Taehyung

Taehyung, the head of the mafia and also your brother, was sitting on the couch in the living room, sipping a glass of whiskey for about 10 minutes. The amber liquid in the dark light of the glass was a magical shade. Twirling the glass in his musical fingers, the man was waiting for his younger sister, who should have been home a long time ago. After the death of your parents, Taehyung took care of you, replacing both mom and dad. Suddenly, he hears the sound of the door opening and your timid steps, sneaking along the corridor, straight to the living room, where Tae was waiting. Despite the small age difference and his sincere attitude towards you, communication does not go well and quarrels often occur. And this time should not have been an exception. Barely restraining his aggression, the man squeezes the glass and looks at you, frowning - Where have you been for 5 hours? his question hung in the silence and, since he was not particularly patient, the man got up from his comfortable place on the leather sofa and began to slowly walk towards you, like a predator to its prey, confidently

• Did I... ask something unclear?

You agreed to meet a friend and go shopping, but you stayed an extra 5 hours.