𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢-𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔰 ⁽ᵗᵃᵉᵏᵒᵒᵏ ᵒⁿᵉˢʰᵒᵗˢ ⁾

ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ: ʜɪꜱ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ.

He followed. 

Feeling the fresh air of France hit his face, he took off his mask, looking around where the male had vanished, 

He did a 360, eyes gazing at every single person in black until he caught the sight- 

'What the actual fuck-' -he whispered in pure Korean, surrounded by those French people who couldn't understand him either way, and yet a few turned to look at him, 

His feet took him to the alley, in which he saw the particular hooded male being taken to, and there he turned the corner- 

There- 

'Hey-what the hell are you-' 

The woman looks up, and he almost took a step back seeing the psychotic glint in her eyes, 

She seemed crazy, to him, with that wretched smile over her lips painted in maroon, as she pushed back her hair, 

'You are?'-she asked, her voice filled with an unknown attitude, almost making Taehyung scowl, 

He hated people like that. 

And yet his eyes landed on the hooded male, who is crouched against the wall, holding his arms, covering his face, 

His gaze turned to one filled with worry, as he looked up to see the woman kiss her teeth, 

He didn't wait for a second longer, swinging his arm to bring out his phone, 

'Doesn't matter who I am, what matters is the cops are on their way.' 

He lied of course, but not about the cops, for he dialed the number of his guards, letting them know of his location and he saw the woman glare, 

'Go away for it doesn't concern you!'-she spoke in fine French, and he almost smirked, 

'And you think I'd let you have your way troubling someone innocent, yeah?'-he retorts back, a satisfying smirk tugging up at his lips as he stares at the horrified look on her face. 

She seemed French to him and yet he didn't care for he knew the language and the people pretty well, having resided in the same country for over a good five years. 

He stared as the woman pushed back her hair, and seethed looking down at the hooded male, 

'Now you listen to me, if you're not back to the mansion soon enough, I'll fucking kill you.'-she spoke, her tone harsh enough that it left Taehyung to wince and feel bad for the male whoever it was, 

But what was really going on? 

First, seeing the hooded person at his picture display, later seeing him running out only to see him held by a woman and pushed to the alley, and now this- 

He stared with wide eyes as the woman kicked at the male's torso and it wasn't long before he ran up close, 

'How fucking dare you, bitch?' 

The woman was about to retort when they heard footsteps and surely, it was Taehyung's guards, who dashed towards them, and the woman ran in the opposite direction. 

Judging by her outfit, those luxurious heels, and that overcoat, he knew she wasn't someone simple. She was rich. 

And probably a bitch.