His Darling
Chapter 1
The morning light spilled into the drawing room, soft and golden, but inside the Kim estate, warmth was just an illusion.
It was a house made of mirrors and masks—glittering on the outside, hollow at its core.
Taehyung sat in the corner, his back straight, hands folded in his lap as the others filed in.
He'd learned long ago that presence didn't equate to belonging.
Nam Joo sat nearest the window, sunlight weaving through her dark curls, her fingers elegantly weaving embroidery.
Eui Sung claimed the head of the room, the morning paper in his hand, a frown already carving into his weathered face.
Soohyun and Ming Kyu came in loud, careless, talking over each other—voices sharp with authority they hadn't yet earned but were always granted.
And then, like the final piece of a portrait, Ji Eun entered.
The conversation dimmed for a heartbeat.
She wore a dove-gray silk blouse and pearl earrings, her lips painted the shade of rose petals.
She moved with practiced grace, her every step announcing that the world would wait for her—and thank her for the privilege.
Nam joo's face softened instantly.
Kim Nam Joo
"There you are, my love."
Jin Eun kissed her mother's cheek, then leaned in to whisper something that made Nam Joo laugh—a soft, tinkling sound Taehyung had never once earned.
Eui Sung looked up from his paper.
Kim Eui Sung
"Darling, there's a charity gala in Madrid next week. The guest list just came in. You've been invited, of course."
Taehyung chest tightened.
His father never looked at him like that.
Kim Ji Eun
"I'll need a new gown,"
Ji Eun said, smiling sweetly.
Kim Ji Eun
"Something custom. The last one from Paris wasn't quite right."
Kim Eui Sung
"Take what you need Ji Eun,"
Kim Eui Sung
"Charge it to the house."
Taehyung kept his gaze low, fingers curling against his skirt.
He had mentioned the Madrid gala once—quietly, to his mother—just hoping to attend.
He had heard, his favourite musicians attended that gala and all he wanted was just atleast look at his idols from afar.
Nam Joo hadn't responded.
Taehyung Sera Kim
"I want to go too,"
Taehyung said softly, almost surprising himself with the courage.
Silence fell like glass shattering.
Min Kyu let out a short, incredulous laugh.
Ji Eun tilted her head, her smile never faltering.
Kim Ji Eun
"It's sweet that you want to come, Taehyung. But you understand, don't you? These events... they're for people who matter."
The air left Taehyung's lungs slowly.
Shame burned beneath his skin, but he only nodded.
He was used to being erased.
Taehyung's voice had barely left his lips when the silence that followed felt sharper than a blade.
Taehyung Sera Kim
"I heard the Brown Eyed Soul might perform,"
He had whispered into his teacup, his words fragile and trembling.
Taehyung Sera Kim
"They're... my favorite."
There was a paused — brief, chilling.
Chapter 2
Ji Eun let out a soft giggle, the kind laced with venom wrapped in sugar.
Kim Ji Eun
"Brown Eyed Soul? Those street players in silk gloves?"
Kim Ji Eun
"Darling, they're entertainers. Background noise."
Nam Joo's perfectly manicured fingers paused mid-stroke as she polished her ring, her gaze never lifting to meet Taehyung's.
She said with slow, deliberate coldness,
Kim Nam Joo
"doesn't idolize peasants with violins."
Min Kyu scoffed, tossing a grape into his mouth with lazy disdain.
Kim Ming Kyu
"He wants to be like them, probably,"
Kim Ming Kyu
"Scribbling and playing like a little beggar on the street corner."
Soohyun stared at him, cold, sharp, calculating.
Kim Soohyun
"So that's what you want? To be a performer now?"
He leaned forward slightly.
Kim Soohyun
"You think your little piano tricks and charcoal scribbles mean something?"
Taehyung's lips parted, but no sound came.
Not because he didn't have words.
He just knew they wouldn't matter.
Kim Nam Joo
"You disgrace the family every time you touch those things,"
Nam Joo continued, her tone cruelly calm.
Kim Nam Joo
"Art, music—it's for those who serve us. Not for those who wear our name."
Taehyung tried, his voice barely a breath.
Taehyung Sera Kim
"Music makes me feel—"
Kim Soohyun
"You're a Kim. You were bred to rule, not feel."
Ji Eun laughed again, brushing back her flawless hair.
Kim Ji Eun
"Maybe we should send him to the gala after all. Put him in a little costume. Let him sweep the floors backstage and play for crumbs."
The table roared with amusement.
He swallowed the ache and stared down at his untouched plate, the bitter taste of shame curling in his throat.
They would never understand.
They didn't know the way music held him when no one else did.
How his fingers danced across piano keys like they belonged there more than they ever had in this house.
How he poured every scream, every bruise, every silenced word into charcoal sketches and half-finished sonatas.
He wasn't a servant of art.
But in this family, his masterpiece would never be seen.
Later, in the hallway, she passed Nam Joo speaking to the staff.
Kim Nam Joo
"Have the hem on Ji Eun's white gown let out by two inches,"
Kim Nam Joo
"And press the lavender one. It makes her eyes look divine."
The maid nodded and hurried off.
Nam Joo turned then—face to face with Taehyung.
For a moment, Taehyung thought his mother might say something.
But Nam Joo simply walked past him, the scent of roses trailing behind like a door closing.
That night, dinner was served with silver platters and polished candlesticks, shadows flickering across the high ceilings.
The family laughed over Min Kyu's latest escapade—some reckless stunt with a yacht and a politician's daughter.
Taehyung reached for his glass and accidentally nudged the wine decanter.
It toppled—red spilling across the table like a wound.
Chapter 3
Eui Sung's hand slammed the table, making the silverware jump.
Kim Eui Sung
"You stupid boy."
Taehyung Sera Kim
"I—I didn't mean—"
Kim Soohyun
"Of course you didn't,"
Kim Soohyun
"That's the problem. You never mean to ruin everything, but you always do."
Eui Sung said coldly, flicking his hand as if swatting away a fly.
Kim Eui Sung
"Before I lose my appetite."
The words cut deeper than any knife.
Taehyung rose immediately, the chair scraping the polished marble with a shrill sound that echoed louder than any of his words ever had.
His heart pounded in his chest, not from embarrassment—but from that familiar ache.
That hollow, echoing emptiness that followed him like a second skin.
He walked out of the lavish dining hall without a single glance back.
The second the door shut behind him, the air left his lungs.
His trembling hands wiped the tears already streaking his cheeks.
He wasn't even surprised by them anymore.
Crying had become a ritual—silent and practiced, like breathing.
He leaned against the wall, the cool stone biting into his back, grounding him when the pain threatened to take him down.
That's how it always was.
Taehyung Sera Kim—the invisible one.
The mistake no one dared to claim.
The burden no one wanted to carry.
Not the cherished one with his father's favor, his mother's kisses, his brothers' pride.
That was Ji Eun—the heirloom they paraded with pearls and power.
A stain on their name that no matter how much they scrubbed—still existed.
He had spent years trying to earn crumbs of affection.
Smiling when he wanted to scream.
Folding himself into corners so he wouldn't take up too much space—because even his presence was too loud for them.
He had learned to speak softly.
And in that hallway, beneath the chandelier's cruel light and the family portraits that didn't feature him, he let the truth burn through his chest:
Author
Welcome to my new story 😁
Author
Let's do a Mafia theme this time.
Author
📌NOTE.
Unlike "Married To The Wrong Kim" with full of fluff and sweetness like Donuts 😂 this one is serious with angst.
Unlike my other story this Taehyung is kinda weak.
So have patience with him.🥹
Author
📌AGAIN THIS STORY ISN'T MINE.
THIS IS JUST AN ADAPTATION.
📌ALL CREDITS GOES TO ORIGINAL AUTHOR
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