Choi Yujun’s POV
Crack
The loud sound of my father’s palm landing on my cheek resonates through the room, bouncing off the sterile white walls of this beautiful prison we call ho.
"You bastard!" Spittle lands on my face as father yells out, his voice is weakened with age but is sohow still full and powerful, charged by the venomous hate he has for , his disappoinnt son.
Thwack!
Another slap lands on my cheek, causing this ti around to lose my footing and stumble backwards. The tallic taste of blood blooms on my tongue, seeping from the cut inside my mouth inflicted by the impact of his heavy ring against my cheek.
"Honey!" My mother’s distraught scream fills the room as she lurches forward to shield with her lithe body, both of us sitting on the cold floor of my father’s special living area.
"How dare you?" My father roared at her, veins popping in his neck and his face red with the anger he wasn’t done unleashing on .
"I’m sorry father" I say in my mother’s arm, letting her cradle in front of my father- I shouldn’t let her coddle like this in front of him but my body is weak from spending four days of my heat without the proper care and nutrients required to go through it.
"I am sure you know that YOUR son disappeared for four good days, right?" My father spat at my mother with fury. And I barely in connection with the physical, shut my eyes and let their words fly over .
"You know there was an attack at the dinner party" mother say defensively, her fingers dig into the rumpled material of my suit as she held closely to her chest, "honey, anything could have happened to MY son" she says, her voice wavering with obvious fear.
"Both of you are useless!. Even if there was an attack, is he not the son of Choi?. Yujun can you not defend yourself?" my father asks , I know he doesn’t expect a response, so I stay silent, knowing responding to my father only ever makes it worse.
"Call off every search and take down every poster, the useless boy is back" father says to his right hand man, the bald man bowed and left the room imdiately the order is given to him.
"My baby, are you okay?" My mother asks softly, gently releasing her calming pheromones as she pets my hair the sa way she has always done for since I was a baby. "Yujun" my father’s voice called, pulling out of the cozy bubble my mother has built around .
Father’s tone and dark look makes my back automatically straighten and my heart lurch against my ribcage- pounding as though it would leave it’s given space- he terrifies .
"I don’t know what you think you’re doing but I can sll an alpha on you" he says and I blench...No. No. No...he can’t know...
"Rember what I told you, if it ever leaves these walls that the son of Choi is a weakling and an oga, I will kill you" he says flatly, his face stoic and rigid with how seriously he ans his words.
"My Yujun is smarter than that, he would never endanger our family" my mother says, drawing back to herself. Both of them oblivious to the way my throat is closing in on itself while they have a heated conversation over .
My body is right here with them but my mind...
My mind is in the dimly lit, heavily scented hotel room...
Where I am on my knees before the man I have always triumphed over- kneeling before Hwang Jaehyun, stark naked with my palms pressed together and tears burning in my eyes- pleading for my family- for myself.
His deep full belly laughter is registered in my brain- the way he threw his head back and laughed at , the way he had called pathetic and pitiful. The way he had poured out his spite on , unfiltered and raw.
The way he...
"Yujun-ah?" mother places her hands on my shoulder, that’s was when I realized how far gone I was, "my baby? Why are you shaking so much?" She asks, her trembling voice brings back to the room but I can’t seem to return.
I’m physically here but ntally there in that room with Jaehyun, still being stared down by those sharp fox-like eyes. I can still vividly feel the way his words cut through like a sword...
The way....
He took care of during the four days of my heat without taking advantage of - only feeding and helping cum by hand. The way he doused in his scent before I left the hotel, that my post heat scent won’t attract attention.
"Yujun-ah? Did anyone hurt you while you were away from us?" Mother asks, looking over, frantically checking my body for signs of harm. Taking her hands off, I shake my head rapidly. "N-no, No..." I stutter, forcing myself up from the floor, "I’m fine..." I say with a false smile, the one I have been trained to always give even when my heart is pounding in my ears and my body is drained of energy.
"I am sorry for causing worry" I say, dipping in a ninety-degree bow, I need to get out before the uncontrollable shaking of my hands or my unsteady breathing becos obvious to them.
I need to get out of here before they find out what I have done...
"Just look at the way he walks!, A useless son I tell you" father’s voice as I walk away with weak and unsteady steps.
They must never know that I have made myself a tool for the Hwangs- for Jaehyun...
They must never know that I have signed myself over to the enemy to be... used.
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