Truth between us; (a/b/o) #taekookau #taekook "In a week, the...
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Truth between us; (a/b/o)
#taekookau #taekook
"In a week, the presidential election campaigns will officially begin, with candidates gearing up for 22 days of intense campaigning. All eyes are on the frontrunner, Mr. Kim Taesoo - a Trueblood Alpha - as he prepares —"
#taekookau #taekook
"In a week, the presidential election campaigns will officially begin, with candidates gearing up for 22 days of intense campaigning. All eyes are on the frontrunner, Mr. Kim Taesoo - a Trueblood Alpha - as he prepares —"
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The voice was drowned out by the sharp slap of a newspaper hitting the floor.
"HE REALLY CAN'T LET ME LIVE IN PEACE, CAN HE?!"
Kim Taesoo, an Alpha in his mid-fifties with graying hair and an aura of authority coming from being a Trueblood, bellowed in frustration.
"HE REALLY CAN'T LET ME LIVE IN PEACE, CAN HE?!"
Kim Taesoo, an Alpha in his mid-fifties with graying hair and an aura of authority coming from being a Trueblood, bellowed in frustration.
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In the corner, his beta secretary stood stiffly, head bowed, avoiding her boss's fiery gaze. Behind her, three advisors exchanged nervous glances, none daring to speak up.
Taesoo took a deep breath, attempting to steady himself, though his tone remained biting as he asked,
Taesoo took a deep breath, attempting to steady himself, though his tone remained biting as he asked,
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"Where is he?"
The secretary hesitated before answering, "His last location was traced to... Mr. Min's residence."
Taesoo's brow furrowed as he leaned back, his frustration shifting into confusion. "Min? You mean Min Yoongi? That omega producer?"
The secretary hesitated before answering, "His last location was traced to... Mr. Min's residence."
Taesoo's brow furrowed as he leaned back, his frustration shifting into confusion. "Min? You mean Min Yoongi? That omega producer?"
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"Yes, sir," the secretary confirmed with a nod.
Taesoo pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling sharply. His words were laced with contempt. "And what about the bodyguards? Can't they do the one thing they're paid for? "
Taesoo pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling sharply. His words were laced with contempt. "And what about the bodyguards? Can't they do the one thing they're paid for? "
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"What's the point of having them if they can't even keep track of him properly?"
One of the advisors, a bespectacled alpha with a cautious demeanor, stepped forward. "Sir, with all due respect, Mr. Kim has a... knack for evading them.-
One of the advisors, a bespectacled alpha with a cautious demeanor, stepped forward. "Sir, with all due respect, Mr. Kim has a... knack for evading them.-
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- He's been slipping away unnoticed for months now, and his escapades are becoming more frequent. If this continues into the campaign period, it could turn into a PR nightmare."
Taesoo's glare sharpened, and the advisor quickly lowered his gaze.
Taesoo's glare sharpened, and the advisor quickly lowered his gaze.
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"A PR nightmare?" Taesoo repeated mockingly. "You think I don't know that?! I can barely go a week without seeing his damn name splashed across headlines!"
His eyes flicked down to the discarded newspaper on the floor.
His eyes flicked down to the discarded newspaper on the floor.
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The bold headline taunted him: "Presidential Candidate Kim Taesoo's Son, also nation's top Model - The Royalblood Omega Kim Taehyung. Found Partying at Yet Another Exclusive Bar."
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Beneath it, a grainy photo of a younger man—dark hair tousled, a mischievous smirk on his face, and arms slung lazily over a pair of equally disheveled companions—stared back at him.
Taesoo sneered and looked away, disgusted. "This won't do."
Taesoo sneered and looked away, disgusted. "This won't do."
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One of the advisors ventured cautiously, "What do you propose, sir?"
Taesoo leaned forward, his tone colder, more calculated. "I need to get him under control before this spirals any further. Find him. Now. I don't care how you do it—
Taesoo leaned forward, his tone colder, more calculated. "I need to get him under control before this spirals any further. Find him. Now. I don't care how you do it—
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drag him out of Min Yoongi's house if you have to. And when you bring him here..."
His voice dropped into a deadly calm. "He and I are going to have a very serious conversation about his priorities. I will not have my son jeopardizing this election."
His voice dropped into a deadly calm. "He and I are going to have a very serious conversation about his priorities. I will not have my son jeopardizing this election."
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The room was silent as the weight of his words settled over everyone present.
The secretary finally spoke, her voice trembling slightly. "Understood, sir. We'll locate him immediately."
"Good," Taesoo snapped, gesturing for them to leave.
The secretary finally spoke, her voice trembling slightly. "Understood, sir. We'll locate him immediately."
"Good," Taesoo snapped, gesturing for them to leave.
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As the group began to file out, he muttered under his breath, "That boy will be the death of me."
When the door clicked shut, he leaned back in his chair, staring out the window at the sprawling city skyline. His jaw clenched, his mind racing. If his son wanted to make this difficult, then so be it. But he'll show him who has last say..
When the door clicked shut, he leaned back in his chair, staring out the window at the sprawling city skyline. His jaw clenched, his mind racing. If his son wanted to make this difficult, then so be it. But he'll show him who has last say..
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The room was a picture of careless indulgence: clothes haphazardly tossed on chairs, an empty wine glass teetering on the edge of a side table, and a faint scent of cologne mingling with mischief.
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Taehyung lay sprawled on the bed, shirtless, his arms resting over his eyes as he snored softly. The marks trailing down his pale-smooth-neck and collarbone were a silent testimony to another wild night, a chaos he couldn't quite remember but certainly relished.
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The embodiment of beauty, just like how a Royal-blood Omega is to be.
Peace reigned for approximately five more seconds before a splash of ice-cold water hit him square in the face.
"WHAT THE—" the omega jolted upright, cursing loudly as droplets cascaded down his chest.
Peace reigned for approximately five more seconds before a splash of ice-cold water hit him square in the face.
"WHAT THE—" the omega jolted upright, cursing loudly as droplets cascaded down his chest.
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His hand wiped furiously at his face as he blinked out the shock. "YAH, HYUNG! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?"
Yoongi stood at the foot of the bed, bucket in hand, looking entirely unimpressed.
Yoongi stood at the foot of the bed, bucket in hand, looking entirely unimpressed.
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His black sweatshirt and loose jeans screamed indifference, but his sharp glare told a different story. "Good morning, sunshine. I see you had a productive night destroying my house again."
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Taehyung groaned, flopping back onto the bed dramatically. "You're so mean, hyung. You know I get killer headaches the next day. Couldn't you at least be a little nicer to me?" He reached for a pillow, clutching it over his pounding head.
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Yoongi rolled his eyes, yanking the blanket off Taehyung with a sharp tug. "Get up, you brat. Take some medicine before your headache turns you into a bigger idiot. And stop using my place as your hideout after your messes. You've got your own damn penthouse, use that."
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Taehyung peeked out from under the pillow, his lower lip jutting out in a pout. "But you're my only hyung who I trust. Where else would I go? Namjoon hyung would lecture me, Seokjin Hyung would record my misery for TikTok," He stopped himself, suddenly smirking at the thought.
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Yoongi threw his hands in the air. "You're going to get me killed one day. Your father is going to make me disappear for hiding you every time you pull a stunt"
Before Taehyung could respond, the sound of the doorbell echoed through the house. Yoongi froze, glaring at Taehyung.
Before Taehyung could respond, the sound of the doorbell echoed through the house. Yoongi froze, glaring at Taehyung.
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Taehyung glanced at the clock on the wall, his smirk growing wider. "Ooh, he's pissed. They came sooner than I expected."
Yoongi's eye twitched. "They? You mean your father's associates?"
Taehyung nodded, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed with a casual shrug.
Yoongi's eye twitched. "They? You mean your father's associates?"
Taehyung nodded, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed with a casual shrug.
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"He hates being embarrassed, so I guess my face on the news again didn't help his blood pressure."
Yoongi rubbed his temples, muttering under his breath. "Why do I let you in my house? Why do I even like you?"
Yoongi rubbed his temples, muttering under his breath. "Why do I let you in my house? Why do I even like you?"
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"Because I'm adorable," Taehyung quipped, throwing on a discarded hoodie before ruffling his damp hair.
The doorbell rang again, this time accompanied by a series of impatient knocks. Yoongi pointed a finger at Taehyung.
The doorbell rang again, this time accompanied by a series of impatient knocks. Yoongi pointed a finger at Taehyung.
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"You deal with this. If they try to arrest me for aiding and abetting, I'm throwing you to the wolves."
"Relax, hyung." Taehyung grinned, patting Yoongi's shoulder as he sauntered out of the room. "I've got this under control. Well... mostly."
"Relax, hyung." Taehyung grinned, patting Yoongi's shoulder as he sauntered out of the room. "I've got this under control. Well... mostly."
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Yoongi groaned, collapsing onto the now-damp bed. "I'm too old for this. I am just a normal omega,"
Taehyung yawned loudly as he shuffled down the staircase, rubbing the back of his neck and glaring half-heartedly at the light streaming in through the windows.
Taehyung yawned loudly as he shuffled down the staircase, rubbing the back of his neck and glaring half-heartedly at the light streaming in through the windows.
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Still shirtless under the hoodie he'd thrown on, his hair a damp, ruffled mess, he reached the door and swung it open with zero urgency.
On the other side stood a trio of his father's advisors, their crisp suits and rigid postures screaming professionalism.
On the other side stood a trio of his father's advisors, their crisp suits and rigid postures screaming professionalism.
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Taehyung tilted his head, giving them a long, deliberately unimpressed look.
"Ah, hello there," he drawled, his tone dripping with feigned politeness. "I'd say it's nice meeting you, but we all know that's a lie. So..."
"Ah, hello there," he drawled, his tone dripping with feigned politeness. "I'd say it's nice meeting you, but we all know that's a lie. So..."
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He raised an eyebrow, leaning casually against the doorframe. "Shall we go see my beloved father?"
The advisors exchanged uneasy glances. They couldn't understand how someone could be so insufferably careless while knowing the kind of influence his father wielded.
The advisors exchanged uneasy glances. They couldn't understand how someone could be so insufferably careless while knowing the kind of influence his father wielded.
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Taehyung, however, wasn't fazed.
Stepping outside, he found the bodyguards he had so easily evaded the night before standing by the car, their faces as unreadable as ever. Taehyung tsked loudly, shaking his head with exaggerated disappointment.
Stepping outside, he found the bodyguards he had so easily evaded the night before standing by the car, their faces as unreadable as ever. Taehyung tsked loudly, shaking his head with exaggerated disappointment.
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"You guys again? What is this, the fourth time? Seriously, I need to have a word with my dad about his hiring process. No offense, but none of you ever do your job right." He smirked, leaning in closer. "Can't even handle a Omega?"
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The bodyguards remained stoic, their expressions unchanging, which only made Taehyung laugh under his breath. He climbed into the sleek black car waiting for him, slumping into the leather seat and fishing out his phone.
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As the car pulled away, the screen lit up with a barrage of missed calls and unread emails, the notifications stacked high.
Scrolling through, his lips curled into a humorless smirk. Most of the calls were from his assistant, a few from his agency, and not a single one from the person most enraged by his antics.
Scrolling through, his lips curled into a humorless smirk. Most of the calls were from his assistant, a few from his agency, and not a single one from the person most enraged by his antics.
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His father. Of course, why waste time yelling at your son directly when you could just send the minions?
"Classic," Taehyung muttered, shaking his head. He clicked on one of the texts from his assistant:
"Classic," Taehyung muttered, shaking his head. He clicked on one of the texts from his assistant:
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"Damage control underway. Boss is furious. You might want to not do anything stupid for the next 24 hours... or ever."
He chuckled dryly. "Wow, such faith in me. Thanks, Mina," he muttered, typing a quick reply:
He chuckled dryly. "Wow, such faith in me. Thanks, Mina," he muttered, typing a quick reply:
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"Define 'stupid.' Asking for a friend."
His phone buzzed almost immediately with her response:
"Existing at this point."
His phone buzzed almost immediately with her response:
"Existing at this point."
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Taehyung barked out a laugh, startling the stoic bodyguard sitting in the driver's seat. He ignored the sideways glance as he opened another email, this time from the head of his agency.
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"Kim Taehyung,
Your behavior is unacceptable. The media fallout is damaging the agency's reputation. If this continues, we will be forced to reconsider your upcoming projects. Clean up your act immediately."
Your behavior is unacceptable. The media fallout is damaging the agency's reputation. If this continues, we will be forced to reconsider your upcoming projects. Clean up your act immediately."
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"Blah, blah, blah," Taehyung muttered, tossing his head back against the seat. "Reputation, projects, consequences. Same speech, different day." He deleted the email without replying, closing his eyes for a moment.
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The advisor in the front seat shifted awkwardly, clearly not used to such blatant disregard for authority.
Taehyung noticed, smirking to himself. "Relax, ahjussi. It's not like I'm planning to hijack the car and make a run for it." He stretched lazily.
Taehyung noticed, smirking to himself. "Relax, ahjussi. It's not like I'm planning to hijack the car and make a run for it." He stretched lazily.
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"I'm way too hungover for that."
But his smirk faded as his gaze fell back to his phone. Not even the dream projects or his prestigious agency felt satisfying anymore. There was a gnawing emptiness he couldn't shake.
But his smirk faded as his gaze fell back to his phone. Not even the dream projects or his prestigious agency felt satisfying anymore. There was a gnawing emptiness he couldn't shake.
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"Everything's just noise these days," he muttered under his breath.
The car rolled to a stop outside his father's massive estate, and Taehyung sighed, straightening up and plastering on a cocky grin. "Well, time to face the head master."
The car rolled to a stop outside his father's massive estate, and Taehyung sighed, straightening up and plastering on a cocky grin. "Well, time to face the head master."
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He glanced at the advisor sitting beside him. "You think he'll yell first, or go straight for the silent death glare?"
The advisor didn't respond, too caught off guard by Taehyung's audacious attitude.
Taehyung chuckled. "Silent treatment it is. Classic Kim Taesoo."
The advisor didn't respond, too caught off guard by Taehyung's audacious attitude.
Taehyung chuckled. "Silent treatment it is. Classic Kim Taesoo."
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He threw open the car door, stepping out into the lion's den like he owned it.
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⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹
I make my own rules, carve paths as I choose
Keep you guessing, let you think you have control
Hero or antihero, my life's mine to use
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I make my own rules, carve paths as I choose
Keep you guessing, let you think you have control
Hero or antihero, my life's mine to use
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The air in Kim Taesoo's office was heavy with formality as he sat at the head of a long table, flanked by ministers and advisors discussing key strategies for the upcoming presidential campaign.
The air in Kim Taesoo's office was heavy with formality as he sat at the head of a long table, flanked by ministers and advisors discussing key strategies for the upcoming presidential campaign.
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Taesoo nodded at one of the suggestions. The meeting was in full swing when the door to the office burst open with a loud bang.
In strolled Taehyung. His signature smirk plastered on his face, he greeted the room with a mocking, "Good morning, Pops."
In strolled Taehyung. His signature smirk plastered on his face, he greeted the room with a mocking, "Good morning, Pops."
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The room fell silent. Ministers exchanged nervous glances, and Taesoo's grip on his pen tightened, his knuckles turning white. He shot his son a glare that could have pierced steel.
Taehyung's eyes swept over the room, and his smirk widened.
Taehyung's eyes swept over the room, and his smirk widened.
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"Oh... I see you're busy," he said, feigning innocence. "Oopsies! Don't mind me. I'll just sit over there." He pointed casually to the couch in the corner, striding over without a care in the world.
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Taesoo took a deep breath, visibly restraining himself as Taehyung sprawled on the couch, pulling out his phone to scroll through social media.
"Continue," Taesoo said, his voice firm.
The ministers resumed their discussion, occasionally flicking wary glances at Taehyung.
"Continue," Taesoo said, his voice firm.
The ministers resumed their discussion, occasionally flicking wary glances at Taehyung.
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Meanwhile, Taehyung lounged comfortably, scrolling through his feed with a barely concealed yawn.
After what felt like an eternity, the meeting concluded. Taesoo dismissed the ministers with a curt nod,
After what felt like an eternity, the meeting concluded. Taesoo dismissed the ministers with a curt nod,
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waiting until the last one had left before turning his full attention to Taehyung.
The door clicked shut, and the tension in the room became suffocating.
"You know," Taesoo started, his voice dripping with irritation,
The door clicked shut, and the tension in the room became suffocating.
"You know," Taesoo started, his voice dripping with irritation,
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"I am constantly amazed by how shameless you can be." He stood, his hands pressed firmly on the table as he glared at his son. "Waltzing in here like you haven't done a single thing wrong. Do you even realize what you've done? Or do you just enjoy making my life a circus act?"
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Taehyung didn't bother looking up, scrolling idly on his phone. "We both know how this goes, Dad. Same lecture, different day. Can we just skip to the part where you tell me I'm ruining your career and I roll my eyes? Save us both the time."
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Taesoo groaned in frustration, his jaw tightening as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "I just don't understand why you're like this, Taehyung. What the hell are you trying to prove? Risking everything for what? You weren't like this before. -
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Something changed in the past few months, and I want to know what."
At that, Taehyung's smirk vanished. He slowly lowered his phone and glared at his father, the air around him bristling with defiance.
"You should know better than me," he said coldly.
At that, Taehyung's smirk vanished. He slowly lowered his phone and glared at his father, the air around him bristling with defiance.
"You should know better than me," he said coldly.
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Taesoo's brows furrowed. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Taehyung stood, his movements deliberate as he closed the distance between them. "It means," he said, his voice low but sharp,
Taehyung stood, his movements deliberate as he closed the distance between them. "It means," he said, his voice low but sharp,
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"that you're the one who started this whole mess. You wanted control. Over me. Over everything. And guess what? I'm done playing along. You don't own me, Dad."
Taesoo's lips pressed into a thin line.
Taesoo's lips pressed into a thin line.
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"I'm trying to protect you. This world isn't kind, especially not to someone like you. Do you think you'll survive without the foundation I've built for you? Without the name you carry?"
Taehyung scoffed, shoving his hands into his pockets.
Taehyung scoffed, shoving his hands into his pockets.
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"That's your problem. You think my life revolves around your foundation. Newsflash, it doesn't. If I screw up, I'll deal with it. Not you, not your precious campaign. Me."
Taesoo's eyes narrowed. "You're being reckless. You are a Royalblood, keep that in mind,"
Taesoo's eyes narrowed. "You're being reckless. You are a Royalblood, keep that in mind,"
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"No," Taehyung shot back, "I'm being free. Something you'll never understand."
The room fell silent, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Finally, Taesoo exhaled, sinking back into his chair.
The room fell silent, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Finally, Taesoo exhaled, sinking back into his chair.
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Taehyung smirked again, the fire in his eyes dimming slightly. " Pops. Don't worry. I'll keep my scandals mild... for now."
Taesoo shot him a warning look, but Taehyung was already heading toward the door. As he opened it, he paused and glanced back.
Taesoo shot him a warning look, but Taehyung was already heading toward the door. As he opened it, he paused and glanced back.
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"Oh, and Dad?" he said with a cocky grin. "You might want to invest in a more stronger security behind me? Someone who can control your precious 'Royalblood'. They really don't know how to do their job"
"Makes me wonder if our country would really be safe in your hands??"
"Makes me wonder if our country would really be safe in your hands??"
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And with that, he disappeared down the hallway, leaving Taesoo fuming in his chair.
He snatches his phone from the table with a sharp breath, his jaw set tight as he dials. The line barely rings before someone picks up, their voice brisk.
He snatches his phone from the table with a sharp breath, his jaw set tight as he dials. The line barely rings before someone picks up, their voice brisk.
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"Connect me to National Security," Taesoo commands, his tone looking for no argument. "I want to speak with them immediately—no delays."
His hand clenches around the phone as he stares out the window, his reflection mirroring a look of steely determination.
His hand clenches around the phone as he stares out the window, his reflection mirroring a look of steely determination.
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The gym hummed with quiet admiration as a shirtless man executed flawless pull-ups, his back rippling with defined muscles. The steady beats of "SexyBack" played through the speakers, but the real show was him.
The gym hummed with quiet admiration as a shirtless man executed flawless pull-ups, his back rippling with defined muscles. The steady beats of "SexyBack" played through the speakers, but the real show was him.
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Sweat glistened down his tanned skin, and with every grunt of effort, a subtle ripple of whispers spread among the women glancing shyly in his direction.
As he pulled himself up for the last time, his phone buzzed from the bench nearby.
As he pulled himself up for the last time, his phone buzzed from the bench nearby.
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Dropping to his feet, he grabbed a towel, casually wiping his sweat while checking the screen. The caller ID read "Eunwoo."
With a sigh, he answered, "Lieutenant Cha, didn't I make it clear we don't call on off days? Or did you forget I actually have one today?"
With a sigh, he answered, "Lieutenant Cha, didn't I make it clear we don't call on off days? Or did you forget I actually have one today?"
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A sharp crack of gunfire and muffled shouts echoed from the other side of the line. The man's expression hardened immediately.
"Mingyuuu!" Eunwoo's voice was frantic, breathing ragged, catching the man's attention
"Mingyuuu!" Eunwoo's voice was frantic, breathing ragged, catching the man's attention
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"I'm sorry, Captain, but we're in deep! It's an ambush—gone south fast! Backup's delayed, and we're pinned down—hostages too. You're the only one I could think to call!"
