Taehyung, the boy of immense beauty we often called an angel—his sun-kissed skin too bright for the night, his ocean-deep blue eyes, slender nose, and rosy crimson lips were the kind that made people lust. His silver hair often cascaded down his nape or was tied in a lazy ponytail.
But beauty wasn’t all he was known for.
Taehyung had a reputation—a cold, rude, sassy attitude that screamed bitchy savage. His office mates knew better than to mess with him. He didn’t bully people unless provoked. So, beware bitches—the king was always on his way.
He was infamous for it.
Just a glimpse of him could make people bow, his intimidating aura demanding submission. People never minded his cold demeanor—in fact, they worshipped it. They said it was his beauty that made him untouchable, their ultimate desire. He could do anything—and they’d still adore him.
But they were wrong.
Taehyung wasn’t the kind of man to use people for gain. Behind the façade was someone softer—a cute, innocent soul who adored cuddles, hugs, kisses, and hot chocolate. But the world wasn’t kind to soft boys. So he built walls, wore masks. Survival demanded it.
Grateful but weary of life, Taehyung had learned his lessons the hard way:
1. Don’t trust anyone.
2. Don’t be soft.
3. His beauty is cursed.
He loathed his beauty.
Because every time he made a new friend or acquaintance, they ended up trying to touch him—lusting, drooling, sometimes even attempting to violate him. It wasn’t admiration; it was objectification.
Coming home to his small apartment after a tiring day, he collapsed on his bed, eyes blankly staring at the ceiling. His thoughts drifted darkly to Hwang Hye Soo’s malicious smirk—yet another reminder of how the world refused to let him live in peace.
His phone rang, breaking the silence.
Without checking the ID, he answered. No one dared to call him at 11 p.m.—no one except his soulmate, Park Jimin.
“Jimin, will you let me sleep?” Taehyung groaned, irritation clear in his voice.
“You brat, I’m your Hyung. When will you learn?” Jimin huffed. He hated it when Taehyung skipped the honorifics.
“If you called just to make me say Hyung, I’m hanging up,” Taehyung snapped.
A sigh came through the speaker, and Taehyung frowned.
“They say Jeon Jr. is returning from London.”
That made him sit up.
“And why are you telling me this?”
“Because Jeon Joshua’s retiring. Jeon Jungkook is taking his place.”
Taehyung groaned. “Okay, got it. Now can I sleep?”
Jimin sighed again. “How can you sleep knowing Jungkook is coming?”
Taehyung’s brow furrowed. “Cut the riddles and tell me what’s going on.”
“Taehyung, this guy’s a perfectionist. Cold. Sharp-tongued. He won’t hesitate to insult anyone. He’s not like the others—you can’t charm your way past him so easily. I’m warning you now: be ready.”
Taehyung’s smirk returned.
Challenge accepted.
He had seen many men like Jungkook before—arrogant, uptight, egotistical. It would be fun wrapping this one around his finger.
Or... would it?
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FanfictionCOMPLETED Taehyung who hated his beauty to the core of hell. Because he believed it was his beauty that made his life a living hell hole. He had a stalker who was obsessed with his beauty. He made his life turn upside down. He raped him, abused hi...
