The Kim twins

Chapter 37: The principal.

Jimin entered the office. His hands were trembling. His father was standing by the widow office, looking towards the garden.

"I'm here father." His voice was low, barely audible.

"What did I do to deserve a son like you?" Mr. Park turned to face his son. His eyes were dark, his jaw was clenched.

"What did I do father?" Jimin was scared. Whenever his father was upset, Jimin was the one who hurt the most.

"How could you this to our family? You are ruining our name." Mr. Park took a few steps closer to his son, towering over him. "I should have let your mother abort you when she had the chance. You're nothing but a disappointment."

Jimin opened his mouth to say something, no words came out, and closed it like a fish. He took a step back, he was truly scared and hurt by his words. A tear rolled down his cheek.

"Not only you mingled yourself with that Kim bitch, now you are kissing the Min boy?"

"I..."

"Shut up." Mr. Park yelled. "You ungrateful brat. You are ruining everything I worked for." He pointed his finger at his son. "You will walk out of here and end things with those two. Do you hear me?"

"No." Jimin replied back. He wasn't just going to give up. He wasn't going to betray his relationship. It was the first tome when someone actually cared for him. "No father. I won't. This is my choice and I'm keeping it."

"You bastard." Mr. Park slapped his son so hard, his lower lip started bleeding.

"I hate you." Jimin yelled back. "I didn't asked to be birthed. I didn't ask for you to give me life. You're a despicable human being." He turned around and ran away. He just wanted to disappear.

Jin found Harley hidden behind some big ass plants. He didn't have a chance to tell her anything as she walked inside the office before he could even open his mouth. Then his eyes landed on Jimin who was running away crying, a red hand print on his cheek.

He shook his head. "The principal shouldn't have done that." He mumbled under his breath, knowing exactly that his sister is gonna flip her shit. "Oh well, payback is a bitch."

Harley opened the door to the principal's office uninvited and sat on the chair opposite of him, putting her feet on the desk, but not before grabbing a pair of scissors.

"Get out." Mr. Park yelled. "You're not invited in my office."

"Tsk, tsk Mr. Park. Careful with your words, I'm not your son." She was dangerously calm giving into account the turmoil she felt inside. A storm was brewing in her heart, her demons came to light. Taunting, playing, demanding sacrifice of blood. Someone she cared about was hurt.

Mr. Park sighed. "What do you want?"

Harley smirked. She was playing with the scissors, the tip pushed in one of her thumbs. Her eyes glued to the man in front of her. "I would like to know the reason why my boyfriend ran away from here with a hand print on his face and a bleeding lip."

"That's none of your God damn business."

Harley tilted her head and raised her eyebrow. "Are you sure about that?"

Mr. Park gulped and sat back on his seat. "Get out."

"No. Give me the answers I'm looking for and I'll go away." She demanded in the same calm, dry voice.

"Because of you, my only son is a homosexual. You ruined our family."

Harley laughed. "Are you sure you didn't ruin it yourself?" She waved her scissors around. "I mean, getting in the cahoots with Kim Namjoon's father, wasn't a great move from your part."

"Get the fuck out. Now."

"You do not yell at me." She jumped on her feet and placed her hands on his desk. "I'm Kim fucking Irene, or Harley if you prefer it better, and I do not allow you to fuck with me and my loved ones."

She sat on his desk and crawled on four legs until she reached the edge. She place her legs on each side of his chair, trapping the man between them. She grabbed his tie and dragged him closer to her. The tip of the scissors dangerously close to his jugular.

"If I ever catch you talking about Jimin like that, I'll cut your throat. If you do as much as bumping into him, I will fucking ruin your life. Do you get it, Mr. Park?"

The man gulped. He could feel the scissors on his throat. "I get it." He ultimately replied. He was so tired of those students demanding things from him, threatening him to do their bidding. Thankfully, Namjoon's father was about to end that. Especially the twins family.

"Good." She pushed him with her leg and left.

She knew the man will not stop his plans. He wanted full control of university, to demolish it like it never was, to split the land in half and sell it on parts. No. She couldn't allow that. It was part of her family legacy. Her ancestor died in the most inhumane way possible. She will never forgive them, just how she will never forget those written words on a yellow page.

She made her way to the parking lot, with the help of her phone, she turned off his car alarm. She took out the pair of scissors and a note saying that it was not over, signed in her real name, Kim Irene. She wanted him to know who smashed his windshield, the scissors stuck on the glass together with the note. She wanted him to know that she was going to stop at nothing when it came to punish the guilty ones.