black hearted | tk (on hold)

Quatre.

We all are searching
for someone whose demons
plays well with ours.

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It was early morning when the sun rose, casting light across the sky and brushing away the remnants of night. Clouds drifted lazily across the bright blue expanse, momentarily dimming the sunshine. Butterflies danced with the breeze, their vibrant wings fluttering in the warm air. The day was cheerful and alive, but in Taehyung's bedroom, a heavy atmosphere lingered.

The night had been restless; Taehyung had woken up from a nightmare and couldn't bring himself to sleep again. He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind occupied by lingering thoughts from the previous evening.

A soft knock on the door broke the silence, pulling him from his thoughts. He assumed it was his mother, probably there to apologize for last night. But to his surprise, it was someone else.

Taehyung’s P.O.V.

When I heard the knock, I figured it was my mom, here to apologize before heading off to work. I ignored it at first, hiding under the blanket until I heard a familiar voice calling my name.

It’s Jimin!

I jumped out of bed, hurried to open the door, and pulled him into a hug before he could react. Jimin seemed startled, but I couldn’t help it—he’s the only one who never leaves.

“T-Tae, I’m drenched in sweat—”

“I don’t care,” I replied, squeezing him tighter. After a moment, he relaxed and returned the hug, making me feel grounded.

I smiled, breaking the hug as I grabbed his wrist and led him inside my room. I let out everything I’d been holding in, ranting about how my parents had let me down again. Jimin listened patiently, his expression sympathetic, even though he couldn’t do much to change things. But his presence alone was enough to lift my spirits.

To cheer me up, Jimin began sharing funny stories, like how he accidentally splashed water on other gardeners instead of the plants or the time he tripped over flower pots. The garden was where he worked, after all. His stories were so absurd that I found myself laughing until my eyes watered. Jimin always knew how to bring a smile to my face—that’s why we were best friends.

Our moment was interrupted by a loud knock, and we both turned to see my mom standing in the doorway, holding a large tray. As she walked toward us, I looked down, suddenly finding my toes fascinating.

“Jimin, can you please give us a minute?” she asked gently.

“Y-yes, Mrs. Kim. I-I was just leaving,” Jimin stammered, flashing me a smile before he left.

Mom took a seat beside me on the bed, placing the tray next to her. It held my favorite breakfast and a glass of orange juice. Mrs. Park, our housekeeper, must have prepared it.

“I made this… for you,” she said softly, reaching out to stroke my cheek. Her loving gaze and warm smile made it impossible to stay angry. After all, she’s my mother.

“Thank you, Mom,” I replied, smiling back at her. She chuckled, feeding me breakfast as I gladly accepted each bite.

“I have something to tell you,” she said, placing the empty plate aside. Her expression turned anxious, which made me nervous.

“Remember the surprise we talked about yesterday?” she asked. My ears perked up, eager to hear more, and I nodded.

“So… the day before your birthday, your dad’s assistant, Mr. Jeon, and his wife were murdered.” I gasped, feeling a pang of sadness even though I had never met them. My eyes started to fill with tears, but my mom wiped them away before they could fall.

“Honey, listen to me. Mr. and Mrs. Jeon had a son, and now that they’re gone, he has no one left to take care of him,” she explained. The thought of him all alone tugged at my heart.

“And he’ll be staying with us. He’ll be like your stepbrother, Tae. That’s your surprise. I know you’re more interested in arts than business, so when he grows up, he could take over the business,” she added. I stayed quiet, processing her words.

I had mixed feelings. I was glad my parents were helping him during such a tough time, but I also felt a pang of disappointment. They had made this life-changing decision for me without any warning, disguising it as a ‘surprise.’

“He’s downstairs in the living room. Go wash up, and I’ll wait here to introduce you both, okay?”

“Okay.” With a sigh, I got up and dragged myself to the bathroom. The least I could do was try to make him feel welcome.

After all, none of this was his fault.