Chapter -2(The Fleeting Taste Of Freedom)

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The early morning light peeked through the curtains, painting soft, golden hues on the bedroom walls. Taehyung’s peaceful sleep was broken not by an alarm, but by a string of happy, breathless giggles that slowly pulled him awake.

He stirred with a sleepy groan, feeling a small, bouncy weight on his chest. Suddenly, a cool, slick sensation spread across his cheek, followed by triumphant laughter right against his ear.

"Appa! Lookie! Ggukkie’s a pretty pwince!" a high-pitched voice squealed.

Taehyung’s eyes snapped open. Hovering over him with a cheeky grin was his five-year-old son, Ggukkie. His usually sweet face was a disaster of bright pink; smears of Taehyung’s expensive lip gloss were plastered over his cheeks, forehead, and even his eyelashes. He looked like a tiny, sparkling mess.

"Ggukkie!" Taehyung gasped, bolting upright. The clock read 6:35 AM. "My lip gloss! Baby, what did you do?!"

The little boy, not at all sorry, giggled louder and held up the dripping tube. "Now Ggukkie’s pretty like Appa! See? Pinky-pinky!"

Taehyung stared, torn between annoyance and pure adoration. A warm smile finally replaced his shock. He reached out, gently cupping his son’s sticky cheek. "Oh, my little Ggukkie," he murmured, settling the wriggling boy onto his lap. "You want to look like Appa, huh?"

Ggukkie nodded vigorously. "Yeesss! And you’re my bestest Appa ever!" He leaned in, planting a wet, sticky kiss on Taehyung’s cheek, leaving yet another pink mark.

Taehyung chuckled, the sound clearing away the last of his sleep. As he wiped the gloss away with a tissue, he whispered into the boy’s hair, "My silly little bunny." It was a perfect, messy start to a day that promised anything but peace.

In Another Part of the City

The air in the private office was thick, heavy with the metallic scent of tension. While the city outside began its chaotic hum, a chilling calm reigned within these soundproofed walls. The man sat behind a massive mahogany desk, a silhouette of absolute power, his gaze fixed on a tablet.

A soft knock preceded the door opening. An assistant stepped in, his posture rigid. "King," he began. "The information is confirmed. Everything is in place."

The man at the desk didn't look up immediately. "Are you certain?" His voice was a low rumble, controlled but edged with a threat.

"Yes, King. Absolutely. No chance of interference."

A faint, predatory smile touched the man’s lips. He closed the tablet with a sharp click. "Excellent. Proceed. Activate the mission."

As the assistant retreated, the man leaned back, the dark leather creaking under his weight. He steepled his fingers, staring out at the panoramic view of the city. A low, humorless chuckle escaped him.

"Just a few more hours, my little doll," he whispered, the words a possessive caress. "Then, you’ll be singing only for me. Tick tock, Taehyung... the countdown has begun."

At the Amusement Park

"Appa! Let's goooo!"

Ggukkie’s shout pulled Taehyung back to the present. For two hours, they dove into the vibrant chaos of the park.

Laughter echoed around them as Ggukkie enjoyed the carousel and sticky cotton candy. It had been seven months since Taehyung had felt this unburdened—seven months since he could breathe without the oppressive shadow of his husband, Park Woo-bin.

A bitter ache settled in Taehyung's chest at the thought of that name. Woo-bin was a man who saw Taehyung not as a partner, but as property. He was the man who kept their home like a cage, forbidding Ggukkie from having simple treats like chips or chocolate.

Taehyung’s life was a facade. He was forced to perform—to dance gracefully for Woo-bin’s friends under their leering, disgusting gazes. “Beauty from heaven,” they would purr, calling him a “stunning whore” while he twirled for their entertainment. Each comment was a fresh stab. Woo-bin’s warning always echoed in his head: Never cry in front of them.

So, Taehyung never did. He endured the verbal abuse and the humiliation because Ggukkie’s future depended on it. He even worked as a maid for neighbors in secret just to save extra pennies for his son. The only line he had ever drawn was that no one—save for Woo-bin—was allowed to touch him intimately. It was the last shred of dignity he had left.

"Appa..." Ggukkie’s small voice cut through the dark memories. "What happened?"

Taehyung patted his son’s head, shaking off the suffocating thoughts. Ggukkie was a smart child; he knew his father was a source of pain, and he valued every penny his Appa earned.

"Nothing, baby. Are you sure you don't want anything else?"

"Yeesss," Ggukkie replied cutely.

"But I'm hungry," Taehyung teased, raising an eyebrow. "How about some chips and a shake? Hmm?"

"REALLY?! OKAY, APPA! LET'S GO!" Ggukkie shrieked, throwing his arms around Taehyung in an excited hug, pulling him toward their next adventure—unaware that the "King" was already closing in.

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