TAEHYUNG'S POV;
The date was September 5th, the city was Seoul in Korea, and the time was night.
Our story begins from, at 11 PM the city's nightlife pulsed with energy. I had spent the evening working late in my office, wrapping up pressing tasks. Now, I sought relaxation and distraction at the exclusive NB2 club.
As I stepped into the vibrant atmosphere, the thumping music and dim lighting enveloped me. Couples swayed to the rhythm, their laughter and whispers mingling with the scent of fine liquor and perfume. I navigated through the crowd, exchanging brief, familiar kisses with several women as I made my way to the counter. It was a habitual gesture, a nod to the club's flirtatious ambiance.
Reaching the counter, I ordered my signature whiskey and gazed around, taking in the sophisticated decor. My eyes landed on Valencia, the club's captivating owner. She stood poised, surveying the room with an air of confidence, her raven hair cascading down her back. Her sleek black silk gown hugged her curves, the cut-out design and revealing neckline accentuating her body.
Valencia's gaze met mine, and she raised an eyebrow, her full lips curving into a subtle smile. I acknowledged her with a nod, returning my attention to my drink.
Lost in thought, I pondered the day's events business deals, strategies, and ambitions. The whiskey warmed my glass, but my mind remained elsewhere.
Valencia's approach broke my reverie. Her voice, husky and smooth, asked, "What are you thinking, Mr. Kim?"
I turned, meeting her gaze. "Nothing special," I replied, my tone neutral, avoiding eye contact.
Valencia's smile deepened. "Shouldn't you think of something special... like me?" Her words dripped with suggestion, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her boldness. Our gazes locked, the air thickening with tension.
As Valencia's words hung in the air, I felt my pulse quicken. Her gaze held mine, a spark of attraction igniting between us.
"Like you?" I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper.
Valencia's smile grew, her eyes never leaving mine. "Yes, Mr. Kim. Like me."
The music and laughter around us faded into the background, leaving only the two of us, locked in a silent understanding.
I raised my glass, taking a sip of the whiskey, feeling the burn all the way down. Valencia's eyes followed the movement, her gaze lingering on my lips.
"Would you like me as your dinner tonight?" she asked, her voice low and husky.My eyes blurred and...
I woke up to Valencia's concerned voice, "Taehyung, are you okay?" Her hands cradled my face, her bold dress a stark contrast to her gentle touch.
Groggy and disoriented, I pushed her hands away and sat up, realizing I was shirtless. Valencia's eyes locked onto mine, filled with worry.
I swiftly got out of bed, grabbed my shirt, and began dressing. Valencia rushed behind me, grasping my arm. "Taehyung, what's wrong? You're leaving already? It's not even sunrise."
I shook her off, my tone firm. "I need to go."
Valencia's expression shifted from concern to confusion. "Taehyung, what happened? Why are you leaving me?"
I turned, my gaze piercing. "Don't touch me."
Valencia's eyes widened as I forcefully removed her hand. "How dare you touch me?" I growled.
Her voice trembled. "Taehyung, we spent the night together. What's changed?"
My anger boiled over. "You think you can buy me with your charms? You're disgusting."
I tossed a wad of cash from my wallet at her feet. "Take this. It's all you're worth to me."
Valencia's face contorted in shock, then laughter. "You come here seeking pleasure, yet condemn me? You're a hypocrite, Taehyung."
I stormed out, leaving Valencia and her biting words behind.
I stumbled home, the city's neon lights blurring together as exhaustion wrapped around me like a shroud. The cool water of my shower washed away the sweat and grime of the night, but my mind remained stuck on the party.
The thumping bass still echoed in my ears, and I could taste the bitter tang of alcohol on my lips. I recalled the woman's cloying perfume, her invasive touch sending shivers down my spine.
As I collapsed into bed, the softness enveloped me, but my thoughts remained restless. I remembered Flex's laughter, his familiar voice cutting through the din. I grabbed my phone, the screen's glow illuminating my darkened room, and dialed his number.
The silence that followed was oppressive, punctuated only by the hum of my air conditioner and the distant city sounds. Frustration simmered, my fingers drumming against the bedframe.
AUTHOR'S POV;
Taehyung's eyes scanned his phone, the screen's glow illuminating his tense face. Twelve missed calls. The time glared back: 2:51. He sprang up, jacket in hand, and rushed out into the crisp night air.
Fireworks exploded above, casting flickering shadows on the dark streets. The boom and crackle reverberated through his chest. Shouts and cheers taehyun taehyun. from the crowd mingled with the scent of smoke and burning rubber.
Taehyung was known as taehyun in the racing areas and spots because he was a famous president of country so he can't use his real name he mostly hide his face.
Jungkook's panicked voice pierced the din Jungkook: "Oh, damn it, Taehyung! Where are you?"
His words were laced with worry, echoing through Taehyung's mind.
Behind the wheel, Jungkook gripped the steering wheel tightly, his hands shaking with fear. The leather creaked beneath his grasp. He inhaled deeply, the smell asphalt filling his lungs.
Jungkook: "Confidence confidence, Jungkook!"
he coached himself, voice firm. You've got this! It's just a drifting race. You can't lose!"
The engine roared to life, its rumble vibrating through his veins. Jungkook's determination solidified, his gaze locked on the track ahead.
Jungkook: "Today, you're Taehyung for 15 minutes. Don't lose hope! This is about pride of your friend!"
With a deep breath, Jungkook put the car in gear, ready to take on the challenge.
The starting gun fired, and the countdown began. Jungkook's heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline coursing through his veins like liquid fire. The air was electric, charged with anticipation.
5... 4... 3... 2... 1.
Engines roared to life, tires screeching as cars surged forward. Jungkook's eyes locked onto Taehyung, sprinting towards the car, helmet clutched in his hand. The neon lights of the track reflected off the wet pavement, casting a kaleidoscope of colors.
The cars accelerated, but Jungkook remained still his fear was not letting him to race Jung was about to race and, his eyes fixed on Taehyung, who was sprinting towards the car, helmet in hand. Jungkook swiftly exited, and Taehyung took his place, speeding his red Porsche into the lead.
The crowd erupted, fireworks exploding in the sky. Taehyung took the lead but felt unwell, his vision blurring. He removed his helmet for taking breathe, taking a sharp turn. The crowd's chants - "Taehyun! Taehyun!" - the fire the crowd fueled his focus again to race shake his eyes to remove the blur.
With mere seconds left, Taehyung crossed the finish line, victorious. The crowd's thunderous applause enveloped him. He drifted again, lost in his own world.
Suddenly, his car's engine sputtered, and flames engulfed the hood. Jungkook rushed towards Taehyung, who emerged unscathed. His car was burning and taehyung hardly come out. The fire brigade swiftly extinguished the flames.
Jungkook: "Are you okay, Taehyung?"
Jungkook asked, concern etched on his face.
"I'm fine, don't worry," Taehyung reassured.
Jungkook's eyes narrowed. "What happened? Your car was fine last week."
Taehyung shook his head. "I have no idea."
As they sat aside, Jungkook teased, "Mister, where were you? You took my breath away! You know I am not an expert in drifting."
Taehyung listened silently, his eyes closed.
Jungkook persisted, "Were you at NB2?"
Taehyung's gaze met Jungkook's, and he closed his eyes again.
"How can you be so irresponsible?" Jungkook asked.
Taehyung sighed. "Just keep quiet."
Jungkook's concern deepened. "What happened?"
Taehyung hesitated before revealing, "I went to NB2 for a whiskey, to clear my head from work and get ready for the race. Valencia approached me there at club... and I don't remember what happened next. When I woke up, I was shirtless, and she was beside me."
Jungkook's eyes widened. "You slept with her?"
Taehyung's face twisted in disgust. "No, I didn't. Drinks are my escape, nothing more."
Jungkook: "That bitch knows you dislike physical touch without permission even she knows u still didn't get a bed with anyone without permission."
Taehyung's jaw clenched.
Taehyung: "She'll pay for crossing her limits. She doesn't know who she's dealing with."
With that, Taehyung stood, his expression cold and determined.
As the music pulsated through the air, Taehyung and Jungkook surrendered to the rhythm, their movements fluid and synchronized. The crowd swirled around them, a kaleidoscope of colors and laughter.
Confetti exploded above, shimmering fragments raining down. The scent of champagne and beer wafted through the air, mingling with the sweet tang of victory.
Taehyung's eyes sparkled, his smile radiant, as he spun Jungkook around. Jungkook's laughter echoed, his hair flying as he twirled. The music's beat reverberated through their bodies, a shared pulse of triumph.
Strangers became friends, united in celebration. Drinks flowed, splashing onto the pavement as the crowd cheered and chanted.
Taehyung and Jungkook danced, lost in the moment, their bond strengthened by shared victory. The world narrowed to the thrill of success, the rush of music, and the joy of camaraderie.
As the night wore on, the celebration intensified, a whirlwind of sound and color. Taehyung and Jungkook stood at the center, basking in the glow of their triumph.
The music paused, and a voice boomed through the speakers. "Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of tonight's drifting competition, Taehyun."
The crowd erupted, cheering and chanting Taehyung's name. He raised his arms, basking in the adoration.
As the applause died down, Jungkook leaned in.
Jungkook:"Let's get out of here. We've celebrated enough .Today we both are over drinking who will handle us."
They both giggles*
Taehyung nodded, his eyes still locked on the crowd. Taehyung: "You're right. We have business to attend to."
They exited the venue, flanked by their team and security. The night air was crisp, filled with the promise of new beginnings.
As they walked, Jungkook asked, "What's the plan, Taehyung?"
Taehyung's gaze turned cold, his voice barely above a whisper.
Taehyung: she crossed a line. I will just teach her a lesson."
Jungkook's eyes widened, but he said nothing.
The darkness ahead seemed to grow, anticipation building.
...
Burak, an elderly man, rushed into the house, excitement etched on his face, the screen door creaking behind him.
"Azlin! Azlin! Where's my child?"
The warm sunlight streaming through the windows highlighted the dust motes dancing in the air. Azlin, gardening in the backyard, quickly dropped her tools, the metal trowel clattering on the stone path. She hurried inside, the scent of fresh earth and blooming flowers lingering on her clothes.
Azlin: "Appa, what's wrong? You called me in such a hurry," Azlin asked, concern creasing her forehead.
Asma, Azlin's mother, entered the room, her eyebrows furrowed, the soft rustle of her clothing a stark contrast to Burak's boisterous entrance.
Asma: "Burak, what's happening? Why are you shouting?"
Burak beamed with joy, his eyes shining like polished onyx.
"Asma, you don't know this news! It's happiness!" His voice trembled with emotion.
Azlin's curiosity grew, her heart racing with anticipation.
Azlin: "Appa, calm down and tell me what happened."
Burak took a deep breath, his chest expanding beneath his worn cotton shirt.
"The university you applied to... they've accepted you with a scholarship! Your tuition will be free!"
The room erupted in a joyful cacophony - laughter, tears, and exclamations of gratitude. Azlin's eyes sparkled, her face radiant with happiness.
Azlin: "Oh, really? Ya Allah, thank you so much!"
Father and daughter shared a heartfelt hug, the warmth of their embrace filling the room. The scent of cooking spices and fresh bread wafted from the kitchen, mingling with the sweetness of their celebration.
However, Asma's expression remained subdued, her lips pursed, her eyes clouded with concern.
Asma: "Burak, I'm shocked... and this is the happy news?"
Azlin noticed her mother's unease, her brow furrowing. Azlin: "Eomma, aren't you happy?"
Asma forced a smile, her voice laced with resignation. Asma: "I am, my daughter... but how much will you study? It's just a waste of money. You should start working now."
Azlin's cheer faltered, replaced by sadness, the silence between them heavy with unspoken doubts.
Burak intervened, placing a reassuring hand on Azlin's shoulder, his touch warm and gentle.
"Asma, it's not a waste. Azlin wants to be a doctor, and we'll support her."
Asma: "don't tell me Burak her wish is to become an artist it's your wish to make her doctor."
Just then, Aylin, Azlin's sister, entered the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click.
Azlin: "Assalamualaikum! What's going on, ladies and gentlemen?"
The sound of Aylin's voice, bright and cheerful, dispelled the tension. Azlin shared the news, her excitement renewed.
Azlin: "Aylin, you know the scholarship I applied for?"
Aylin's face lit up, her eyes sparkling like diamonds. Aylin: "Yeah, yeah! What?"
Azlin grinned, her smile infectious.
Azlin: "They accepted my scholarship!"
Aylin rushed to hug her sister, beaming, the sisters' laughter echoing through the room.
Aylin: "OMG, really! Congratulations my Rapunzel!We won't celebrate like this. Let's have a special dinner tonight."
Burak nodded, his face aglow with happiness.
"Yes, today we should celebrate this happiness. Aylin, make a list; I'll get the things from the market."
Aylin agreed, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm. Aylin:"Okay, Appa, just wait a minute."
AZLIN POV;
I floated into my room, still basking in the euphoria of the scholarship news. My heart sang with excitement, my mind racing with possibilities. I needed to share this with someone, someone who'd understand my joy who is it of course my soyaaa (hazel's nickname) darling.
I spotted my phone on the bed, grabbed it, and sank into the plush comforter. My fingers flew across the screen, dialing Hazel's number.
As the phone rang, I couldn't help but grin. Hazel answered on the first ring.
Hazel: "Assalamualaikum, girl! What's up?" Hazel's cheerful voice filled the line.
I took a deep breath, containing my excitement. Azlin: "Walikiumsalam Hazel, you won't believe the news!"
Hazel: "Try me!"
Hazel's laughter echoed through the phone.
Azlin: "They accepted my scholarship! I'm going to be a doctor!" I blurted, my words tumbling out in a rush.
Hazel's shriek pierced the air.
Hazel: "OH. MY. GOD! AZLIN, THAT'S AMAZING!"
I laughed, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes.
Azlin: "I know, right? I'm still in shock."
Hazel's voice softened.
Hazel: "You deserve this, my gear Rapunzel. You've worked so hard. How's your family reacting?"
I hesitated, thinking of my mom's concerns.
Azlin: "Mom's a bit... hesitant. But Baba's over the moon."
Hazel's understanding tone reassured me.
Hazel: "Don't worry, Azlin. Your mom will come around. She just wants what's best for you."
We chatted for a while, reliving the excitement, making plans for celebration.
As I hung up, I felt lighter, my heart still soaring. This conversation with Hazel had solidified my resolve. I was going to make the most of this opportunity.
I glanced around my room, taking in the familiar surroundings. Everything felt different now, bathed in the warm glow of possibility.
My gaze landed on the acceptance letter on my desk, and a smile spread across my face.
AUTHOR'S POV
Azlin gently placed her phone on the bed and slid off the comforter, her feet sinking into the soft carpet. She felt an overwhelming urge to connect with Allah, to express her gratitude for this blessing.
She made her way to the prayer room, a serene space filled with the scent of incense and the soft glow of candles. The intricate patterns on the prayer mat seemed to shimmer in the dim light.
Azlin performed her ablution, feeling the cool water refresh her spirit. She stood before the prayer mat, her hands raised in supplication.
"Allahu Akbar," she whispered, beginning her prayer.
As she bowed and prostrated, her heart swelled with gratitude. She felt Allah's presence envelop her, guiding her through the ups and downs of life.
"Alhamdulillah," she whispered, thanking Allah for the scholarship, for her family, for Hazel's unwavering support.
Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she prayed for her mother's understanding, for her father's continued guidance, and for her own strength to pursue her dreams.
After completing her prayer, Azlin sat on the mat, her eyes closed, basking in the tranquility. She felt a deep sense of peace, knowing Allah had her back.
"Amen," she whispered, sealing her prayer.
As she opened her eyes, the room seemed brighter, filled with an otherworldly light. Azlin smiled, feeling renewed, refreshed, and ready to face the challenges ahead.
She rose from the prayer mat, her footsteps quiet on the carpet. In the hallway, she heard Aylin's laughter, followed by Baba's warm voice.
Aylin: "Azlin, come help with dinner preparations! We're celebrating tonight!"
Azlin's heart swelled with love for her family. Tonight, they'd come together, united in their joy.
Next Morning.
Taehyung descended the stairs, his blue suit impeccably tailored, accentuating his resolute jawline.
Breakfast awaited him at the dining table, but his tranquility was short-lived.
As he began eating, he instructed his servant
Taehyung: "Prepare a room for grandma. She's arriving from the daegu to here Seoul today after two years prepare special lunch and dinner for today and must check the house cleaning."
The servent nodded "yes, sir"
Just then, the phone rang. Taehyung's gaze narrowed as he answered.
"Hey, Taehyung. What's up? I alhav some thing to tell u" Haroon, his lawyer friend, said.
"I'm listening," Taehyung replied, his tone measured.
Haroon: "I've discovered some information about your parents' murderer"
Haroon revealed.
Haroon: "He's living in your town, working at a car service. His wife owns a small Fried chicken restaurant."
Taehyung's eyes blazed with anger as he stood up
Taehyung: "Tell me his name,"
he demanded, his voice low and menacing.
Haroon: "Calm down, Taehyung. We're not 100% certain yet," Haroon cautioned.
Haroon: "We can't punish him without confirmation."
Taehyung's jaw clenched.
Taehyung: "How much longer will it take?" he pressed. "
Just give me his name."
Haroon hesitated before responding.
Haroon: "Burak...Burak Ahmed, But if he's innocent, what will you do? You can't punish him without proof."
Taehyung's anger boiled over, and he cut the call.
His mind racing, Taehyung's thoughts turned to revenge but he was confused at the moment should he take the revenge or not.
TAEHYUNG'S POV;
I stepped out of the office, exhausted from a long day of work. The cool evening air hit me as I walked to my car, the scent of freshly cut grass wafting through the streets. It was 4:00 PM, and I decided to head to the NB2 club. The thumping bass and vibrant lights of the club beckoned me as I entered.
I approached the counter, the smell of alcohol and perfume hanging heavy in the air. I asked the counter man, "Where's Valencia?" The counter man replied, "She's in a meeting room." I began to head towards the room, the counter man stopping me saying"she is in meeting and no one is allowed to go inside " I ignored him and head to the room,