smoke and mirrors

11

"Jackson, wait!" Ten calls after the blonde. Shit he did fuck up this time.

You see Jackson was supposed to help him with figuring out something related to Jaehyun's disappearance, but he just had to go and say something horrible.

What was that you ask well...

"But if your twin knew that jaehyun was his brother then why try to get with him?"

"Ten how is this related." Jackson slams the book closed. "I thought you brought me out of here to ask about an important place of time and event. Not this."

Ten and Jackson were sitting at Ten's table, looking at pictures, street names, and road signs.

As angry as Jackson is, honestly Ten doesn't care at the moment. "No m, Jackson, maybe the place that Jaehyun was being sold to could be where he is right now. What if your twin was selling jaehyun back to his parents to get in good with the jungs"

Jackson scoffs, "That doesn't make any fucking sense. That means he wanted to fuck over our whole family."

"But he could have. Jackson, your brother, was the black sheep from birth, because of how your mother set the family up it seemed like he would jump at any chance to screw over everyone. More or less screw them."

"Do you think that this is a game? My brother is out there, and all you want to do is think about my twin."

Ten shakes his head in disagreement, "No, that isn't it, I want to...."

"I'm not fucking Jian, I want to sleep with you when you bring up person business you stupid ass slut!" Jackson throws everything on Ten. He burst out of his house running down to his car before skirting off like a madman.

Ten couldn't do anything except yell for him to stop.

Did Ten deserve to have books pushed on him? Maybe, did he deserve to be called a slut? Maybe. Did he mean anything harmful by bringing up the forgotten twin, well no. But he knew it was a rough zone to go but he still sailed down that way.

The door opens, he should lock his doors. Too late because Taeyong was already standing in front of him. "I heard everything. You're not a slut, you're small but not a slut."

"Thank you?"

"Ten,'' Taeyong grabs his shoulders. His eyes stare into Ten's, "You might be onto something. When I think back to what the wangs were doing at the time, they were trying to dethrone every high-up family."

Ten smacks Taeyong's hands. "So?"

"The judges were known to be dead right?" Taeyong waits to see Ten nod his head, "So why was Jaehyun a target?"

"Because of his pa..." then gasped when he realized it. "He was an orphan." Ten walks over to his door and locks it, "even if he was a target you would have been targeted more because you're his only parental figure."

"Exactly." Taeyong sits on the couch and crosses one leg over the other. "That means that Jackson's twin was probably selling a bruised jaehyun to his parents because maybe he wanted to kill two birds with one stone, expose the jungs while defeating his own family."

Wow, ten knew he wasn't crazy as everyone said. He thought the exact thing but Taeyong said it makes more sense. No one could deny these facts especially when you take into account that Mr.Wang had just threatened the Kims and Wongs over Jang Woo and Lucas's relationship.

"Taeyong you're a genius."

"No," Taeyong puts his hands up. "It's obvious. I should have seen right through the act."

Ten walks over to taeyong. "Maybe it wasn't as clear as glass. You can't beat yourself up hyung. Cut yourself some slack."

"What about you ten? Will you finally stick up for yourself?"

"What?"

Taeyong stands up. He got in Ten's face. "Stop letting people walk all over you. You are not a doormat. You are a human. Treat yourself like it."

Taeyong places his pinky out to ten, "Let's make a pack. I will try to be less controlling, but you have to be more abrasive."

Ten looks at the pinky. What is he signing up for? Slowly he gives his pinky to taeyong. "Ok, will you help me?"

"As long as you help me be less controlling."

"The choir is so amazing." Jungwoo looks over his shoulder at the sudden voice. "Wow," pure happiness spreads on the blonde face. "Mark, what are you doing here?"

Shrugging his shoulders, the Canadian smiles. "I just wanted to see how you are holding up after the passing of your father. You seem to be doing fine."

Jungwoo nods his head. His toothy smile turns into an upturned frown. "I'm not missing his presence, and I know it sounds horrible but I already grieved the absence of a father figure."

"That makes two of us. You know my dad went to the grocery store for milk and never returned."

"Really?"

"No." Mark burst out laughing. "He moved to London to be with his secret family, who ironically wanted to consider me and my mother's family."

Jungwoo smiles. "How long has it been since you heard anything from the dreamies?"

That question catches my mark by surprise. Why are the dreamies being brought up? You see dreamies and the church don't mix. They were far too chaotic that even hell couldn't house them, well this is how Mark feels.

"About eight months.... well I speak to everyone except for Renjun."

Jungwoo gives Mark that disappointed look. "Why?"

Mark just shrugged his shoulders. "There isn't any need to. They don't like me. On top of all of that, they don't know anything about loyalty."

"Ouch, Mark, I was always loyal to you."

That voice makes Mark cringe, "I don't care. Remember I was just so obsessed with trying to keep Yuta safe that I flipped out and became the biggest maniac of all time."

"Oh wow, it didn't take you five seconds to bring it up. You can hold a grudge."

Those two started to argue so Jungwoo just carefully grabbed his paperwork from the counter and slipped out of the room. Making his way to his office in his church, he fiddles with the paperwork in his hand.

He wasn't looking so he didn't see the person walking towards him. Like that, it was a collision. Papers flew everywhere. "Oh my... I'm so sorry."

"No, I am, let me." A tall brunette, eyes so round and cute bends down. He slowly began to pick up the papers.

"You're so tall..." Jungwoo mumbles.

The person smiles. "Yeah, I am." He places the paperwork in Woo's hands. "What's your name?"

"I'm Kim Jungwoo, who are you?"

"I'm such an, jung sungchan."