I Transmigrated and Got a Husband and a Son!
Chapter 1
Author
This is a Taekook story adaption.
"And the best actor award goes to..." the man on the stage paused, and scanned the stars occupying the seats before him. Everyone held their breaths, anticipation brimming in their eyes, waiting patiently for the announcement of the best actor of the year in this prestigious gathering of stars.
A round of applause exploded in the venue as soon as the men announced the name of who won the award. Some audiences turned their heads in Kim Taehyung's direction, a rising star who had been making headlines in the past months.
Kim Taehyung, the man sitting at the far back, covered his lips in surprise. His heart was racing, overwhelmed by this win. His phoenix eyes shone beautifully as a layer of tears instantly coated his eyes.
Taehyung looked around him, only to see people in the industry clapping for him. The host continued to speak his piece while the screen showed the Taehyung starred.
Taehyung mustered his courage to stand despite the overwhelming feeling that had filled his chest. The applause continued while he marched to the stage to receive the award.
Taehyung was a rookie star. He competed against veteran actors who have been in the industry for decades. Therefore, being nominated in the same category as them was already an honor. Who would have thought he would win?
"Congratulations, Mister Taehyung". The host congratulated him with a big smile, handing him the acrylic trophy before giving the stage to him.
Kim Taehyung
"I..." his lips quivered and his voice cracked.
Kim Taehyung
"I want to thank everyone who believed in me and congratulations to those who got nominated. Honoring me with a nomination and putting me in the same category as those I look up to and idolize, I'm truly thankful."
The smile in the crowd widened, especially those who lost the category. Although most of the nominated candidates were established artists, they accepted the fact that they lost to a rookie without any bitterness.
This young actor who just recently rose to fame with the first film he starred in was not only a talented actor but also a humble young man. The film he did had a low budget, but it became a blockbuster.
Kim Taehyung
"Lastly, I want to..."
Taehyung shifted his gaze to the camera and lifted his trophy.
Kim Taehyung
"...thank my dad for his support. He is surely watching right now. So Dad, your son won an award."
A drop of tear escaped his eyes as he laughed at his last sentence. The crowd also laughed with him before another round of applause exploded in the air. Following that award, Taehyung received a series of congratulations from his fellow artists, other companies, agencies, and from fans.
Everyone was expecting his career to take off -- to skyrocket to another higher level than the one he had. Taehyung was also hopeful.
However, receiving the award was the first and last good thing that happened to him.
Taehyung sat on the edge of the bed, holding a photo frame under the dimness of the room. Unlike the beautiful eyes he has carried five years ago that brimmed with life, they were now a pair of empty eyes.
Taehyung caressed the portrait with his fingertips, gulping down the tension that was building in his throat. He had this urge to cry-- to sob, but alas, he couldn't. He couldn't shed another tear because he had been crying in his heart for the part five years.
Kim Taehyung
"I missed you so much, Dad," came out a quiet voice.
Five years ago, Taehyung won the best actor award. He celebrated this milestone with everyone attending the after-party. Little did he know, while he was partying, his father was fighting for his life.
That was the start of how his life spiraled out of control, and now, here he was.
Five years ago, Taehyung was married to a man he didn't love just because they have a child he didn't also want. He left his career to become a housewife. Housewife... something he never dreamed of being.
Kim Taehyung
"I am...a failure, am I, Dad?"
A ridiculing dry laugh slipped past his lips, placing down the frame to his side. Taehyung bent over to reach for the drawer on the bedside table, taking out a bottle of pills he purchased a week ago.
When he straightened his back, his eyes remained on the bottle pill in his hand. They said taking enough of these pills in one go was an instant kill.
Kim Taehyung
"I've endured five years," he whispered, gripping the bottle even tighter.
Kim Taehyung
"I cannot anymore."
Taehyung opened the lid and poured as much pill into his other hand. He gulped, eyes brimming with determination. He closed his eyes for a moment, and when he reopened them, he raised his hand to his lips.
However, just as his lips parted, and was about to shove the pills into his mouth, he threw them away. His face crumpled in dismay, eyes bloodshot in anger. Despite the darkness of his room, he could see the pills scattered on the floor.
Taehyung tried to take his life countless times in the past five years. But alas, he always stopped at the last second- just when he thought his determination wouldn't wave.
Kim Taehyung
"I hate you..." he muttered through his gritted teeth.
Kim Taehyung
"I hate you, Taehyung. I hate you."
Tears brimmed his eyes as he covered his face with his palms. He hated himself. He hated himself after that after-party five years ago. Taehyung could've stayed beside his father that night, but he chose to celebrate and party.
If only he could came home that night, he wouldn't be married now and he probably wouldn't have regrets. However, no amount of regrets could change the past. What was done was done, and he should move on, but Taehyung couldn't move on.
This, he was stuck in regret for the past five years, hating himself, his life, his family, and everything.
Taehyung sobbed quietly as he crawled onto the bed, hugging his father's photo. He lay on his side, curling himself into a ball.
This had been a habit he picked up five years ago. He would try to kill himself, only to stop, and then cry himself to sleep.
It took him hours to stop the tears, still hiccuping. He wiped his tears with the back of his hand, his eyes sore and heavy.
Kim Taehyung
"I really should get myself together💭"
He told himself, gazing at the wall. Usually, he would sleep right after crying. But for some reason, his brain wouldn't let him.
Kim Taehyung
"It was already past midnight💭"
He thought, feeling the dryness of his throat. Taehyung didn't like seeing anyone in this house. At this time, everyone was already sleeping so he could freely get a glass of water to quench his thirst.
But just as Taehyung rolled on his back to get out of bed, his eyes went wide. Someone was standing on the other side of the bed. His room was dark, but he could feel the intense, murderous gaze cast upon him.
The rest of his words rolled back to his throat as the person's hand suddenly covered his mouth, jumping on top of him. Taehyung tried to scream, but his voice was muffled. His breath hitched when the person's other hand wrapped around his neck.
Let me go was what he wanted to say, but everything sounded muffled. Soon, his head felt heavy as the blood circulation stopped. His struggle grew stronger until they turned weaker and weaker.
"Dad..." his eyes dropped heavily as his grip on the person's arm lost strength."...I'm sorry."
His consciousness slowly waned until darkness enveloped him.
The next day, Taehyung was blankly staring at the ceiling. He touched the side of his neck, still feeling the sensation of strangulation last night.
KTH(Vincent soul)
"This man was strangled to death last night..." Vincent muttered, furrowing his brows.
KTH(Vincent soul)
"...and I'm sure I died some time ago. So how in the world and I in this body?"
I'm alive
A man sitting in the back seat of the black sedan let out a series of deep coughs. He tried to cover his mouth with the back of his hand.
A middle-aged man with a stern expression handed him a handkerchief. He snatched the handkerchief and wiped the blood on his lips.
Antoni
"Boss, why don't you stay here?"
Suggested the same man in a black suit. Despite his stern countenance, his worry about him condition peeked in his silver eyes.
Vincent
"I waited for years," he said, glancing at the bloodstained handkerchief.
Vincent
"There's no way in hell I will stay here."
The man had a slight frown on his forehead but didn't argue. He only gazed at his side profile, catching how his phoenix eyes burned with determination. Even if the world ended now, no one would be able to stop him.
Few people know what his real name is. However, in the underground world, anyone who knew his flees whenever they hear the name he was known for. Hell. The man at the helm of the most infamous and mysterious assassin organization.
For the past ten years, his name has gained stories that would make grown men shake in fear. Yet not many knew the real man behind the name. All they knew was that he was an heir of the previous don of the organization; that he got into his position because of his origins. Only a few truly acknowledge this man's excellence in all aspects of life.
Sadly, this man was counting his last days.
Antoni
"Boss," the man quietly called, Vincent simply cast him a quick side-eye.
Antoni
"Was it worth it? Ever since becoming the head of the organization, you've dedicated your life to finding the late madam's murderer. Although this goal of yours was within your reach, don't you have regrets?"
Vincent smirked, casting a haughty look at the man beside him. This man had become his father; he was his mother's most loyal retainer. Thus, he understood he cared for him like he was his own.
Vincent
"Regrets?" Vincent leaned back, his leg was resting over the other.
Vincent
"Why would I regret anything?"
He glanced at the window on his side, watching some men in black approach the mansion in the middle of nowhere.
Vincent
"The only regret I have is I spent ten years hunting down that motherfucker."
Vincent
"I could've done it in a year, but considering he was one of the valued members of the organization, it was understandable it took me a while. I could've married, had a kid, and played the role of a good housewife before I die."
The corner of his red lips curled up into a subtle smile.
Vincent
"Back then, I thought I was lucky to have supportive parents. They never pressured me to inherit this organization our family sustained for many generations. However, now that I've grown, it's not that they were supportive. They simply knew those dreams of mine were nothing but dreams because there was no way out of this world. They just didn't want to hurt my feelings."
Antoni
"You could still do it!" the man exclaimed, hoping he would listen to him just this once.
Antoni
"Once this is over, you can just retire! No one knew about your condition. We can say you left for a mission and —"
Vincent
"Thank you, Antoni." Vincent faced the man with a smile, cutting him off mid-sentence.
Vincent
"I know you want the best for me, but I am the Don in this family now. Maybe if I was lucky enough to get reborn, I'd pursue that dream. But now, I already pledge to spend my last breath being the head of this organization."
Vincent took a deliberate pause, snapping his eyes at the window upon noticing a person approaching the vehicle.
Vincent
"There's no way out of this world. Even if I retire, my enemies will not stop. They will try to take my head for revenge or honor — I already pity my poor future husband."
Vincent
"That is why I'd rather die as Hell and wish I'd get reborn in a normal family."
HE added, flashing Antoni a bright smile he usually wore before the incident ten years ago.
Vincent
"Although it sounds ridiculous, having that thought comforted me in a way. So don't dare pop my bubble."
A man outside knocked on the window, but Vincent and Antoni just stared at each other. The latter let out a deep sigh and forced a meek smile.
Antoni
"Whatever makes you happy," said Antoni, nodding in understanding.
Antoni
"I'll pray that the blessings your family had received will fulfill the wish you have."
Vincent chuckled whilst shaking his head. He then rolled down the window to listen to the man's report.
"We already contained the traitor, Boss," said the man outside the vehicle.
He then gave his a run down on what the place looked like from the inside and he also told him what went down.
Vincent
"I see..." Vincent rocked his head in understanding before looking back at Antoni.
Vincent
"... I guess it's time to skin him alive."
The man outside bowed, and then cautiously opened the door to Vincent's side. Antoni didn't need assistance as he also hitched outside. As soon as he did, he gazed over the roof of the vehicle, only to see the other man handing over his M16 rifle to the boss.
Antoni
"There's a bomb planted somewhere?"
The side of Vincent's lips stretched from ear to ear, lifting the rifle and resting it over his shoulder.
Vincent
"Twenty minutes... that's enough. That pig will have the most agonizing twenty minutes of his life."
A sinister grin turned up on his face, which many people feared.
Vincent, now in Taehyung's body, laid on his back with his eyes fixed on the ceiling as he reminisced the last moments of his life. After that night, Vincent's health gradually declined.
Although his health issues were kept a top secret and only a selected few in the organization knew about it, his death though was no secret.
Vincent made sure everything was settled during his last few months before he quietly passed away.
KTH(Vincent soul)
"It's been five years since my death..." he murmured.
He looked at the dark room where he was still baffled by the phenomenon that struck his life.
KTH(Vincent soul)
"... is it because of our name?"
Vincent, who was now in Taehyung, mulled over it in silence for minutes. His lips slowly stretched after a moment as his eyes sparkled.
KTH(Vincent soul)
"Whatever!" Vincent sat upright, full of energy.
KTH(Vincent soul)
"Whatever the reason, I don't care!"
Taehyung clasped his hand, only to gaze at it upon feeling the coldness in them. His eyes brimmed with sentiments, remembering the agonizing months before he took his last breath as Vincent.
KTH(Vincent soul)
"I'm alive..." he whispered in a shaky voice.
KTH(Vincent soul)
"... I'm alive."
KTH(Vincent soul)
"I'm... alive!!" Vincent spread his arms wide open, cocking his head back, welcoming this new life wholeheartedly without any questions or qualms.
A bad mother and an awful wife
KTH(Vincent soul)
"I'm alive! I'm -- "
Taehyung jumped and his spread arms instantly folded to his chest. He turned his head at the door, where he heard someone calling his name in a panicked voice.
At the doorway stood a middle-aged woman, wearing a maid's uniform with an aghast expression on his face. She was looking at Taehyung like she had seen a ghost.
Miriam
"Young Master! What have you done? Why are all these pills scattered on the floor?!" she yelled.
The maid looked at the pills on the floor with a horrified expression on her face. Her hand went to her chest and looked at the young master.
Miriam hurriedly picked up the pills from the floor. Taehyung rubbed his chin and kept hisgaze on Miriam as he rummaged through the memories the real Taehyung left for him.
Miriam was a maid serving the Jeon Family for decades. She had dedicated her life to the young master Jeon Jungkook, Taehyung's husband.
Even now that Jungkook had grown into a fine man and had a family of his own, she still served him. But now, as Taehyung and Jungkook's son's nanny.
According to Taehyung's memories, Miriam was the only person who truly cared for him in this household. Not that Taehyung was able to open up his heart to Miriam, but unlike everybody else, Taehyung tolerated this nanny.
Miriam
"Master! Are you trying to kill yourself again?"
Taehyung's thoughts halted when Miriam sat on the edge of the bed. He looked at the middle-aged woman whose face bore a mixture of emotion.
Miriam
"What are these pills?"
Taehyung glanced down at Miriam's open palms. The pills that Taehyung tried to drink were like a clear evidence of what this body had tried to do. He looked at the pills again and then cleared his throat.
Miriam
"Master..." Miriam frowned, hiding the pills in the pocket of her apron.
She then reached for Taehyung's hands, squeezing them slightly. Her lips parted, but no words came out. She could only look at the young master with worry reflecting in her eyes.
Miriam was lost for words and didn't know what to say anymore. She already tried her best, gave the young master advice, and created opportunities for him. But alas, Taehyung just kept relapsing.
Even though there were days Taehyung would try out some hobbies, he would still succumb to his intrusive, negative thoughts swirling inside his mind.
Jeon Taehyung(MC)
"Miriam," Taehyung pressed his lips into a thin line.
It was true Taehyung attempted to kill himself last night, only to change his mind at the last second. However, death still came because an intruder strangled the original Taehyung to death.
How would he explain that without causing panic?
Would they even believe him in the first place?
Deep lines appeared between Taehyung's brows as the original Taehyung's demise sank into him. He woke up with the original's memory intact. Therefore, the soul inside the host already knew what real Taehyung's life was like.
Miriam
"Master, don't you have an ounce of affection for the young master?"
Taehyung was pulled back from his inner mussing at Miriam's inquiry.
Miriam
"I know you are unhappy, but the young master is having problems in school."
Taehyung slowly set his eyes back on Miriam. This was the first time this lady spoke such words because she knew Taehyung didn't want this marriage, let alone 'that' child. For the original Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook was the man who took everything from him.
Miriam
"Master, I know I am stepping out of bounds, but please," Miriam mildly squeezed Taehyung's hand, almost begging the latter.
Miriam
"Can you at least try?"
Miriam braced herself for an unpleasant reaction from Taehyung. Taehyung's son and husband were almost like a taboo for him. No one could mention them if he was present; that was no secret for all the servants in the household.
Mentioning their names would instantly put Taehyung in a terrible mood. For Miriam to have such courage, the current Taehyung was certain Miriam had enough.
Or rather, Miriam was worried about something and was trying out a different approach this time.
Jeon Taehyung(MC)
'I can't blame her. After all, this isn't the first time Taehyung tried to kill himself.' Taehyung mentally shrugged. 💭
Jeon Taehyung(MC)
'Though this time, he died. Or rather, murdered.'💭
Miriam
"I know master didn't like the master and the young master, but the young master is still your child. The young master fought his classmate yesterday, which he doesn't do usually. I'm not blaming you, Master, but a child still needs a mother's affection and guidance," Miriam continued her lecture with a deep sigh.
Miriam
"Now, the school sent a letter to Madam and Master to settle this matter. Master, maybe if you try... You will learn how to love the young master and the master."
Jeon Taehyung(MC)
'Huh... this woman...' Taehyung mentally chuckled in amusement.💭
Jeon Taehyung(MC)
'... she's probably ready to die for her to step out of her bounds.' 💭
— Or maybe, Miriam was just fed up trying her best to push Taehyung to open up to his husband and son.
Jeon Taehyung(MC)
'Taehyung, you are a terrible mother and an awful wife,' thought Taehyung to himself. 💭
Jeon Taehyung(MC)
'Though I understand where you are coming from, you shouldn't just blame your husband for your misery. Blame yourself for not trying, even just a tiny bit.'💭
Jeon Taehyung(MC)
'Don't worry. I will cherish this life you didn't,' Taehyung added inwardly, grabbing Miriam's hands this time.💭
Jeon Taehyung(MC)
"Sure," Taehyung smiled, catching Miriam off guard with the sudden show of affection.
Jeon Taehyung(MC)
"Mhmm. Sure," Taehyung nodded.
Jeon Taehyung(MC)
"I'll try my best to fix this family instead of finding ways to kill myself."
Miriam blinked several times, almost there was a look of disbelief on her face. Had she heard correctly?
Miriam
"Master, you're saying...?"
Jeon Taehyung(MC)
"I'm saying I'm done with deaths, dangers, and whatever I had dealt with in the past." Taehyung firmly said.
He then let Miriam's hands go and started combing his jet-black hair back.
Jeon Taehyung(MC)
"And I'm very much willing to embrace the life I have now."
Taehyung winked, his eyes full of life, as he continued.
Jeon Taehyung(MC)
"In other words, prepare me breakfast while I doll myself. Didn't you say my son got into a fight? I'd like to see who hurt my baby."
Miriam looked at the dazzling man, who was smiling confidently at her. Ever since Taehyung stepped foot in this household, he always had this gloomy look about him.
He liked keeping things to himself, enjoying his own company and the solitude.
This was the first time Miriam had seen Taehyung with such vigor, such life. But what was even more surprising was how Taehyung called the young master his son.
Taehyung never once held his son or even acknowledged the young master's existence. Never.
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