"Taehyung! Taehyung stop!!" I yelled; grabbing a hold of his hand.
"Go ahead; hit me again. Show her your true nature; this violent part of you." the man says egging Tae on. "It's too bad she doesn't know the truth about what you did two years ago. Should I..., tell her?" He whispers; and with another swing of his arm leaving my grasp, Taehyung gives him another blow to the face.
"Tae!!"
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"This man who owns the WaVe, Blue Ocean and The Java Lava; is also the one in charge of who Taehyung and I meet in regards to our line of work."
"...This man...who I speak of; is the older brother of the woman named Hyoseong. However, for now...that's all the details I'm able to give you."
It's been seven days....
Seven long days since I last saw Kim Taehyung.
There were no phone calls, or any texts.
I was basically left high and dry with no explanation as to why he took off the way he did that day.
The only clue I had, was a short mention of a single name.
...Hyosung...
I have no idea who that person is to him; but I strangely loath the thought of her. Every time I thought about that incident; I grew more and more irritated by it.
Yet, it still didn't change the fact that I was no longer able to get a hold of him.
Have I tried calling?
Yes...
...Many times actually.
Have I tried texting him?
Pfft, ...don't even get me started on that.
Silly me..., texting every day to make sure he was okay.
Thinking about it now; actually makes agitated. Being ignored; is never a welcoming feeling.
"Hey Tae; are you okay?" (Sent) (Read) Thurs 8:38pm
"Are you getting enough rest? Make sure to take care of your health" (Sent) (Read) Fri 10:45am
"Please answer, I'm...just worried; that's all." (Sent) (Read) Sat 1:27pm
"It's been five days. I haven't seen you at school. How is your hand healing up? I hope your okay..." (Sent) (Read) Wed 4:45pm
Funny, all were read, but no reply...
And to be honest, there were many texts I wrote and was unable to send.
"Who is Hyoseong?" (DELETE, DELETE!!)
"Who is Hyo|
"Who is H|
"Why are you ignoring me?! (DELETE!!)
"Why are you igno|
"Why a|
"Wh|
"I miss yo|
"I miss y|
"I mis|
"I m|
"I |
"I hope you're doing okay." (Sent) Fri 9:06am
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"Could you please stop texting? It's really stressing me out. I have no interest in talking to you anymore; so you don't need to be worried about me. I'm fine. But I think it's best that you delete my number and I'll do the same. Goodbye." Taehyung (Received) Fri 9:08am
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One of the worse feelings in the world to experience is to know someone you care for doesn't feel the same.
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School was....well, school.
We finally got a new substitute teacher for Namjoon's literature class since last week, and things have been...rather different.
Rumors of his father being the vice president of our school had spread so far across campus; that word actually got out about his engagement. And with Namjoon now being in the public eye as the Vice president's son and the man now engaged to the heiress of Park Industries; the media has been on high alert, lurking non-stop around the school's university.
I can only imagine what one might wonder, as to how I'm coping with all of this.
So...I'll tell you the truth.
I have been rather numb these days.......
Emotionally...I am restless. And physically...I am tired.
Not only was I recently reminded by Namjoon about the promise he made to me a few days ago, but I was now cautiously reconsidering the feelings I knew I had for him.
Don't get me wrong; I genuinely care for Namjoon. But ever since that incident at his birthday party, as well as his parents now forcefully taking charge of his personal life; things between he and I have been..., rather different.
The times we shared together seemed more like a dream than anything else. It was a short period of time; however those moments were quite special to me.
...Just seven days...
It took seven fucking days for everything to flip upside down.
And to confirm what you may be thinking; Namjoon and I could no longer see each other when we wanted to.
These days, he's been on quite the high alert. Mostly hiding from the press and keeping a low profile as well.
Unfortunately, with all the news about his future union floating around the media; someone thought it would be a good idea to seize this opportunity and disclose key information on his background and personal life. One important detail that was implemented within the news was photos of our meeting the day we last spoke near my apartment. And with word almost slipping about a secret girlfriend and an affair in the making; I have been put in a position to keep my distance from him for the time being.
Our phone calls; which have now been limited to text, only made things harder for us in the process.
And even though Namjoon told me time and time again that his marriage will never fall through; I was honestly beginning to have less faith in his words.
...I know what you're thinking; 'How could I just give up on him like that; right? He cares about you!'
Well, I didn't..., however our timing was just never right.
And I'm really not surprised by it either. But if I'm being honest; nothing really surprises anymore these days.
Namjoon was a man who was promised to another.
"Omo! Did you see!? She's absolutely gorgeous, isn't she?"
"Ah...I seriously envy her. How can someone be rich and that pretty? It's a complete blessing, swear."
"I know right? Did she save a nation in her past life or something? To be married to a man like Kim Namjoon too?! The universe really does do more for others."
"OOooh, He's like the perfect man. He's so handsome as well. They make such an amazing couple."
"He really is! And I also read online that he's a genius with an IQ level over 135. I guess him being wealthy is just a plus."
"Lucky~ I heard that the wedding will be taking place this December! Isn't that crazy?"
"What?! That's two months away from now!"
"Yeah! I said that too! And the media also says that the wedding might...
As gossip spills throughout the subway about Namjoon's and Chorong's engagement; I became more aware of myself and how a future together with him seemed somewhat obsolete.
Chorong was indeed beautiful and she was most definitely financially secured. She was also poise, kind and incredibly smart. She studied abroad passing all her exams with flying colors. And to add compliments to praise; she was even valedictorian at her junior high school.
A golden child; as the press would say.
Chorong was...well...she was perfect.
As for me; the girl who didn't make it to her own graduation due to... "unforeseen circumstances" that has happened in my past. It was definitely a part of my life that I myself still wasn't strong enough to share with anyone.
Hospitals are my least favorite places to visit. Matter of fact; it's a place that holds bitter memories for me. I can still faintly remember the words my doctor said about my past condition and how much it would affect me in the future.
Vigorous activities are not my strongest suite. I was advised by my doctor not to take part in certain sporting events. Things that I've people do and would like to try were taken from my taste of passion. So my whole life I was put into a box and was monitored for that.
My father once told me that my heart was weak. But I never truly understood what he meant that. As I grew older; I began to develop chest pains. It felt my heart was tightening and I could barely catch my breath. My diagnosis of having these anxiety attacks was stress. However we all knew the truth behind that. My mother found means and ways to blame me for everything that has happen in her life. And the day it all escalated was the day she decided to lay her hands on me.
Of course, things before moving to Korea were a bit problematic within my family. I still haven't spoken to my mother since we got here. And with my father constantly hovering me about my physical and mental well-being; I wasn't sure how much longer I was able to completely feel at ease.
It was a Thursday afternoon in Gangnam district; and I had one more day of training left with Jungkook before the big event on Saturday.
This grand party being held at The WaVe was the second installment of the company's masquerade ball.
According to Jungkook, there are two different levels that will be celebrating the anniversary of the clubs opening that night.
For the popular night club that was located on the main level which many locals and foreigners attend each weekend.
AND
For the VIP guests who were listed to enter the top spec of the building. A place where all sexual desires would take place.
It was a... "safe haven" where every VIP on that list could live out their wildest fantasies; so to speak.
And I was well aware that I was once again stepping into a territory that I myself wasn't use to.
It had been nothing but none stop prepping on how to act, how to speak, what to say and what not to say before I was able to meet this Kim Seok-Jin. However, if I could be so honest; I was strangely having second thoughts on this plan Jungkook had put into place.
Regardless if this was to help Taehyung or not; I couldn't deny the fact on how uncomfortable I've been feeling in being a "distraction" for a man I didn't even know.
My role for the night was to charm him. To keep him fully entertained until Jungkook could get all the information he needed.
He is...rather intrigued by you.
I suddenly remember what Jungkook said and my whole body ran with chills.
Really, who was this guy? And why was he interested in me? Whatever the case may be; I was sure one thing.
Jin was quite the entrepreneur in Seoul. He was a man of power, a man with links. A man that was interested in things that I myself wasn't sure I would be prepared for.
And in less than 24 hours; I will be meeting him; face to face.
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