The female protagonist who has lived a difficult life & the chaebol Taehyung
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Sweet Fall
The year I turned six, my parents' business failed. I hid in an alley to avoid loan sharks, and even slept in a jjimjilbang (Korean sauna). It was difficult and exhausting to deal with all of that at such a young age, but I knew I wasn't alone.
I was working hard at my part-time job, getting a small studio apartment, and slowly paying off my debt. When I was eight, my dad went gambling. My mom just stood there, dumbfounded, and for the first time, I felt a pang of resentment. I trusted him. I'll stop now. I hope today is the last time I gamble.
December 24th. On our eighth Christmas Eve, we were evicted from our studio apartment. It was because we couldn't pay our rent. With nowhere else to go, we decided to stay in a cheap, poorly furnished goshiwon (a boarding house). As we walked down the street, holding my mother's hand, we saw a family smiling brightly as they entered a toy store. Honestly, I was envious. I wanted to live like that.
"...Mom. Where are you going?"
"Mom, I'm going to work... Can you wait a little bit?"
"Okay..! I'll wait!"
I saw my mother's eyes twitching, but I pretended not to notice. She hugged me tightly and left the house. I looked out the window of the goshiwon and watched the street. Everyone seemed happy except me.
I've been missing my mom and dad for a while now.
It was almost midnight. Mom and Dad still hadn't come home. I stumbled upon a piece of paper with an address written on it and set out to find her. After walking for some time, I came across a building painted with neon signs. It was a motel. Clutching the crumpled paper, I entered the motel.
A neatly dressed woman asked me what my room number was. I hesitated and then told her my mother's name. She smiled and told me to go up to VIP room 602. We arrived on the sixth floor and stood in front of the door to room 602. I clenched my fist and was about to knock.
"Wait, wait...gasp.."
"..."
My heart skipped a beat. I heard my mother's moans and a man's low voice. Even at a young age, I knew this was definitely not a good thing. I collapsed in shock. At that moment, a loud bell sound filled the city. Christmas songs rang out from the city, and my ears were filled with only obscene sounds.
It was the worst Christmas of my life.
From that day on, I voluntarily entered the orphanage. I didn't want to be a burden to my parents any longer. That's how I spent nine years in the orphanage. I lived a bright life, never letting anyone criticize me. I bravely worked part-time and cared for my younger siblings. I also worked hard at school, earning scholarships and consistently ranking among the top students in my class.
"Hello. This is Kim Taehyung."
"Hello! I'm Yeoju!"
And that day I met you.
Unlike me, you were a wealthy and blunt person. You spent my first year of high school with me, creating many memories. Thanks to you, I got along well with my other friends, and I advanced to my second year without any problems.
"Taehyung! We're in the same class!!"
"That's right."
"Isn't it good?"
"good."
"me too!"
You smiled prettily at my actions. I liked that about you. You pretended to be blunt and harsh, but ultimately, you had a warm personality. We relied on each other, and we trusted each other.
"Hey lady!"
"huh?"
"Did you know Taehyung has a girlfriend?"
"Wow! Taehyung?"
"Yeah, yeah! You know that guy in the next class, right? He's dating her."
"Awesome! I have to congratulate you!!!"
That was the day I found out you had a girlfriend. When I got to class, you were asleep, face down on your desk. I tapped you and told you to wake up. And you woke up with a raspy voice.
"You have a girlfriend? Congratulations!!!"
"...thanks."
"You said all of them, right? All of them are so pretty. Let's have lunch together, the three of us!!!"
"...okay."
I was excited, thinking I'd made a new friend. Lunchtime was approaching, and I hummed along, going to call Dahae instead. When I ran into Dahae, I raised my hand and smiled at her, but she was terrified. Her friends nearby stared at me like I was some kind of bug.
"We have to do it! Together...!"
"Do you like Taehyung?"
"...what?"
“You like Taehyung, right? Otherwise, there’s no way you’d send me threatening texts!!!”
"...What are you talking about? I have to do everything..."
Students passing by whispered, and Dahae began to cry even harder. And at the same time, vibrations began to emanate from all over the place. I checked my phone, and the message that was uploaded to Daejeon was a KakaoTalk message between Dahae and me. To be exact, it wasn't me, but me.
"Crazy... Jiyeoju... Isn't she a total split personality?"
"Goosebumps..."
"No... I didn't do it!!!"
A sea of sharp stares glared at me. My heart pounded wildly. A sense of injustice filled my chest, and tears welled up in my eyes. It wasn't my fault. Wanting to avoid their gaze, I pushed through the crowd and ran to the rooftop.
As I climbed up to the rooftop, my legs gave out. I found myself biting my fingernails without realizing it. I was so anxious, I was afraid everyone would leave me.
I handed in my early leave and walked with heavy steps to the orphanage. Then I encountered the director, carrying a carrier with sad eyes.
"...Director?"
"Yeoju... I'm sorry, but I don't think I can stay at the orphanage anymore."
"Why, why? Kids, don't you have enough money for food...? I'll give you money...so please don't kick us out...Okay?"
"..."
The director abruptly turned his head. Everything crumbled. My hands began to tremble, and my vision went black. What am I going to do now? It was scarier than the fear I'd felt nine years ago.
I got a text from you. You asked where I was, and I just turned off my phone. I didn't have the confidence to look at you. You'd probably look at me like I was a bug. Then I'd really die. I don't think I could survive.
I saw Inyoung from afar. It was you, running towards me, sweat dripping down your face. I lowered my head. Tears fell down my tattered shoes. In an instant, I fell into the abyss. Just like twelve years ago.
"...Jiyeoju."
“I… I… No… Taehyung… I didn’t do that… You know… I don’t have anyone on KakaoTalk besides you and the director…!”
"..."
"Please... please believe me... I'm really not Taehyung..."
"...believe."
"Taehyung.."
"I trust you."
Your words made me smile like an idiot. It felt like you were on my side. You smiled faintly and picked up my carrier.
"Stay at my house."
"Thank you...thank you, Taehyung.."
"..."
Since then, I've lived in your magnificent mansion. We went to school together, and we came home together. Everyone still looked at me like trash, but I didn't care. You were still on my side.
"My lord."
"...I have to do it all."
"You know you're a really bad bitch, right?"
"...you still,"
That's when food waste plopped down on my head. A foul stench enveloped me. Da-ha poured the sewage water she was holding onto me and, with tears in her eyes, ran down the stairs with the other kids.
"Oh my gosh..!"
"...Taehyung.."
"Who said that? Huh?"
"..."
"Who did this..."
"I...should I quit school?"
"..."
"I'll just study alone at your house."
"...Are you sure that's true?"
"Yeah... I'm so tired, sob... sob..."
"..."
On the day I burst into tears, you simply held me in a calm embrace. I was covered in trash, but you didn't care. From that day on, I had to rely solely on the person named Kim Taehyung.
It's been five months since I've been living in the room next to yours. I was living comfortably under your parents' care. It was 2 a.m.. I was finishing my studies and about to go to bed when the door opened.
"Huh? Taehyung."
"..."
"What's going on? Do you need anything?"
You never answered my questions. As I slowly approached you, you roughly bit my lips. You locked the door with one hand and carried me to the bed.
I pushed you away in embarrassment. You looked down at me with half-open eyes. Those eyes were truly captivating.
"...Taehyung."
"..i like you."
"..."
"I like you...so just look at me...ok?"
"..."
I pressed my lips against yours without a word. I knew I couldn't do anything without you anymore. I decided to just accept you. You seemed to understand my intentions, as you grabbed the back of my neck and engulfed my lips.
"..."
Born into a chaebol family, I had everything. People who would get whatever they wanted from me, no matter what. And my brilliant mind. I realized I was smart when I was five. I knew how to get people to bow down to me, how to beg me.
I remember clearly. I was six. A girl I saw at a restaurant. Unlike me, you possessed an unsullied purity, untainted by anything. In that moment, an obsession dawned on me. You were like a blank canvas. I wanted to paint you with my own colors.
"dad."
"Yeah, Taehyung."
"Please ruin this restaurant."
"...uh?"
"Please ruin this restaurant. Why not?"
"...Okay. If our son wants it."
The next day, a new headline appeared in the newspaper: a famous restaurant had gone under. The corners of my mouth curled up. I dabbed a dot of paint on a white piece of paper.
I asked my father's secretary to meet the owner of the restaurant I'd been to the other day. So, in less than 30 minutes, they were brought home.
"hello."
"M, what's going on..."
"I'm a beggar now."
"..."
"There isn't any money."
"What are you trying to say?"
"I'll give you money."
Instead, keep it a secret from your daughter. Live happily in secret. Just you. I could see their faces distort. They pretended to go to work, gambled, bought luxury goods, and toiled away at their bodies. Do whatever you wanted.
They nodded, shedding tears. It was what people prioritized. It wasn't their children or their happy families, but their own lives. Perhaps it was because they'd figured it all out too early.
"When I hear that your daughter is happy,"
"I don't know what will happen, you know?"
I used to treat people easily.
The day I turned eight, I heard some exciting news. You were sent to an orphanage, alone. Now, the only place you could rely on was the orphanage. I began to paint on the canvas.
I heard about you every week. What did you do today? Did you have any new likes or dislikes? I learned about you one by one. Years later, I heard you were entering the same high school as me.
I approached you first. As I gazed into your eyes, all I could think of was wanting to make you mine. I wanted to see your smile, your expressions, and hear your voice.
But you didn't. You smiled at everyone and were kind. That wasn't right. You were supposed to rely on me.
So I decided to send you crashing into the abyss.
"Hello. I'm done."
"Hello...what's up?"
"Will you go out with me?"
"...what?"
"You like me."
"..."
"Jiyeoju. I didn't like seeing you. You were just hanging around me."
"..."
"Just bully him. Make him hate everyone in this school."
Then you will only lean on me.
I decided to use Dahae, who liked me, as a card to get you. And then I headed to the orphanage.
To destroy your final resting place.
I mean this much to you, so don't be too sad, Juya.
"There's a girl here who looks like this, right?"
"Oh...ah! Did you come to see our heroine?"
"No. I'll give you some money. Just throw it away. That guy."
"'Huh??"
"Don't leave anyone behind. Just throw them away."
The director, who was dripping with sweat, went to collect your belongings with a wad of cash. My colors were now halfway across your canvas. A few days later, as you smiled brightly and ran to Dahae, I sent a pre-edited KakaoTalk message to Daejeon. At the same time, I heard the hallway commotion and saw you running up to the rooftop.
I pictured you shedding tears in front of me. My heart was already pounding.
The day I cried in front of the orphanage until my world was falling apart, and I hated all the students.
You were completely abandoned by everyone, relying solely on me. Now you belong to me. You relied solely on me, trusted only my words. One dawn, when I visited you and spent a passionate night with you. That was the best moment of my life.
Now, your heavy breathing, your hot breath, your voice, your face, your body, everything.
Only I can see and feel it.
I painted the canvas called “you” with the paint called “me” without leaving any gaps.
You fell, but I was there to sweetly seduce you every time.
You have suffered and been in pain more than anyone else, but you have felt a life that is just as sweet.
So that's why.
"..ugh...Taehyung, ah..."
"huh."
"I love you...my, go...huh..."
"I love you too."
Don't feel too wronged.
My writing skills have reached their limits...
Basically, the beginning of the female protagonist's nightmare was Taehyung.
There's a really sexy Fleece that you have to turn on and read to make the article come alive.
Reader: So when does the episode come out?
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