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Kim Tae Hyung
"what are you doing master?"
shit,
i immediately stand straight and cleared my throat. trying to put my normal aura as if i'm not startled at his sudden appearance.
"why are you still awake?" i glared at him, i know he was trying not to laugh when he caught me at my ducking style walking state.
this shit butler.
"i was about to drink cold water." he eyed me suspiciously,
good thing i wore my robe to hide my leather jacket underneath.
"well, i decide to get milk and apple." i shrug off and start walking at the fridge and open it. grabbing the fresh milk.
"oh is that so" i heard he said at my back, i close the fridge and took out the drinking glass and pour it,
dude, if he was the ordinary butler here, i don't give a shit if he caught me sneaking out to the door.
but he was fucking wasn't.
i love my car and my freaking money to be alive so i won't mess my ass off.
he was my dad's personal butler, or we can call secretary, bodyguard i don't care, all i know is he was my dad's second eye. he knows us so well since he was served when i was still a kid.
"i'll go upstairs, want me to accompany you?" he put the glass at the sink after he's drinking water and turn his head to me, i can see the crinkles on his forehead,
"no thanks, i just finish this." even though i wanted to kick his ass off so that he can immediately fade away, - i can't, i respect him as i respect my dad.
"you still eating like that and drinking milk. still the taehyung I have known. " he laughs, i groan when he mess my hair.
"tsk." i swapped his hands away.
"i'll go now." he wave his left hand while his back facing me, i can hear his chuckle.
I peep him to the stairs, when i saw the lights off of where his room was, i immediately throw the unfinished apple to the sink, i took off my robe and grab the jeans i just throw under the table and wore it.
good thing he didn't notice.
leaving the milk to the table, i start walking through the exited door at the kitchen,
it was dark outside. of course, it's still 10 pm in the evening.
I played my keys on my hand and fish out my phone on my pocket while walking towards the parking lot. "Yoongi -"
"i'm sleeping, bye." i cursed underneath my breath when he hung up the phone, that asshole! he even turn off his phone! damn.
i called Seokjin, but unintended,
namjoon, unintended too.
i open the door and get in before i tap the number of hoseok,
"shit." i immediately end it when i remember how horrible he is when he was drunk, he doesn't have a high tolerance.
I started the engine and put my headset on my ear, waiting for jimin to accept the call.
"what?" he groans on the line,
"where are you?"
"why?" i heard a muffle sounds on the other line as i heard him curse.
"what's that?" he curse again.
"n-nothing, i'm exercising, dammit."
"can you go with me? the same bar."
i ignore what he says, he became silent for a while before he spoke,
"i can't - ahh, shit babe - " i ended the call before i heard the unwanted gross moans of that jerk.
exercising? probably in bed.
"m-master" i glared at my bodyguard when he start to talk.
"open the damn gate and shut your mouth." he seems doubtful but he wince when he look at me,
"your dad might get angry," he look at me, almost pleading because i know dad will fired him if he let me go,
"i don't care, he can't find out if you shut your mouth and open the goddamn gate! open it or i will fire you right now, right here. Now, choose!" i reprimand, making him panicked.
"go home right away master - please." he almost on the verge of crying, i nodded my head and look away, cleaning my jaw.
he looks like shit
i drove my car fast when the gate opened.
i hate it when someone shows their weakness on me.
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i stared at the sky were the million stars was shining onto it, the winds blowing my bangs yet i didn't mind it,
i stirred the wine on my glass and let out a sigh,
i want this -
i want this kind of life were there's no chaos, just peace.
i'm sure i couldn't sleep after what happened on the dinner,
the memory is still vivid,
when we were just a kid, my sister - nana and i always doing the best in school just to empress our parents, even though they're always busy in business.
i always focus on my studies when i was a little kid just to empress them and make them proud,
i didn't enjoy playing like others kids do, our father even practiced us riding a horse, how hold a gun, and taekwondo for our self protection. my childhood friends, hoseok, jimin, namjoon,seokjin,Yoongi and - my best dude jeonkook was taught too.
it wasn't bad at all,
dad made us independent.
but the thing has change when mom got work on our company, at first, she gave a time to play with us, until she hired a nanny that always taking care of us, she got busy and sometimes, they're gone together with dad in 1 months or even more than a month before they return home, even if they're in home they still busy on their laptop, about fuckin business again.
but the worst is, they forgot our birthday, they forgot to celebrate christmass because "we have no time. we are busy, you can celebrate just tell your nanny and other maids." was the two of them says, that's how they choose business.
yes, i have everything that i needed, but there's a thing that my heart screamed for; their time. their only goddamn time that they cannot give.
i remember when i got bullied in my 6th grade, it was my performance on the stage, i did a stupid mistake and stumble on the ground, making them all laugh at my pity situation,
"where's your parents? Oh, poor you, they don't love you that's why they're not here! "
the time when my bully classmate shout at me, i just cried that time because they were true,
they didn't check upon me if i'm doing okay or not,
so i bullied them.
bully everyone i can, i'm powerful because i'm rich, at first, i was the one who's being bullied but when i turn 15th i bullied everyone i wanted,
they feared me,
they respect me,
they don't pity me.
that's what i wanted.
until the present time.
i drank the last wine on my glass and feel the sensation of the wine on my throat, damn, i hate reminiscing.
I look at my watch and saw it still 11 pm, why time can't run fast?
i put another wine and drink again,
i need something to catch my attention, i wanted to forget, i wanted not to feel this way,
i hate it.
i fish out my phone and scan the contact who i thought it could be available,
my fingers stop on the one name,
Ugly Witch
a smirked plastered on my lips as i let out a short laugh, shaking my head when i saw the witch face on my contacts and the name that suit her well.
i took a picture of her when she was unconscious on the clinic.
shit, she was a priceless witch!
clearing my throat, i wait until she pick up her phone,
no one is answering, probably she's asleep,
but i don't give a shit, this is good, i wanted to pester her life.
i dialed again, this time, she pick up the phone.
"hello?" a voice huskily said,
i blink,
motherfucker -
"at school rooftop, be here at 15 minutes, sharp." my voice was husky, i don't know if it is because of the wine or - damn.
I'm getting worst, i'm drunk.
"W-where did he get my number?" i heared she mumble, i tried not to chuckle so i crease my eyebrows, trying my best to frown to hidden my real expression.
"idiot, hurry!" i growl,
i know she was panicking, she was ranting on the phone but i don't clearly heard it right as i took away my phone and grin, pressing the end call before laughing,
i can imagine her right here, her face, the hole of her nose got bigger when she hissed,
i laughed,
shit.
this is going to be fun.
i grinned like an idiot.
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