Taehyung's pov

"Taehyung!" Jungkook warned, moving my hands from his ass again. "People are looking!"
I grinned against the soft skin of his neck. He really did smell good. "Let them look."

He leaned up on his toes, and I bent my head down to hear what he had to say. To anyone looking at us we were trading secrets, lovers whispering sweet words to each other. The truth was far different.
"You aren't paying me enough to let you grope me in public all night," he hissed into my ear.

I smirked as I yanked him tighter to my side, my arm like a piece of iron around his waist. "I pay you to act like a loving fiancée-so play your part. If I want to grope you, I will."
"You already got the job. Why are you trying so hard?"
I forced him closer. "I want to keep it-act as if you can't wait to get me home and fuck your brains out, and we can leave soon."

I didn't give him a chance to speak. I crashed my mouth to his, holding his head tight in my hand, kissing him hard. Because I was angry and he was the cause, I deepened the kiss, slipping my tongue inside and stroking his.

Nothing prepared me for the flash of desire, or the desperate wish that we were alone, not surrounded by a group of people watching me kiss my fiancée.

"I think we need to go home."

I winked at him. "I've been waiting for you to say that."
He glared, and I wanted to laugh. Whether he knew it or not, he had just made certain everyone thought the same thing.

My plan had worked.

"Oh, no, you aren't leaving for another hour." Jimin shook his head. "It's not even nine. papa and I still haven't finished talking to Kookie about the wedding. He won't commit to anything! I swear he's hiding something!"

"Fine," I acquiesced. "You have an hour, then he's mine. All mine.Understood? And let me give you a spoiler there's gonna be a big ass surprise."

Yoongi caught my eye and winked. I returned his with one of my own and went back to the group.

Appa insisted on sending us home in his car, and I didn't argue. I wasn't drunk, but I was well on my way.
I'd had far too much scotch. It helped soothe the burn I felt every time I heard Jungkook laugh. Saw his smile. Watched as he made-yet another-instant friend.

I didn't understand why I cared, or why it bothered me.

When we got inside, he helped me off with my jacket, looking concerned.
"You barely touched anything at the party, Taehyung. Let me make you a bite to eat."

"No, I'm fine. I ate a couple of your cookies."

"That's not a meal-or even a snack. I'll make you a sandwich and some hot choco. You'll feel better."

I waved my hand. "Stop acting as though you care how I feel, or what I need." I walked over to the bar and grabbed the scotch. "I said I'm fine. I'll have another drink."

"That's not a good idea You need to eat something." he took the bottle from my hand and started to walk toward the kitchen.

Without thinking, I grabbed his arm, spinning him around. "You don't make decisions for me. If I want to drink, I'll drink."

"Why are you drinking this much, Taehyung? You should be pleased! You fooled your family and the Board members, you got the post! Why are you acting like someone pissed on your cornflakes?"

It exploded. Everything I'd been feeling all evening. The annoyance at how easily they accepted him into our family. The frustration that I was the one on the outside.

I shouldn't like it. I didn't like it. I didn't like him.

"Tell me, Jungkook, what do you get out of this? Do you have some twisted sense of martyrdom? Do you have some sick sense of thinking you're better than me? You put up with my shit for a year, and without barely blinking, you agreed to this masquerade." I stepped closer, my rage boiling to the surface. "You think your sacrifice is going to make me a better man or some sort of shit?" I spat. "You think I'm somehow going to magically fall in love with you and life will be a bed of fucking roses?" I grabbed his arm, shaking him with more force than I knew I should. "Is that what you think?"

His head shook furiously.

"Then, why did you agree? Why are you doing this for me?"

With a curse, I pushed him away. "Get out of my goddamn sight."

I stepped toward the window, gazing out into the dark of Seoul, the lights of the city shining bright in the inky blackness.
Behind me, Jungkook hadn't moved. I was about to tell him to leave again, when he spoke.

"Byun Anna isn't my real aunt. I simply call her that so I don't have to explain our relationship all the time. When I was twelve, my parents were killed in a car crash. I had no other family, so I ended up in the foster system."
That news surprised me, although I remained quiet. I knew his parents had died, but he had never mentioned foster care.

"Twelve-year-old children aren't exactly on the most desired list to be adopted or even fostered, and I went through a few places. The last one wasn't, ah, very nice."

Something in his voice made me turn around. He was standing where I left him, his head down, hair covering his face so I couldn't see anything.

"I ran away. I was on the streets for a while and one day I met my imo Anna. She was an older woman, very kind, and she took me home, cleaned me up, and for some reason, decided I was going to stay with her. She petitioned the province to become my foster parent. She was everything to me-mother, father, friend, teacher. She didn't have much, but what she had, we made the best of it.It was a peaceful life, and for the first time since my parents died, I felt safe-and loved."

"I even got to go to university. I had almost perfect grades in high school, and I got a scholarship."

"You never finished." I remembered that fact from his pages of notes.

His voice was quiet and sad when he spoke. "Aunt became ill. I lived with her while I went to school and she began acting odd. She was diagnosed with Alzheimer's."

"The point is, I realized she needed more care. A decent place. I knew I had to leave school, get a job, and provide that for her. A friend of mine told me about a temporary position with Kim as a PA-the money was good, and if I was careful and found another job right away, I could move Aunt into a nicer place. So, I took the job, and it became permanent."

"One day, Senior Kim called me in and offered me the job as your PA-with a pay increase, since you were notoriously hard to work for-being -The workoholic' and all."

"Money talks." I stated.

He shook his head. "Not usually for me."

To be continued.........

How this revealing would change our taekook life??