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Soojin returned home without finishing her fittings. She didn't speak to the driver, and she didn't even answer her assistant's questions. She walked into the mansion, and found her husband in his study, flipping through a few reports by his desk.
Daehyun didn't look up when she walked in. "You're home early." Soojin sighed heavily as she stepped in. "I saw him today." Daehyun looked up then. "Who?" "Yim Siwan." Soojin said bitterly.
Daehyun's expression twisted. "I didn't think he'd be foolish enough to approach you." "He wasn't foolish. He was prepared." Soojin said sharply before she crossed the room, heels loud against the floor. "He knows about Taehyung. And..." she gulped. "He knows about us."
Daehyun's features sharpened, but he remained silent. Soojin looked shaken as she glared at her husband. "He knows enough to bury our entire reputation if he ever speaks to the media." Daehyun met her eyes calmly. "He's bluffing."
"No, he isn't," Soojin snapped. "He has details—I'm sure he knows a lot." Daehyun heaved a breath in. "You're panicking." Soojin scoffed in disbelief. "Because you don't seem to grasp how dangerous this is—" "You think I don't?" Daehyun cut in.
"I've been handling this man for a while now. Do you think I didn't know he had people watching us?" Soojin faltered. "Then why didn't you tell me?" Daehyun let out a sharp sigh. "Because I knew you'd do exactly what you're doing right now. Fall apart."
Soojin’s lips parted, lashes twitching. "Fall apart? You've been waiting for this, haven't you?" Daehyun said nothing. Soojin smiled, lips trembling. "We built this entire life on a contract. I kept my part, and I protected our name. So why can't you do the same thing?"
"We were fine," she continued. "As long as the arrangement held. As long as no one looked too closely. But now someone is, and you're telling me to stay calm?" Daehyun closed his eyes, rubbing his temples.
"I'm telling you it's too late to panic. He doesn't want to destroy us. Not really." Soojin pulled in a deep breath. "Then what does he want?" Daehyun's jaw clenched, eyes hardening. "He wants Taehyung."
Soojin stood near the fireplace, arms folded tight. "I'm going to call him tomorrow." Daehyun's eyes narrowed. "Call who?" Soojin avoided looking at him. "Taehyung." Daehyun shut the file in his lap slowly. "Why?" "To warn him." Soojin swallowed the lump in her throat.
"To tell him it's time to end his contract with Jungkook before it destroys everything we've built." Daehyun's eyes widened. "You're going to scare him out of the contract?" Soojin nodded, meeting her husband's eyes. "If I have to."
Daehyun's voice rose. "You're out of your mind!" Soojin glared. "No—you are if you think I'm going to sit here while that man stalks our family and holds our name hostage!"
Daehyun rose from his seat now, eyes flashing. "So you're going to punish Taehyung for it? You're going to poison him against the one person protecting him right now? Taehyung is a part of this family too!" Soojin sighed in frustration. "I'm trying to protect all of us—"
Daehyun interrupted. "No, you're only trying to protect your reputation!" He snapped. "Your polished image, your parties, your perfect friends, and your damn social ladder!"
Soojin's lips tightened. "And you're protecting a boy who isn't even—" "Don't." Daehyun's voice was as sharp as a blade. "Don't you dare finish that sentence." Soojin flinched, but only slightly. "You know what I mean..."
"I know exactly what you mean." Daehyun took a slow step towards her. "You haven't looked at him the same since you found out you could conceive again. Since Beomgyu was born, and then Iseul—suddenly Taehyung became a footnote. Something borrowed. Something less."
Soojin's eyes grew wider. "That's not true!" "It is." Daehyun insisted. "Hell—you didn't even say a word the first time he cried himself to sleep after a school recital when you forgot to show up." Soojin let out another sigh. "I didn't forget—"
Daehyun cut her off. "Cut the bullshit. You didn't care." Soojin recoiled slightly. "He's my son." Daehyun muttered. "And not because I signed some papers or gave him a name. Because he is. As much as Beomgyu. As much as Iseul. He's mine."
"And what if your loyalty gets him hurt?" Soojin hissed, stepping forward. "You don't know what Yim Siwan is capable of—" "Oh, trust me, I do." Daehyun retorted.
"That's why I want him far away from us. But not like this. Not by tainting Jungkook's life. Not by making Taehyung think he's wrong to trust someone for once in his life." Soojin bit her lips in exasperation. "He is wrong—" "No, you're wrong!" Daehyun's voice rose even more.