In which we learn something about his past
It all began when Taehyung was just seventeen.
His parents had died when he was five, and since then, he’d lived with his grandmother on a modest farm. The small patch of land was just enough for the two of them to live a humble, decent life. With the money they earned, Taehyung was able to attend high school in Daegu.
But life has a cruel way of testing those who deserve kindness the most.
His grandmother died of a stroke when he was seventeen. Suddenly, he was alone—truly alone—in a vast world full of strangers. It was then his life took a devastating turn.
That’s when he met Hwang Hye Soo, a wealthy pervert who became obsessed the moment he laid eyes on Taehyung’s beauty.
Hye Soo was in his mid-forties. Handsome, muscular—and a predator. At first, he stalked Taehyung quietly, showing up wherever he went. Taehyung tried to ignore him, believing it would discourage the man. But Hye Soo mistook silence for permission. His obsession only grew.
The stalking escalated to late-night phone calls, vulgar texts, and relentless harassment. He would tell Taehyung to join him in bed, to be his "pet." It was disgusting—traumatizing. And when it became unbearable, Taehyung did the only thing he could.
He filed a complaint.
But justice didn’t come. Hye Soo had connections—powerful ones—in politics, business, even the mafia. The system turned on Taehyung. He was painted as a gold-digger, an opportunist trying to seduce a powerful man for money.
No one believed him.
No one helped him.
When he was sexually assaulted—repeatedly—he screamed, cried, begged... but not a single soul reached out.
His childhood was stolen from him.
He never experienced what other teenagers did. No carefree laughter, no dreams of first love or wild ambitions. Just survival. Pain. Silence. He was forced to grow up while others still played with toys.
But he never broke.
Through storms and sorrow, he stood—bruised, but proud.
He longed for many things: love, affection, warmth. But those were always out of reach. Still, somehow, he found the strength to offer those very things to others. Despite everything, he remained kind.
Eventually, he left that haunted town. He rented out the farm and his grandmother’s house, using the money to move to Seoul and rent a small apartment.
He thought it would be a fresh start.
But Seoul brought its own hell. At least he was free of that man—for now.
The rent income wasn’t enough. He had bills to pay, and tuition. Determined, he enrolled in Seoul National University, majoring in business.
He applied for countless jobs, often landing them quickly—because of his face, not his skills. They only ever saw his beauty, never his talent. More empty promises. More leering eyes. He began to loathe his appearance—loathe what it invited.
He jumped from company to company, desperately searching for one where his talent would be recognized.
And finally, one day, it happened.
He saw a job posting for a secretary position at Jeon Corp. He applied immediately.
There, he met Jeon Joshua, the CEO, and Min Yoongi, the executive director—two men who saw him for who he truly was. They respected him. Encouraged him. Valued his mind, not his face.
For the first time in years, Taehyung felt seen.
And now, here he was—about to become the personal secretary of Jeon Jungkook, the heir to Jeon Corp.
The next chapter of his life was about to begin.
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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...
