There’s a tallic taste in my throat, annoyed, I poke my tongue against my cheek and glare at my phone.
The dial tone coming from it is starting to irritate but I need to hear his voice, I need to know he’s doing okay.
For the nth ti, I click the red button to end the call with a sigh. Yujun hasn’t accepted any of my calls for the past three hours and I’m getting more worried by the second.
"Jaehyun" Taeho calls my attention back to our current environnt and I look up from my phone. "Yes?" I ask and he nudges his chin outside the window.
We’ve arrived at my clan’s headquarter, Hwangyeon.
My clan has always been old-fashioned in the way we live, so that while many of our mbers have made their hos in the city and all around the country, we have a small portion of land tucked away and built into a small town for those who can’t afford a ho away from Hwangyeon.
"Young master" one of the bodyguards that has trained as a child greets and I bow in respect imdiately, "hello" I say formally, showing the respect and manner that is popular within my clan.
"Your father asks you to wait in his study" he says, pointing towards the main entrance door, "thank you" I respond and look at Taeho before going into the house.
My body feels strange as we walk up the stairs, "you’re swaying" Taeho says and I straighten my posture, "I’m fine" I say and push open the grand door.
"Is it the gun wound?" he asks and I shrug nonchalantly, "you keep acting-" Taeho growls at and I give him a cold glare from over my shoulder, "not now Taeho-ah" I say and he nods curtly.
We walk in silence till we arrive in front of my father’s study and I give Taeho a glance before opening the door and striding into the room without him by my side, knowing that my father would like our eting to be a private one.
My Father’s study is simple but grand, it contains pictures, souvenir and little trophies that celebrate the pack and our achievents.
These ivory walls have beco the permanent background of every mory I have of him. Ever since I was a child, my father has always been in this room- attending to pack issues, settling disputes and planning the pack’s future.
The attention my father gives to the clan instead of our family makes hate clan duties and responsibilities.
It makes hate the idea of ever sitting on that seat to lead the pack, I would rather be a bodyguard who goes ho to his family than be a leader who sits in his own ho yet isn’t available for his family.
"Jaehyun" Hong Jisung, father’s right hand man’s gruff voice reaches from his usual corner in the study and I bow in greeting imdiately, "hyung, have you been well?" I ask.
The man leans back in his crafted wooden seat to take a good look at , "have you grown taller?" He asks and I can’t help but chuckle, seeing humor on my father’s ’tough’ n is always a strange but entertaining thing.
"Yes Jisung hyung, I have grown taller" I joke back and he laughs gently before he rubs his eyes from under the glasses with a sigh, he is stressed and it is obvious. It makes wonder how grave the situation must be for the ever light-hearted Jisung hyung to be this stressed.
"Sit, your father will arrive any minute now" he says and gestures to the seat in front of him. I take my seat and brace myself for the next words that would be delivered to .
"I want you to behave yourself Jaehyun, there is a big problem and your father is not in a good mood" he warns with a serious face in advance and I nod.
"I’m telling them for the last ti, clear the location of every child and elderly" my father’s strong voice precedes his presence as the door is pushed open and he walks in with a deep frown set on his face. I stand up imdiately to welco him and he gives a chilling glare.
"You" he points at before putting an end to the call he was on, "you don’t listen to anything I say, do you?" He asks calmly.
My father never raises his voice but the power his words holds is evident even in the low volu, "what is the matter father?" I ask and he takes his seat, "sit" he orders and I obey without further delay.
"The man you killed, do you know the repercussions?" My father asks and I hold his glare with a leveled stare, "the child they killed, do they know the repercussion?" I ask him back and father slams his palms to the table.
"Hwang Jaehyun!" He hisses and I keep a straight face, unashad of and unapologetic for my action. I don’t regret wasting the man’s life, his blood on the snow was the most fascinating artwork I have ever made in my life.
"Father" I say coolly and he sighs at and rubs his temple, knowing that I have no regrets for my actions. "Son, so you think I didn’t want to do the sa when they killed Somi?" Father asks and my quiet anger fizzles out, taking away the little strength I had in .
This is the thing about my father.
He is a good man who loves every mber of his pack to a fault, I have never t or heard of any mafia clan leader who knows the na of every child in the pack like my father.
"You acted foolishly" father says and turns to look at the wall clock and taps his fingertips against the desk, the action is the only thing that is telling of his anger. "The Kangs are filthy and angry, a mole of ours exposed to us that they intend to raid one of our clan hos in the city" father says
And I begin to growl deep within without realizing it, "Control yourself" father snaps and my growling stops. "But dad, what sort of monsters are they?" I ask and father chuckles, "that is how we all are. We are the mafia, son. We are monsters" he says and I shake my head in disagreent.
"You’re not like that, you’re a hero" I say with confidence, sure of the man I have grown up knowing my father to be. He is an Alpha who cares deeply and a leader who loves selflessly.
"Your mother made this way" father says softly with his eyes full of love at the ntion of his oga husband, he blinks and looks at with a more serious look.
"Aside from the Kangs, the law is on us, people saw you do it" father says and I bow my head in remorse. One of the rules of our world, don’t let the normal people see, don’t let the normal people know- and I broke that rule carelessly.
"I will find a way to fix it" I say, "the public should never know anything about us or our operations, Jaehyun. How do you explain yourself when the police co knocking?" father asks.
"I-" I open my mouth to speak but a sharp pain in my head makes wince. I squeeze my eyes shut to make it stop and try speaking again "I will-" I say, but the pain feels stronger . "Jaehyun?" Father calls my na as I double over in pain.
"Son!" He shouts as he rushes from the seat to my side and I feel a thick liquid slip out of my lips.
Blood.
I gasp and fall off my chair to the floor in intense pain. "What happened to him? Where is Taeho?" father asks, I feel like I’m in the room and outside the room at the sa ti. I turn my head to the side and more of the tallic taste fills my mouth and spills down my chin.
"Poison" Jisung says and I feel soone touch my head, "my son was poisoned?" I hear father ask in his perpetually asured voice. "A surprise attack sir" Taeho says and I turn to look for him, I see him but his shape is distorted and I huff.
"He was poisoned and you did nothing?" Jisung snaps and I hear Taeho mutter, "I’m sorry hyungnim".
"Fuck" I curse, my stomach is twisting and burning as the poison fights my system.
"Lord Hwang" a male’s voice says as the doors are opened without knocking first. "Call a doctor imdiately" Jisung barks and father holds up to keep from choking on my own blood.
I hear my phone ringing and I reach for it in my pocket blindly to accept the call, I hope it’s Yujun, I need to hear his voice the most. "Taeho keep his phone" father orders and I tighten my fist on the phone, "No" I wheeze, I need to know if it’s Yujun calling.
"Boss!" the new person that has rushed in without knocking shouts, "they attacked the hospital" he says with urgency, and even on the hard floor my blood runs cold.
No.
My mother is at the hospital.
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