⫣38⫦ Son-In-Law

The next day, I help my mother set the table with a nervous, fluttering stomach.

All day in school, I spend keeping up the ruse of the good girl with Momo, Nayeon and Tyuzu and then came up with a lie to meet the boys during lunch to go through the plan one more time. When I got home, my mother was already in the kitchen, apron around her small waist and preparing various foods. It looked like she's planning to invite the entire neighbourhood. My father came home ten minutes ago and excused himself to get changed for our guest of honour. I nearly drop the plate I'm holding when I think about all the things that could go wrong this evening, but I manage to calm down a little, reminding myself this is not BTS's first mission.

They are professionals. I put my trust in them, and I know that no matter what happens tonight, they wont disappoint me.

The shrill sound of the doorbell pierces through the house and I'm glad I finished with the plates, because I might have actually let them fall to the ground, I'm that nervous- and excited. Always excited when Taehyung is involved. " I get it!" I shout to my mom before she even has the chance to take off her apron. I basically run all the way to the front door and throw it open. My mouth parts in surprise the moment my eyes fall on him. He is wearing a grey suit, white shirt beneath and no glasses- only the styled back hair, parted in the middle. He doesn't look one bit like the Taehyung I met, but no less stunning and beautiful.

The long sleeves of the suit cover his tattooed arm and he isn't wearing any earrings or piercings today- he looks just like someone from the world I grew up in- perfect, flawless and well-behaved.

At first, Taehyung is smiling, like he knew I would be the one to open for him, but then his eyes travel up and down my body, taking in my outfit- hand picked by my mother of course. Bright pink fabric hugs my upper body and then opens up to fall to my knees in satin waves. Wrapped around my waist is a little pink bow and just the right amount of neckline- not too much to seem desperate and not high enough to be considered modest, revealing an elegant diamond necklace. I feel like one big show off, with the pinned up hair and glittering earrings. Taehyung seems to think the same. Quietly enough no to be overheard, he says: "You look like someone copy pasted you out of a fashion magazine. Stunning, as always, but not really flattering your personality, if I might say so." I grin wickedly as I step up to him, close enough that I only needed to whisper. "But I guess none of those girls would have been naughty enough not to wear anything beneath?" His eyes widen in surprise and glaze over with that hungry look as he unconsciously steps forward.But before he can respond with an undoubtedly very dirty comment of his own, my mother appears in the hallway behind me and Taehyung glides away seamlessly. "Mr. Lee!" her voice chirps happily. "We are so glad you could make it. Lian has been so excited all day!" It's like Taehyung was never there- only Lee Jae-min, as his entire posture changes: straight back, plastered on fake smile, and keeping a respectable distance from me. He looks past me at her now, replying in a polite, calm voice: "I'm the one who should thank you for the invitation. I've only ever done my job. But of course I couldn't refuse seeing Lian again. You have a wonderful, brave daughter, Miss Cheol."

My mother steps forward with grace and the happiest smile I've seen on her face yet. "Oh, please, call me Heejin," she says and offers him a bow. He throws a brilliant smile back at her which show his white, perfect teeth. "Then I insist on Jae-min too," he replies and bows too. I do my best to stand there like I don't think this whole thing is absolutely hilarious and absurd. If only my mother knew what her lovely Jae-min already did with her precious, little daughter! She ushers both of us inside, managing to look both the calm, controlled hostess and the excited, hopeful mother. She's stunning as usual in a beautiful white one piece suit, her hair travelling around the back of her head in perfect braids and the ruby shining red at her neck. I have never seen my mother without it since my father gave it to her. My father has finished changing and made his way to the counter in the kitchen, greeting the three of us with one of his broad, charming smiles that used to make me admire him, but now only makes me feel sick. I see it for what it is now. A mask to hide the monster beneath. "Lee Jae-min. I'm glad to see you again." He comes stalking over to Taehyung with confident steps and holds out a hand. "I feel like I have to apologize for my behaviour the other day.You see, my daughter had been missing for almost a whole day and I had gone crazy with worry. But I am really glad you've taken care of her so well. Lian has only spoken well of you." Taehyung takes my father's hand without a second of hesitation, but I could swear I see a tremor run through his body at their first touch. I understand it only too well. "No worries, Mr. Cheol. I completely understand. If it had been me, I suppose my parents would have reacted exactly the same." My father's brows shoot up in honest curiosity. "Lian mentioned they owned a company?" Taehyung waves it off, like it's no big deal, but then says: "My father build up a small company when he was my age, investing into renewable energy and producing ideas and products from a little garage next to his parents house. Now, he has twenty buildings in different locations in Korea, thousands of employees and is currently planning his expansion internationally. I can only hope to achieve half as much as my father." I stare at him with big eyes. Since this is the first time I pretend to hear this story too, it wont make my parents suspicious.

In reality though, I wonder who his father had really been. I've never asked or pushed Taehyung for his past- and if he doesn't want to talk about it, I won't. But it hasn't stopped me from being curious.

His mother had been a prostitute he said, that's all I know- all the others know too. Does that mean he never knew who his father is? Maybe he was just one of his mothers clients, never to be seen and heard of again?Or perhaps he knows him? Is he someone responsible for that pain and anguish in him? "That's very impressive. He sounds like an accomplished man.", my father responds, still shaking Taehyung's hand and ripping me out of my thoughts. Taehyung lets go first, still smiling politely. "Thank you. And your daughter told me you are a Lawyer at JYP? It has quite the reputation." My father actually has the audacity to wave it off. As if his position isn't the reason women are still suffering at his volition! "It came quite unexpected and I was very honoured to have received their offer. Even if it meant moving to Seoul, I couldn't refuse." I have to look away from him- maybe I can keep the disgust off my features, but certainly not my eyes- they have to burning with it, no doubt. Taehyung doesn't show any sort of change in his attitude though, simply nodding back politely.

"In life you have to use the chances that come your way, even by making sacrifices." My father's smile broadens. "You are a very smart, young man, Mr Lee. Come, please. Let's eat." We all take our seats. Of course my mother left nothing up to chance, so she makes sure Taehyung and I are on one side, sitting close together, while my parents take a seat on the opposite site, smiling like this really just became Christmas dinner.

"This looks absolutely delicious, Heejin. Thank you for preparing all this. It really wasn't necessary." Taehyung says charmingly to my mother. She replies with a stunning, bright smile. "But of course it was. You saved my daughters life! I can never thank you enough." Taehyung looks over at me. I think he only planned to smile at me and give my mother the impression he would gladly save my life again, but it's like we both get lost into each other's eyes for a moment and the surroundings fall away. It's just him and me. Even though his acting is on point, and he looks nothing like Taehyung of BTS, I can see right through every pretense down to the boy who keeps his pain hidden from the world. A boy who doesn't just want the danger and thrill in his life, but who needs it. Just like I need it too now. I'm like them now. No longer just a wealthy rich girl who is curious and wants to try at being bad- Finding out the truth about my family and the massive lie it all was, I no longer just want it either- I need it. I need BTS and all that comes with them like I need the air to breath. And in his eyes, I can read what he can't say out loud with my parents sitting across, but he feels just as deeply as me: "I need you too." All that passes between us in a matter of a few seconds, before we manage to snap out of it and look back at the two adults in front of us. There is a calculative expression on my father's face, like he's already planning how to take advantage of this situation and my mother's eyes are blazing with excitement, happiness and absolute adoration. I know what she must be seeing: incredibly handsome, smart young boy from a wealthy family, sitting next to her adoring, gentle daughter and who seem to be absolutely smitten with each other.

I don't have to act that- not one bit. Taehyung is brilliant.And even if my parents will never agree, he is more than I could have ever hoped for. He knows all the right things to say- appealing to my father's obsession with success by telling the tale of his own father sharing those traits, working his way up the ladder of society just like he had. And wrapping my mother in sweet little fantasies of being able to offer me a bright and respectable future as the son of a wealthy company owner and a soon-to-be doctor. Taehyung clears his throat, like he's embarrassed to have been caught gawking at me and I make sure to blush and look down- the picture of an innocent, young girl experiencing her First Love. "Let's eat!", my father announces, breaking the moment of silence that has settled over the table. For the next ten minutes, Taehyung is firing lie after lie out of his mouth, creating the image of the perfect son in law any parent could wish for, that I almost start laughing out loud. I am really starting to enjoy this. Those parents of mine, who always just expected things of me and lied and betrayed me- who believe the real Taehyung is probably worth nothing more than a rat on the streets, are eating out of his hand and shooting him respectful and admirable glances over the table, complimenting him on his excellent table manners and his well versed speech. This, I realize, this is payback. We are doing to them what they did to me all my life and it feels good. My mother finally announces the second dish and glides into the kitchen, even though I already feel kind of full from the arrange of salads and snack that served as the pre-course, but Taehyung only nods like he expected nothing less- the slight arrogance of someone who's used to three meal courses. I can't suppress the little grin to myself at his perfect impersonation of the rich, entitled yet charming young man. I watch him lean forward to take a sip from his wine glass- only the best of course, as he picks up the conversation with my father across from him. I nearly hiss out loud in surprise as I feel the warm pressure on my left thigh. It takes me a moment to realize what is happening.

And what is happening, is Taehyung's hand having dropped and now lying on my lap under the table- hidden from the sight of my father, who he's in deep conversation with- distracting him as he starts drawing small circles on the fabric of my dress. It takes all of my willpower not to move- not to react and keep a pleasant smile on my lips at the sensation of his hot skin on my legs.With every circle, the dress hitches up more and more, until it's all the way up to my thigh, and skin meets skin. I try to keep entirely still- giving it my all not to sigh at the pleasure that travels from his touch through my entire body, or let out a shuddering breath because of my pulsing heartbeat as his touch drives me crazy. I don't even hear a word of the conversation as Taehyung's finger's travel up, along the inside of my thighs, drawing closer to a place that's all tingly and yearning. Something tightens deep inside me, asking to be explored and worshipped and set free. I also haven't been lying earlier- When my mother brought me this ridiculous pink Barbie dress, a sense of rebellion had overcome me and I decided to be a doll on the cover, and a hoe underneath. And as Taehyung's fingers keep drawing upwards, awakening my body with a desire that travels down to my core and right beneath my thighs, I wonder what it will feel like if he touches me there.

My mind can't think of anything else.

I need him closer.

Now, or I might not be able to keep still for much longer. Already I feel the muscles of my thighs twitch, begging him to do... something. And then my mothers voice announces her return as she shouts from the kitchen:"I hope you like Casserole, Jae-Min."

And just as she appears in the door frame, Taehyung's finger flicker upwards, right into the wetness between my legs, making me groan out in a shuddery breath.

The feeling is so unexpected and so intense, I don't see anything for a split second, trapped in the moment of pleasure.

But then his hand is suddenly gone, already on the table again in time for when both my parent's turn to me with surprised eyes.

Realizing my mistake, I quickly shoot my mother a lovely smile, still feeling the ghost of Taehyung's touch between my legs that makes me cross them, pushing tightly together, as I say enthusiastically: "This smells soo delicious, mom. I feel like I'm starving." My mothers immediately giggles, not suspecting anything as she glances at Taehyung, while I try to control the wild arrange of images appearing before me- of what might have happened if my mother hadn't interrupted.

Of what it would feel like if Taehyung kept touching me. Of one of those long wicked fingers to tease my entrance and slip in...Up until now, no one but myself ever touched me down there. Geez... not the time to think about that!

Not when the mere thought has me turning red and filling me with a need that has no place in the here and now.

"I hope our guest will like it too. Here, Jae-Min, please try."

Only my father shoots me a long, questioning look, but then only shrugs his shoulders almost unnoticeable and helps himself to some food as well, deciding my little outburst is nothing to be suspicious about.

And as Taehyung grins down at his food, I know that bastard is smiling for a totally different reason.

I kick him against the shin under the table. He doesn't even flinch, but he finishes his first bite of his food and then turns to my mother with a wide, sparkling smile.

"I never knew I could enjoy anything this much, Heejin. Thank you for creating something so delicious." I smile at his double meaning, enjoying the renewed warmth flowing through my body way too much. There is no change in him- not a single notice that he's about to do something that could end up with him getting caught and possibly thrown into prison as he finishes his plate with a big smile and then politely asks for the bathroom. Everything in me twists together in one nervous, excited ball as my mother smiles unknowingly at him, and points to the hallway. "It's the third door to the left, I will show you," she says already standing up, but I stop her. "I can do it, mom," I tell her and receive a little secretive grin from her, like this is exactly what she wanted.

She nods her head with a smile and I turn to Taehyung. "This way," I tell him, already on my feet.He smiles up at me and nods, then follows me out the door. The plastered on smile drops from his face the moment we are out of sight, replaced by a dark glee in his eyes.

Relieves floods me at seeing it- reassuring me that everything really only has been an act. I love the shimmering danger in his eyes and the evil smirk that appears every time he's about to do something utterly reckless and stupid. The same smirk is plastered on my face as I turn to him. "Do you remember the passcode?" Honestly it was way too easy to figure it out. Almost boring. One innocent question to my father as he was on the way to his office, a lovely thankful smile at his answer and then pretending to leave as he turns to type in the numbers.

He would never even suspect me of trying to break in, no! I am his ever dutiful, responsible and obeying daughter and even if I for some reason do know the code to his office, I would never event think about entering without permission.

He shoots me a sideways grin as we walk passed the bathroom and towards the base of the staircase. There he turns, already on the first step, towering above me. "You think I can't remember six numbers?" I only raise my eyebrows in a demanding expression. He sighs and lets out a small chuckle. "134340. And don't worry," he adds, taking out a little flat device. "This is going to take care of the alarm system inside while I find the adapter and make the switch. Now, go back to your parents and keep them occupied for the next two minutes." Before I can say anything, he leans down and kisses me hard and demanding, like I wanted him to do this since the moment he entered the house- and every day since I met him. He pulls away, both of us a little out of breath and then shoots me a wicked, little smile. "You really aren't wearing pants," he breaths out, sounding both surprised at utterly thrilled by it.

Then he pulls me close against him- close enough for me to feel the hardness of him pressing against my lower stomach, making me gasp in surprise.

The blood rushes back into my head, and my eyes fly wide. He only keeps grinning, leaning close to my ear, his breath hot and heavy. "You think you're the only one who has a right to get turned on? Next time, I wont care who the fuck is next to us, but I'm not going to stop again, whether it's the police or your god damned parents who see us." The low spoken words make my heart beat go crazy, even as he pulls away and walks up the stairs into the darkness above. I turn with shaking legs, both because of how many things could go wrong, and because of his words- and how much I want them to happen soon.

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