My Temptation - KTH FF (under rewrite)

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A/N:
Please refer to previous story keys if forgotten to avoid confusion.
CW: drug and alcohol abuse, suicidal thoughts, past trauma (physical, mental and emotional)
Word count: 8,128

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Taehyung sighed as he sat at the side opposite his father at the usual gigantic meeting table. He had been told to sit here and shadow their company's business meetings again. Something was up, his dad was ten times more insistent than he usually was. Why? Taehyung was desperate to guess.

It was never any good for him when his dad got pushy.

The only bright side was that he would be able to leave soon, hopefully. Only if his dad didn't drag him home for another "family dinner." He supposed that's what anyone could call it, he sat with his family; he had dinner, every Monday like clockwork. But it usually resulted in his dad not telling him how much of a mess up he was and adding awkward silence between complaints.

"Your father's watching you. You should at least act like you're paying attention, Mr. Kim." His father's secretary mumbled from beside him.

He couldn't quite remember his name, never caring enough to remember. Had it been Donovan? Or maybe Jonathan? "I'm well aware. But frankly, I really don't care."

It was the same as always anyways! What were the daily stocks, had investors pulled, and were there any new ones? In what area could their company improve efficiency to beat their competitors? It was the same, every single time.

He nearly sighed aloud with relief when the meeting was adjourned and everyone left to do whatever they had concluded from this meeting. What the ending decisions of the meeting had been? He had completely zoned out for that; all Taehyung could do was hope his father didn't ask later.

Usually, the boss left first, a sign of importance. A movement that said I've already wasted too much of my oh-so-important time here.' Naturally, Taehyung usually followed his father and did the same. But his dad stayed behind, so here he was too, anxiously sitting in the same spot as if he were restrained in his seat.

"Did you get a lot from the meeting?" His father asked

Shit.

"I got enough." Taehyung shrugged, bluffing a bit. "Is that really what you wanted to stay behind and talk about?"

His father grimaced, aware of the fact that he was still in a building, his building. This wasn't the place he could cause a scene. "We're having dinner tonight, you'll be there."

Taehyung stifled, "But it's not Monday."

His father waved his hand dismissively. "I don't care. If I call, you come. End of story."

His tone left nothing to object so Taehyung stood up, frustrated. "Is that all then?"

His father studied him, and even at a distance, Taehyung could see the disdain in his eyes as he looked over him. "Be there by seven. Absolutely no bullshit, or else."

As much as he hated to admit it, that last part was fair. Taehyung usually couldn't get through the dinners unless he was under the influence of some kind. His father and assistant stalked out of the meeting room and Taehyung had the sudden urge to scream and punch the table. But he didn't, he wasn't completely out of control after all. Nothing disgusted him more than the thought of someone seeing his mask off.