“Y–yeonmi, you knew I never met my father, right?” Taehyung asked wiping his teary eyes while sitting on a chair. I was at the edge of breaking down, what do you mean he was all alive in front of me and I was trying to get him punished for someone's death I never knew about? Who was that dead person who looked exactly like Taehyung? Why did he hide everything from me? Was I not his best friend and lover anymore?

Instead of answering him due to feeling overwhelmed, I nodded my head.

“I– i had a twin. He– was the one you saw in the coffin. I... i never asked or wanted this life. Never. I wanted to be with you and our family. T–that night, I was kidnapped and my twin, Jaeboem, was replaced with my place in that accident and killed drowning. My father, Maesoek, kidnapped me because his son, Jaeboem, didn't want to continue living this mafia life so he replaced him with me instead.”

“B–but how does your mother not know about your twin?”

“My father was already planning to leave eomma with my twin because he had a mafia life before he met my mother and because he wanted his heir to have a mafia life too. She never knew about him because father always used to say it was a boy, not twin boys and not even after the birth of us, she never knew. He ran away with Jaeboem, leaving me with Eomma. All she knows is that father ran away like a coward.”

“And.. J–jimin..? What about the money?” I hesitated asked.

“You see, they kidnapped me and then gave me some medicine to make me lose my entire memory. When I woke up, they told me I was in a coma due to an accident and lost my memory of ‘Jaeboem’. When I started living as my twin, I never knew a thing about my previous life and Hoseok used to guide me how to act like Jaeboem, stating that it was because of my coma that I forgot how to behave.”

“When we got Mr. Cha's company, Jimin became my assistant because Hoseok used to handle the mafia stuff and he didn't want more workload. I got to know everything about my previous life when I caught a picture of us in Hoseok's apartment. I always thought that ‘us’ was an imaginary scenario when I was in a coma. I used to think like that until it all changed when I saw you in a club but I thought I was dreaming because of drunkenness. But then I saw you in the company. Jimin, somehow, happened to know about my real identity and was threatening to expose me to the world that's why I was feeding him money to keep his mouth quiet.”

“W... why would you want to not expose yourself? You're Taehyung! Not Jaeboem!” I shouted.

“Maeseok had cancer, last stage, and it was his last wish to see me, as Taehyung, but I knew I wasn't Taehyung at that time, working as a mafia boss. He promised Hoseok, his trusted man, to keep me unknown to the fact that I was actually Taehyung. Hoseok even tried to kill you by the name of an accident, luckily, you survived because he came to know you were up to something against us. I knew I had to kill him because he would have again tried to kill you.” K–kill him..?

“Y–you killed Hoseok...?” I looked at him with wide eyes, full of terror.

“It was a MUST Yeonmi, if I hadn't killed him, he would have killed you!” Taehyung shouted too. Just as he did, his phone began to ring.

“Hello Sarang?... Yes, I heard the news too... I'm sad too you know, that he died... Yeah, your new bag. Yeah, I'll get it... Okay, bye.” He hung up while I stood watching him in disbelief.

“And... Sarang?”

“She was Jaeboem's girlfriend, only on name because he thought having a girlfriend will make other women distant from him. Though she's here just for the money. I never had anything serious with her, don't worry.”

“Oh and about Jeongguk–” He suddenly laughed.

“He's Jungkook, not Jeongguk!”

“What?” I was dumbfounded.

“He was my friend in my second year of high school before he changed school. Is he really... your boyfriend?” He narrowed his eyes in jealousy.

“No! We were just keeping an eye on you because we suspected you killed ‘Taehyung’ or Jaeboem actually. He blurted something unrealistic to cover us up.”

“He was your friend, maybe that's one of the reason why he wanted to prove your fake death was a murder.” I mused. “What... are you going to say to Eomma now?” I bit my lower lips and sat on his desk.

“I'll explain everything to her, that father was a complete asshole and she was a fool to fall for that asshole. I'm not continuing this life, Father died last week and I'm trying to get rid of this way of living but Hoseok was in the way but now that he's gone. I'm coming back to you.” He truly looked at me.

“W–what did you mean by I'll kill her in call with Jimin right now?” I asked, still doubtful of him.

“He was saying I should kill you, and I just repeated his words but you misunderstood me. You're still uncertain about me, right?” He asked before lifting himself to walk towards me while I sat still on my place on desk.

“Now, you'll not. My love.” He whispered close to me and captured my lips in his before kissing the life out of me.

The kiss was nowhere gentle and soft, it was rough and toe-numbing but still possessive. He put all his emotions into the kiss; his frustration, his anger, his desperation, his love and care– everything. I pulled him closer by caging his body tighter between my legs and my arms around his shoulders. He tighten his grip on my nape when he felt me shiver against him. The kiss I waited for was finally happening. The kiss I waited for at the entrance of airport, the kiss I waited for my proposal, the kiss I waited for our wedding day.

“You better break up with Sarang now.” I threatened him with glaring eyes.

“I was about to, after the talking but I wasn't able to control myself from kissing you, my love.” He gave a boyish smile.

Oh to finally have my love back.