The next morning, taehyung was woken up by rapid knocks on the bedroom door.
He opened his eyes drowsily and yawned. In an unhappy voice, he said, “Who is this?”
“It’s me.” Hoseok's agitated voice could be heard from outside.
“What is it?” taehyung picked up his phone from his pillow side. He checked the time. “You’re waking me up at six in the morning. Are you crazy?”
“It’s not early anymore. Usually, we have morning training at 5.30 a.m. Quickly get up. I promise you’ll be so excited that your sleep will vanish!” Hoseok's voice was slightly loud.
Taehyung had no choice but to get dressed and open the bedroom door.
Hoseok spoke with anticipation in his voice. “Taehyung, the winning numbers from last night’s lottery are out. Guess what? The tickets you bought have won the grand prize. I wanted to wake you up late last night to tell you this. I’ve been holding it in until now. It really wasn’t easy.”
“Oh.” He yawned lazily. “I won the grand prize. But why are you so agitated?”
“Umm, I remember you bought a stack of tickets, right?”
“Yeah. I bought seventeen of them with identical numbers. I spent six dollars eighty cents in total.”
“All seventeen lottery tickets were bought with the same number?”
“En.” He nodded his head
“Ahh, I’m going crazy!” Hoseok appeared as though he could not breathe. “One ticket is worth eight hundred thousand dollars. You actually spent six dollars eighty cents and won more than thirteen million dollars!!!”
He wanted to tell him that he also rescued the Choi Group’s Director, Choi byungho, and sold him some information to earn a lot of money.
If hoseok about that, would he collapse on the ground in shock?
“Oh.” Taehyung twirled his hair between his fingers. “So, I won the grand prize.”
“I got it.” He had bought the tickets based on his previous memories. He naturally knew he would win the grand prize.
Hoseok stared at him in disbelief. “You won more than thirteen million, ah. Why don’t you look excited?” From his reaction, one would think that it was an insignificant amount.
“Aiyayayaya! I’m especially happy!” Taehyung pretended to dance in joy for a moment. “Is this enough?”
Hoseok “...”
“Do you still need anything else?” he asked.
Hoseok fiddled with his hands in embarrassment. “That... previously, didn’t you say that you spent forty cents on one ticket, and that you’d sell one to me?”
He stared at him warily. “What are you trying to say?”
“Haha, naturally, refusing would be impolite. I’ll buy it from you with forty cents, ah.” He brought out a few coins and placed it in his palm sincerely.
With a shy smile, he offered them to him. “Here.”
“Fuck off...” Taehyung rolled his eyes. “I remember you telling me that even if you have the money, you’ll never buy the ticket from me. You claimed that the tickets were poisoned...”
“Err, I was blind and looked down on you. I never expected you to be so lucky!” Hoseok immediately clasped his hands together.
“I declare that your tickets don’t have any poison. In fact, they carry their own fragrance, akin to tickets blessed by heaven. They smell wonderful...”
“Alright, alright.” Taehyung patted him on the shoulder.
He said slowly and seriously, “Little jung ah, an opportunity that has passed won’t return. Before the results were announced, I offered to sell it to you for forty cents and you refused. At that time, didn’t you appear very certain of your decision? Now, the results are out and forty cents have become eight hundred thousand dollars. If you were in my place, would you sell the tickets for their original price?”
He immediately shook his head. “No.”
Taehyung nodded and continued. “I wanted to help you strike it rich. Unfortunately, you don’t seem to have the luck. In that case, you can only remain poor.”
“I’m working for Boss. I’m not poor...”
He scanned his face and tutted. “Looking at your sorry appearance, I feel great!”
Hoseok appeared as though he was mourning his parents’ death. “Missing out on eight hundred thousand, I feel regretful to the point of wanting to die!”
“Hahaha! I love this look of yours. Who asked you to call me Fattie Kim? See what happened, I really became fat. My trousers are filled with money. You really blessed me with your words.”
“Hmph.” hoseok was extremely envious.
“Don’t be too happy. You win some, you lose some. Since you’ve become rich, you’ll definitely suffer in terms of your appearance. You’ll only become fatter and uglier.”
“Little jung, ah. Your mouth has lost its power.” He sighed.
“I’m afraid I’ll only let you down. You want me to become ugly, but I’ll become beautiful. You want me to gain more weight, but I’m certain you’ll witness me becoming thin.”
He turned and headed to the side of the room. Can you see a weighing scale here? He stepped on it and said happily, “Do you see the number? 89.5 kilograms.”
“You sure have the face to say it.” The disdain on Hoseok's face could not be concealed. “I’ve never seen anyone as fat as you. If you convert that, it’s 179 catties! I won’t be surprised if you die from being fat.”
“I weighed 187 catties a week ago. I’ve already lost 8 catties in the past few days!” Taehyung responded happily. “This means I’ve taken the first significant step in my endeavor to lose weight.”
“No matter how much weight you lose, you’ll never become a slender and virtuous man.” Hoseok's heart was bleeding. His eight hundred thousand...
“I lost 8 catties without even exercising. Say, if I start to exercise, wouldn’t I lose even more weight?” He walked out and descended the stairs happily.
“I’m going for a run for two hours. Afterward... when the lottery center is open, this queen shall go and collect his grand prize. Of course, I’ll have to cover myself up fully. I’ll dress up as Spiderman. Otherwise, god knows who may rob me. Hahaha...”
Hoseok at his receding back. He was really bleeding with envy.
He was a veteran who had been buying lottery tickets for the past ten years. He bought one every week but only ever won five dollars. Why were their luck so incomparable?
Taehyung would never tell him he had experienced these events before, and knew the winning numbers for this week.
Unfortunately, this was the only opportunity he had. He hadn’t paid much attention to the other winning numbers.
After changing into a set of casualwear, taehyung went for a run around the Jeon Villa.
The Jeon Villa covered a significant amount of land. It was not as small as any normal villas.
There was a pool, a garden, a golf course, a private gym, and living quarters for the maids and bodyguards... he had access to everything he could possibly need.
With his slow pace, one round around the villa would take him thirty minutes to complete.
Taehyung began his morning run. Several hundred meters in, his overweight figure was panting badly.
For the sake of losing weight, he could only grit his teeth and persist. Whenever he lost the strength to run, he would walk. After recovering, he would continue with his run.
Jungkook stood on the second floor’s study room balcony. His cold gaze was fixed attentively on taehyung's figure as he alternated between running and walking.
His bodyguard, hoseok, stood behind him.
Hoseok thought darkly to himself. “That man is so fat. What’s so interesting about him? Boss’s taste is really too unique.”
Hoseok wanted to ask him. “Boss, are you attracted to fat men? If you are, I can help you bring more of them here.”
Jungkook noticed that taehyung was drinking cold mineral water in between his runs and frowned subconsciously.
Two hours later, taehyung returned to the villa’s living room covered in sweat.
Yeji, the maid, immediately brought forward a clean towel.
Taehyung received it and wiped himself dry.
The dining room had already prepared a feast for breakfast.
He scanned the place. “Where’s jungkook?”
“The young master has gone to the company,” yeji responded.
“Oh.” he picked up a french pastry from the dining table and bit into it.
Yeji then spoke up expressionlessly. Mr. Kim, in the future, please do not drink cold water when you run in the morning.”
Taehyung glanced at her. “You don’t seem like someone who would be concerned about me.”
“Young Master instructed me to say so.”
“I see. He’s that concerned about me.” taehyung felt that his breakfast today was especially sweet.
After breakfast, taehyung changed into a different outfit. He made sure to cover himself from head to toe, revealing only his eyes and left to collect his prize. After twenty percent of the sum was subtracted for tax, he had the lottery center transfer the rest of the money to his account.
Post that, he visited a public restroom to change his clothes and took a cab back to the Jeon Villa.
He was really enjoying living at jungkook's place.
He strolled along the villa’s garden. As he neared the main mansion, he saw that jaewon was standing on one of the cobblestone paths beneath the shade.
He was wearing a pink t-shirt with a v-neck collar and had paired it with casual white pants. His figure was slender and tall. Accompanied with his handsome and gentle features, he appeared to be a refined man.
In the past, whenever taehyung saw him, he would often stare at him dazedly.
Right now... all he felt was disgust.
Taehyung pretended not to see him. He did not take a different route though, and walked directly past him.
Jaewon had intentionally positioned himself under the shade, where a little sunlight could reach him, making him appear especially attractive.
Originally, he thought taehyung would reveal his lovesick expression as soon as he saw him.
In the past, didn’t this hideous man always behave like that?
Much to his surprise, taehyung walked right past him.
He stared at him for more than ten seconds, waiting for him to look back. As the distance between them grew, he still did not show the slightest hint of slowing down.
Hence, he had no choice but to speak up. “Taehyung...”
But the fat man did not halt and entered the villa’s living room.
He furrowed his brows in disdain. Could it be that the disgusting man did not hear him?
He could only head into the villa’s mansion.
Inside the living room, jaewon saw that taehyung was nowhere to be found. He asked one of the maids standing there. “Where’s taehyung?”
“He went up to the main bedroom on the third floor.”
Without permission, jaewon could not go up to the second or the third floor. “Please tell him that jaewon is here to visit.”
He did not know where to vent his anger.
In the past, whenever he made a call or left a message, taehyung always dashed out to see him.