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106: Confrontation

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He's angry.

Far from angry.

Taehyung is fucking livid.

And he was not going to stand by and do absolutely nothing about it.

He's going to get fucking answers.

That's why he's marching out of his car and up to the big mansion that was once his home, shoving past the security guards to go through the front door, heaving eyes glaring all over the expensive looking area.

Looking for one person specifically through the leather furniture and marble statues.

"MOTHER!" He yells angrily, scouring the area with his flaming eyes, "We need to talk!"

That's when he hears it, the clicking of heels.

A familiar clicking.

"What's with all this yelling!"

Taehyung swirls around, eyes hardening the second he meets his mother's gaze walking down the extravagantly large staircase. She's wearing her usual silk dress that stuck to her body like glue, navy blue, gorgeous hair tied up and away from her face in a pretty style that definitely suited her strong facial features.

On a regular day, Taehyung would compliment his mother by telling her how beautiful she looks before the real conversation starts. Just a way to ease any unease tension after he called it quits with the mafia business.

Now his anger intensified.

And he doesn't care.

"Kim Woosung," He growls lowly in utter rage, balling his fists tightly by his sides, "Why is he dead? Segas would not kill anyone unless it's from your order!"

Furious is something beyond what Taehyung feels.

Livid.

Rage.

And guilt.

Segas are laced with his blood, whether he's in this life or not anymore.

His mother purses her red lips, narrowing eyes as she comes down the last steps. Taehyung watches with a glare the way she adjusts her laced black gloves on her thin fingers before moving past him and to the living room.

"I'm glad to see you too son. Your brother is doing great by the way, how generous of you to ask," She remarks sarcastically, tone clearly annoyed and clear like glass.

Such a contrast to Taehyung husky and rough edges on his voice.

He follows after her with a angry scowl, "I asked you a question! Why the fuck is Woosung-"

"Now son," Mother interrupts, eyes now stone cold glaring back at him. The type of coldness as though calculating the perfect time to attack her prey, like a snake, "What is yelling going to achieve? I taught you better than that."

He should've known.

Being hostile will definitely not give Taehyung what he wants.

In order to deal with mother, he has to be patient.

Just as she taught him, "Patience is sweet as tea, but burns when too hot."

He has to calm down because being a hot head will most definitely not do anything for him.

So with this, he takes a deep breath and kneels down to his mother with a head bow, "I apologize for my behavior mother."

Even without seeing her, Taehyung could hear the way she pours her tea on the cup, sipping quietly with a small hum that followed.