The Inherited Slave/ Kim Taehyung Fanfiction.

6. Seeds of Manipulation.

At 3 AM, Taehyung stood by the staircase, watching Y/N tirelessly working in the kitchen. She looked ready to collapse at any moment, but Taehyung didn't care. The only thing that mattered to him was his mission.

He glanced at his wristwatch, then back at the girl. The waiting was irritating, but he knew he had to be patient.

After a while, Y/N stumbled towards a tiny room under the staircase. Taehyung instantly knew it was her room. He watched intently, noting every detail.

He waited another 20 minutes, calculating that with her level of exhaustion, she would fall asleep within 15 minutes.

As the clock ticked past 25 minutes, she quietly made her way to her room, gently twisting the door knob and opening the door slightly. Taehyung's eyes narrowed as he prepared for the next step of his mission, knowing that timing was everything.

He immediately locked the door behind him and saw Y/N sleeping in the corner of the room on a worn-out mattress. Aside from her, the room was nearly empty, except for a small cardboard box nearby.

He took a step inside, and suddenly his lighter fell from his pocket, hitting the floor with a sharp clink. The sound jolted Y/n awake, and she immediately stirred, her eyes wide with fear as she looked at him. Taehyung cursed under his breath, clicking his tongue in annoyance. He picked up the lighter and slipped it back into his pocket, then walked closer to her, his face cold and emotionless.

Y/n's heart pounded loudly, fear gripping her. She thought it was one of those situations where male guests would intrude into her room.

As he approached, she scrambled to her feet, stumbling slightly. In a desperate attempt to defend herself, she pulled out a small knife and held it out shakily, her voice trembling as she stuttered, "D-don't c-c-come near m-me."

Taehyung's brow raised as he saw the knife. He chuckled dryly at her weak attempt, noting how badly she was trembling. But he had to admit, he was slightly impressed; she wasn't entirely hopeless.

From a psychological standpoint, her subconscious still reacted to unfamiliar situations, indicating that her brain was still capable of processing and responding. This was promising for what he needed her for. It meant there was a chance of extracting information from her, possibly even manipulating her to his advantage. This was a good sign.

He continued to walk closer to the trembling girl, his eyes never leaving hers.

Taehyung's brow raised as he saw the knife. He chuckled dryly at her weak attempt, noting how badly she was trembling. "Really?" he mocked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You think that little thing will stop me?"

Taehyung's cold demeanor, his sharp features and piercing eyes staring at her, sent chills down Y/n's spine, causing her to cry. His cold gaze and emotionless face only intensified her terror.

Seeing how deeply she was affected, he smirked inwardly. Pathetic weakling, he thought. Purposefully, he took slow, deliberate, and authoritative steps towards her, each one heightening her fear.

The poor girl trembled violently, her terror palpable. Taehyung effortlessly took the knife from her feeble grip and tossed it aside. Leaning in closer, his voice low and menacing, he said, "I'm going to ask you some questions, and you will answer them honestly."

Taehyung's demeanor was cold and imposing as he stared at Y/n, his eyes like steel probing into her frightened gaze. "Who are you really?" he demanded, his voice low and commanding. "And who were your parents?"