SPOILED LOVE [TaeKook FF. jjk. kth]

1.

It has been a nice day and Taehyung was just sitting at the couch of his house's living room. Actually, it is his father's. He doesn't want a separate home for he gets everything here. Everything he needs at any time. Everything he wants at any place. Everything he greeds at any literal manner. Just simply anything at any cost.

He heard some voice approaching from the other end of the room which was practically a hall for a mansion is just way too big and huge for two men and some maids.

The house's floor is filled with tiles of the highest cost and luxury. It is made from Italy from the finest craftsmen. Taehyung can even remember the day their tiles were changed, and the ones from Italy came to their doorstep. The smell of fabulous luxury tiles would always be a mark in Taehyung's mind. Such ravishing memory, indeed.

Their walls, too, have portrayed so much glamour. The richness of its texture and the way it was designed the highest-paid interior designers of the country, all grouped up to make the finest walls that would suit Taehyung's personal taste. Tough work yet it all paid-off. He loves their house.

"By the 9th of the month, you will have your suit fitting for the gala-night. Do you have specific details for your suit?" The woman—with such a slim body, beautiful flawless skin, fair complexion, and soft formal voice— asked, Kim Jaemun's secretary, Ms. Sora.

"No need. I am fine with what he had there. I haven't used the suit that Mr. Gransen sent me last Christmas." The older Kim, Kim Taehyung's father, the owner of Kim Enterprises, said as he walked and Taehyung rolled his eyes upon hearing his statement.

He stood up, his hip's right side slightly higher than the other as he made his way to his father. Sassily walking with such unbearable confidence and poise that's on-point.

"Dad, why do you have to use that? See, it's a gala-night. YOU have to be the most handsome businessman there!" He said with such a proud tone as he pushed the girl away from the side of his father.

He put each of his hands on his father's shoulders and leaned his chin on his right hand, leaning to his father's side. "Don't worry. I, your gorgeous and most pleasing treasure, will make you the man like I am! But of course, I'd still be more beautiful since you're already old but well... you know what I mean."

The man laughed at his son's words and looked at him. He smiled fondly. His son, Taehyung, was such a good boy for he never lets his father down. He wanted him to be always up high and he helps him a lot, even if with the smallest things.

"But Dad~~" Taehyung called in such as sweet voice and tone, clinging unto his father's arms and gave a small cute smile.

"What?" He asked, hinting that he already had an idea with what Taehyung would be asking for.

"I wanna go to the gala-night..."

"What?"

"I" he said and pointed to himself. "Wanna go..." he said and made his two fingers look like a man walking. " To. The. Gala-night." Taehyung said, emphasizing each word and even acted each with his fingers. He smiled and blinked his eyes as he looked at the confused older man.

"Taehyung, you do--"

"Shut up. I'm not talking to you," Taehyung cut Ms. Sora when she but in. Yes, purely rude. He doesn't like her anyway. Not because she was pretty. Not because she had a nice body. Not because she's intelligent and professional. He just hated her. Simply that.

"Taehyung," called his father but the young man just rolled his eyes, whined, and stomped his feet twice. His pout was very very obvious.

And it was cute. Very very.