Dangerous | Jung Jaehyun

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Jaehyun POV

I chug on the glass of vodka as my head plops into my hands, once again. My head was aching from all the worrying that was filling me at unhumain speeds.

It would only be a matter of time until Taeyong comes and shreds me into little, tiny pieces. You might think I'm being over-dramatic, but anyone who knows Taeyong in even the slightest knows that. And because I shot Sora before, he won't hesitate to slit my throat in half.

My office door suddenly opens to reveal an Angry looking Taeyong with Haechan in the back.

"Jaehyun, what the fuck?!" He says while walking up towards me, hands up in the air.

"I can explain," I say. But I guess that wasn't enough for him because the next thing I know his fist is in direct contact with my right cheek. I hold my face as I groan at the sudden impact. I can hear Haechan take out his phone mid-punch, probably to record for the rest of NCT to see.

"You told my fucking sister about Taehyung?! Taehyung - no - BTS in general, are probably our biggest enemy in this whole mafia shit and you told her about them?!" Taeyong shouts in my face. "She still barely forgives me about me being in the mafia, how will she take this?"

"She found the files on her own, if I hadn't taken them away from her she would've seen it." I say exclaim, still holding onto my sore cheek.

"Seen what?" I look beside Haechan to see Sora, who had probably woken up from all the commotions.

Taeyong's face instantly softens once he sees her. "Oh, it's nothing. Come, let's go to bed."

He attempts to grab her arm but she dodges his hand in time. He gives her a confused look. "Why'd you dodge me?"

"I am going to slap the shit out of you if you pretend as if nothing happened again," Sora mutters in his ear before glaring at me. She slowly walks away with her crutches, probably to her room.

Haechan puts his phone down. "Damn, what did you do to her?"

Taeyong leans against my door frame, clearly shocked at what Sora had said to him. (I take her as not the violent type.) "I refused to tell her about Taehyung and mom."

"Oh, so that's why she was texting Yuta about that," Haechan said as if that had cleared up a bunch of misconceptions.

"You said my name?" Yuta says while popping his head through the door frame.

Taeyong's mad face returns once he makes eye-contact with Yuta. "Why were you texting my sister?" He said, getting ready to give him a punch in the face as he did to me.

"Woah, chill. All I did was tell her about the Taehyung stuff, that's it." Yuta retorts, hands in the air like he was getting arrested.

"You did WHAT?!" Taeyong says, his mad face turning even reader than before.

"What? She said I wouldn't get in trouble since Jaehyun was technically the one who told her."

"Why does everything always come around to me?" I say, already back on my office chair with my feet on the desk.

Taeyong clenches his fist and makes a sour face. "Ok. You know what? I'm just gonna go to sleep." He says but stops midway. "Oh yeah, and Jaehyun, since you decided to tell Sora that, I guess it only makes sense..."

"If you become her bodyguard."