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A villian will always be the villain,

if a hero tells the story.

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Younggeum was just about take a sip of her tea when her facial features contorted into that of a horror. The cup tangled with her fingers shook violently before eventually shattering into millions of pieces on the ground. Her knees wobbled until they gave up and she fell down to the ground clutching her ears harshly.

It has been almost a week since that peculiar incident, then why was it happening to her now? Was Younha saying the truth?

The calm and orderly tune she was used to all day suddenly morphed into a cluster of high-pitched bone-chilling tunes followed by numerous of whispers belonging to every octave. Younha was right all along, there was something wrong with speakers of this house.

But she had asked Taehyung a little over a while ago if there was some sort of advanced music-changing technology in his house.

He answered negatively.

"Mister Kim?"

"Yes?" He replied without looking up from his phone.

"Perhaps, do you possess a house system that changes the music every now and then? I've heard it quite a lot of times when I'm alone. I can't admit that it was frightening for the first time." Younggeum lied in hopes of learning the truth. After all, what was the point in knowing the answers to the questions she didn't know?

"Not that I know of," he frowned, "But I've got a nice recorder on the first floor that I set to play when I leave for office. Figured that you might be a little lonely. You can change the records though, they are present in the shelf beneath it."

"Thank you for your kind consideration Mister Kim," Younggeum smiled gingerly, a little disappointed but weirded out at the same time, "I'll keep that in mind."

Getting up solemnly, she walked over to that staircase while clutching her gown out of paranoia. The sound of the percussion instruments was growing louder and louder and she was afraid the music would soon turn into a racket. As she was nearing the source, the wooden railing of the stairs vibrated even more that cancelled out every possibility of this being only a part of her wishful thinking.

Unlike last time, she didn't go round circles this time like Younha did and headed straight for the mysterious door they found out when the last incident like this occured.

And indeed, she was right.

The door was there.

Younggeum didn't know if it was her faulty memory or the truth that clouded her mind. A very vivid yet hazy recollection of the door not being beside the recorder was stomping at the doors of her brain but somewhere a constant nagging remained that perhaps, the door had always been there.

She just couldn't see it.

Or ignored it as she would've seen it countless of times.

Either of those two, she was sure that her emotion towards the door would remain stoic, that is, suspicion. The same ruptured wood caught her attention yet again and what would've been observed as tally marks were present at the most bottom-most point of the door. Splinters were poking out and the rusty crusty golden knob was expectantly waiting to be twisted.

Gulping, Younggeum felt the lack of security as she firmly gripped onto the knob. With her ability to remember slipping away, she wasn't sure if the same ticking would greet her once again. But she hoped it would not.

Because she twisted the knob.

And it opened.

Click.

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"You were so dashing back there, I almost peed my pants y'know? That was so nerve racking to witness, oh my holy tonsils-"

"You're saying like you've never been to a 'settling a deal' meeting before," Taehyung curled his index and middle finger of both of his hands like quotation marks.

"But it's always a melodrama when you and your father are both present there. Gosh, I could still feel the tension to my bones!" Jimin wiggled his limbs around and blinked rapidly.

"Nonsense, we aren't on bad terms- we just don't like each other." Taehyung explained flailing his arms around but Jimin only looked at him with a bored expression.

"Same thing buddy."

"I told you! it's not the same thi-"

"Taehyung." Both of them froze on their places as they slowly turned around even if they were hesitant to do so. And much to their annoyance, they found the owner of the voice grinning slightly but it wasn't a smile that would soothe your soul, it was the type that would tear it apart and burn it alive.

"Your presentation at the meeting was remarkable today, son. I'm happy that you're finally walking on the path to be like me. I'm surprised that it took this long to finally realise that you're not suitable here...with this imbecile," the man threw a dirty glance at Jimin to which his nostrils flared, "Why don't you come back to me? I'm sure Haeron would be wonderful with you as its CEO, I'm thinking of making your brother the chairman to the conglomerate. Buisness runs in your veins, son, you don't belong here. You know that I care about you, right? I would only think what's best for you and your future,"

"What a plethora of bullshit." Jimin cussed under his breath to which the man directed another dirty glance at him.

"Thanks," Taehyung sighed and the man's lips curled up, "But no thanks, I'm very happy with this imbecile." He smiled to which the man's lips curled upside down.

"You're making a wrong choice here, son-"

"The last time I checked, I was over eighteen. And fundamental rights say that I have complete freedom to do whatever. My. Heart. Desires." He pronounced each word with a sweet venom which sent the man over his edge as he stomped on the ground angrily.

"Think again Taeh-"

"I've made my decison," he looked up, "Father."

"Come on Jimin, let's go. I'm sure the chicken wings in the canteen won't last long." The said man nodded and they both turned around on their heels before resuming their walk downstairs leaving a furious man growling behind them.

"You'll come to me on your own, you'll."

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"Mom I'm back!" He chirped as he slid the door open, "What are you doing?" He dropped his bag on the floor and leaned against the counter.

"Sewing your father's vests, son. Would you mind switching on the television a bit?"

"Okay," the boy simply answered and grabbed the remote before switching on the television but the sight momentarily stopped his heartbeat. On the screen, was a visual bar graph of the stock prices that week and a certain group topped the charts even then.

His mother arrived with a bright smile on her face as she was wiping her hands on her apron, "Dohui, sixty-eight dollars," she then excitedly turned towards her son and engulfed him in big hug but the boy had nothing else to say. His mind was in a febrile confusion and all the mother could spot on her son's face was a scornful frown.

"Mom, are you perhaps...investing in Dohui?" He asked calmly to which her fingers on his hair stilled.

"No, wh-why would I? Don't you know Kim Corporations is corrupt? Everyone knows that. Who in their right mind would do that?" she hurriedly left the living room and retired back to her table.

"Mom, you know Dad's job is in a bit of a situation! At this moment, we should save our money and not invest in some fraud paper comp-"

"Jeon Jungkook!" she looked up, "don't you forget you're talking to your mother."

The boy huffed and walked over to her with desperation in his actions, "I know stocks are the most plausible and the easiest way to earn money but you should be aware of the downfalls too! What if it gets liqui-"

Just as Jungkook was about to complete his sentence, the door slid open and two men entered laughing loudly before they arrived at the counter and motioned her to come over there. The woman smiled and began to advance towards them but not before leaning a bit towards her son and whispering him these words next,

"There are customers here, don't create a fuss."

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"Ah, Seoul's fresh air. I missed it so much." A male voice rang out between the rushing crowds as he marveled at the clear blue skies with dangling fluffy clouds. A childlike expression took over his features as a huge wave of nostalgia crashed through his bones.

Just then, a large disinfection truck passed by the airpot pathway clouding the whole scene which sent the man into a coughing and sneezing pit.

"Okay maybe not so fresh." He waved the white smoke out of his face.

A sharp ring of his phone made him flinch before he hastily fished it out and swiped the green button upwards and placed it on his cheek with his eyes glancing all over the place to find his car admist the thick smoke.

"Vice-Chairman Kim, I'm Ha Inseok, secretary Ahn sent me to pick you up from the airport, Chairman Kim is expecting your arrival. Your car is on the right of terminal three. My apologies for parking it so far away." A monotone voice spoke from the other side.

"Ah, Inseok! It's fine, really. It's just a second's walk from here," he looked at his watch and continued dragging his suitcase,

"And tell father that his eldest son has come back."

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A/N: I tweaked the plot a bit. It was a last minute adjustment and I hate myself for it lol