Traded || Bang Chan

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"Yes, Father?"

Y/n sits in a familiar brown leather chair with her legs crossed and eyes trained on the man who brought her into the world. Euntae sits up tall and proud with that same condescending look on his face. His salt and pepper hair is slicked back, his gray suit in place without a single wrinkle. Y/n bites back the urge to sneer at the nerve of him.

"Is that how you greet your father?" He gives a sly smile, waving his hand off to the side. "You just waltz in here like you own the place and sit in my chair."

Y/n stares blankly and doesn't bother to respond. Euntae sighs, slumping back in his seat and rubbing his temple. "Y/n-ah."

"Can you get to the point, Father?" She taps her manicured fingers on her exposed knee, irritation filling her veins at the useless term of endearment. "I have things to attend to."

Her father lifts an eyebrow but nods. "Very well. I've struck a new deal with someone."

She frowns, showing a lick of emotion for the first time. "With who?"

Euntae grins, devilishly. "The leader of SKZ."

Y/n stares at him for a moment before shifting slightly. "For what reason? And what does this have to do with me?"

"I've decided to step down as the leader of ICE," he announces, placing his hand on the table.

Y/n scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest. "I could've told you that 2 years ago, Father."

Euntae glowers at her. "Excuse me?"

"You've been absent ever since Ma died," she deadpans. "ICE has fallen apart because of your lack of leadership. It's not surprising you're quitting."

"Why you little-"

"What does this have to do with me?" She snaps. "I said I was busy."

The man's face pulls tight with anger, showing off his old age. It makes Y/n furious beyond words. "Is that any way to speak to your father?"

"You are no father to me," Y/n hisses. "A father doesn't blatantly put his child in harm's way from the moment they learn how to walk!"

"I did what I had to do to protect you," he shouts back. "You wouldn't have survived in this world if I hadn't."

"I shouldn't have been in this world in the first place!" She slams her hand on the desk.

Euntae whips his gun out but Y/n's quicker, pulling hers from behind her back and pressing it against his forehead. Euntae slowly glances up at the barrel before meeting her furious gaze with a sneer.

"And just what the hell were you planning to do, huh?" She cocks her head. "You're old, Father. I'm much faster than you will ever be."

Euntae grins. "And where do you think you got this skill from you, hm?"

"The same woman who's six feet under with a fucking bullet in her head," Y/n seethes. "She's better off dead than playing pretend as your wife."

Euntae's eyes darken in a split second and he pulls the trigger. Y/n doesn't even flinch as the bullet hits the wall behind her.

"Watch your goddamn mouth." He points the gun back at her head. "Or the next bullet won't be a miss."

"So you'd kill your only daughter?" She huffs out an annoyed laugh. "I'd love to see you try, old man."