Mr. Villain | kth | ✓ (unedited)

|Real name's Kim Taehyung Kim|

3 4. R e a l n a m e's K i m
T a e h y u n g K i m

I took the water-soaked bouquet from his soggy hands as he cleaned his sodden shoes against the doormat at the entrance. He stilled for a moment, erecting his back and muttering something to himself.

"What is taking you so long? Get inside," I hushed, giving his arm a soft squeeze. A flood of iconoclastic thoughts puddered in my head. Is he changing his decision? Is he comparing me to his so-called lady co-worker? "Penny for your thoughts," I nudged him, sticking my face against his arm as I intake the huge amount of fragrance he had sunk his coat in.

"Just regretting life decisions." That being said, he went inside before letting out a toothy grin. He bowed down as he saw my mother and I smiled seeing her floating in an ocean of ecstasy.

Pinching him in the arm as I whispered, "Welcome to the family." I giggled as I saw his throat moving up and down in nervousness.

We all gathered around the dinner table like a perfect family. My father and Jongi sat across V and me, whereas mom sat on the single chair just like the referee who keeps a keen eye on both the courts in the game of badminton.

"Nowadays, youngsters are lost in their own virtual world. They don't even listen to their parents to the point that they invent their own names or acronyms you can call it in funny terms..." My father laughed and filled his mouth with another bite of delectable and hot meatball.

I pursed my lips, kind of helpless with the signature taunting attitude of my father. Darting my eyes at mom to drag my father out of it as soon as possible. All I wanted was to postpone the disaster that was about to occur because of my father's cavalier convictions.

"I don't agree with that, parents are always right in their places but there will always come a time when we have to make a call by ourselves and I guess that decision making process is not always restricted to a certain age limit." He said, looking directly in my father's eye.

My mother instantly placed one more piece of meat into my father's plate in order to cool him down. The already heated up debate churned something inside of me and I added salad on his plain unused plate. "Eat this, it's really good," I said and he nodded, pouting his lips in a way that demanded a kiss from me but my parents' existence killed the idea.

I began rubbing his thigh gently instead, soothing the temperament of my future husband. He sighed in relief lowly and uttered. "My real name is Kim Taehyung. It's been two years to my joint accounting firm which I initiated with a few friends of mine. It's running successfully, as of now-" He said.

I stared at the silver ring he had on his middle finger as his hand was resting on the table. Wondering; Oh, so his real name is Taehyung. Gosh, I hate the fact that I never asked about his real name.

"Yes and Taehyung tells them about the last month's net profit that you people earned," I elbowed him, covering my overestimated statement through a fake giggle. "It was huge I tell you," I said looking at my father's and mother's astonished faces. On the other hand, Taehyung smiled, turned all red.

"How do you know that?" He gritted his teeth and eyed me making me shiver with embarrassment. Okay, I lied---wealthy son in law is every parent dream so I added a little sparkle to his biodata just to make it more impressive and appreciative.

I smiled and simultaneously my father started firing questions at him, again. "Do you live with your parents?"

I noticed a sudden stiffness rupturing on his face. He cleared his throat was about to utter a word and I instantly took a clue of it and spoke in between. "He doesn't live with them... "