Where the college freshman hearthrob, Kim Seokjin, falls for his nemesis, Kim Taehyung.
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Running, I reach the small park a few miles away from my house where I used to come as a kid. I still do, sometimes, with Jungkook. God knows when that's going to happen again.
I totter in through the gate, which is hanging open, and stumble down on the nearest bench, out of breath. Tears are still running down my cheeks in a relentless flood as my mind tries to process everything that just happened.
My parents found out. They found out about me and Taehyung. They found out about us.
But that isn't what's bothering me. It's the way my dad was trashing Taehyung and his dad. I knew Kim-chi Jeon as the business tycoon whose photos, clad in expensive business-suits and sitting in flashy SUVs appeared periodically in the newspapers. But it seems he is much, much more than that.
I knew it when I saw the look in Dad's eyes. He was looking practically deranged while talking about the guy. A look I have never seen before. He obviously had a much deeper connection to Taehyung's family....one of hate.
As I sit on the bench waiting from my breathing to steady and for my heart to calm down, realization hits me. Now I know why Taehyung didn't want me to tell my parents about me dating him. He obviously knew about the feud between my dad and his, whatever the reason behind it was.
Anger, hot and blinding, pours into my soul as I begin to figure things out. Why could Taehyung have not told me the damn reason? Why had he been so insufferably secretive about why he wanted to keep our relationship secret from my parents a little while longer? Did he not trust me? Did he actually think whatever he said to me I might go and ask my parents about?
A slight flush creeps into my cheeks as I realize that is exactly what I would have done.
Well, considering the way my parents reacted when they found out illegitimately, I'm glad I didn't.
All I want to do now is find out the backstory behind my dad's deep-rooted hate for Taehyung's father. Which Taehyung definitely knows. I clap my hand to my back pocket to bring out my phone to call him, then realize I left it behind at the house. With my parents. Who were undoubtedly going to confiscate it and never give it back to me again. I should have never let them get their hands on it.
I don't hate them. No, those initial moments of raging anger and disbelief are long gone, replaced by the thoughts of a calm, collected mind. Atleast they found out about me being gay. I didn't know how I was going to hold out from telling them for much longer. They seemed pretty resigned of the fact, despite all the crazy names my dad was calling me and the quiet, disappointed expression on my mum's face.
