"Oh. Um, it's ok. I'm not mad", I awkwardly assured him, running a hand down his back. Almost as if his whole world had lit up, he pulled away from me and flashed his bright smile at me.

If I hadn't fallen for him before, I did now. His eyes formed cute crescent shapes and his lips formed a rectangle box around his teeth. He looked like a little kid who opened his Christmas present, and the smile on his face made my insides melt.

"Really?", he giggled. I nodded back to him. However, as if this wasn't enough, the next thing he did blew me out of the water.

This motherf*cker really just kissed me. On the mouth.