a collection of #PROMPTS & mini stories

87 - Mr Nanny #TaeKook

Kim Taehyung pulled his SUV up to the big black iron gates that protected his mother's estate. 

He punched in the code she'd given him, and, after the gates opened, drove along the winding lane, not surprised that nothing had changed.

The leaves on the tall trees that lead to the mansion had turned red, yellow and orange, the way they always did in October in Seoul. The brown and grey stone mansion, his childhood home, looked exactly as it had on his eighteenth birthday when he'd run away.

He'd left because his life was a mess. 

A rope of days, months and years braided together with betrayal and lies. 

Ironically, he was returning for the same reason.

The woman he'd thought was the love of his life had left him when she realized she was pregnant with his twins. She'd never loved him, only used him as a stepping stone to get where she wanted to be in her career. 

Nine months later, she'd had their babies and seemed to mother them adequately for six or so months. Then suddenly two weeks ago, she'd brought them to his house and said she didn't want them back.

Odd that it took her giving up the kids to reinforce the valuable lesson he'd learned when he'd discovered his adoptive father was his biological father.

People couldn't be trusted. 

Most looked out for themselves.

He should have remembered that when she told him she'd only been with him to use him but, no.

He'd held out hope that even if she didn't love him, she could love their kids - He was an idiot.

He pulled the SUV in front of one of the garage doors, clicked off the ignition and jumped out. As if she'd been waiting for him, his mom hurried over.

"Taehyung, darling!"

Her snow-white hair was cut short in an elegant style. Her black trousers and black turtleneck with pearls made her look like the socialite that she was. She enfolded him in the kind of embrace only a mother can pull off without looking foolish. 

When she stepped away, her eyes were filled with tears. "I'm so glad you're home."

 He cleared his throat, he wished he could say the same, but the truth was he wasn't happy to be here. 

He wasn't happy he couldn't handle his twins. 

He wasn't happy his babies' mother didn't want to be in their lives. 

He wasn't happy that every person in his life hurt him, cheated him or lied to him.

Except for Kim Se-ah. 

The devoted wife his father had tricked into adopting him.

A woman who, even once she'd found out he was her husband's illegitimate son, hadn't stopped loving him.

"It's good to be home."

Okay. 

That was a bit of a lie but how could he tell the happy woman in front of him the truth? That this house reminded him of a dad who couldn't be trusted.

That his life sucked… He couldn't.

Se-ah clapped her hands together, "So let me see them!"

He reached for the back door of the SUV just as a tall coconut head walked out of the mansion.

He would have been lying if he said he didn't notice his face was pretty.

Big brown eyes, a straight nose with a bump and reddish-pink lips always added up to a pretty and cute combination but he wore a plain white blouse, grey pants and ugly, truly ugly, black shoes.