SELCOUTH

22:

Jungkook

I felt the sweat on the tips my bangs trickled down the side of my face and disappeared down my sunken collarbones. The smell of the gym is heavy with detergent and abandonment.

I leave the punching bag swinging back and forth as I step back to grab my water bottle from the floor.  It's been years since I last touched these equipments. Back in those days, this place had became my only refuge. My father never came down here, but on some occasion one of the men would come trudging down in this area to deliver a message from their general.

I uncapped the bottle and tilted my head backwards to drink. At the same time, I move my head a bit to look at the time on the wall clock. 7AM.

I threw the bottle on the trashcan by the wall. I glance at the door that she slammed after cursing me after I pissed her off.

I didn't know what had gotten to me earlier. Namjoon talked me in promising to be friendlier to her but hyung knows that'll be unlikely, not when the woman gets under my skin like no other.

When I started seeing that they are getting along well with her I had tried to honor my promises. Though I can't be friends with her, I realized I don't need to cause unnecessary tension in the house just because of my hostility towards the woman. Afterall, she seem to try to make use of herself as much as possible and haven't caused any inconvenience. Well, aside from this one

My father is a tactician. He must've planned to grab a friend with me but instead found her. I can see the glint in his eyes as he swallow this new information and I can practically see the wheels turning in his fucking satanic brain.

My father hadn't asked me a single information about her. Instead, he directly inquired her, and that damn woman chose, above all possible thing to say and above all 6 of my hyungs to choose from, that we are sleeping together. It would have been genius if it were only to conceal the purpose of her stay, but she made a mistake by associating herself with me. 

I killed people, I am going to continue doing that, and that gives me more enemies than a country could possibly have

Knowing my father, he would leverage on anything to get away and of course, I  don't have any choice but to go along with it. Not unless I want him to know what we're doing. The last thing I need is to give him another idea. My father has been itching to marry me off. He is a fucking conservative dictator that perceives marriage can strengthen a man, especially their reputation, as it provides an opportunity to extend their lineage. Which is why I need to move fast before this situation gets both of us in an even more unfavorable situation. 

Earlier I finally got intel from Jimin. Despite his skills, most military camps are the hardest to locate. The location can bounce back in a slip of mistake and reveal the location of the intruder. It'll be too dangerous if my father decide to target my friends next to get to me, we lack manpower and equipments.

I exit the gym and start making my way back to my room, groaning back to myself at the thought of dealing with her.

Exhaling, I opened the door only to be welcomed with an empty room. I March inside, checking the bathroom and kitchen. Fucking none. She's not here.

I swear to fucking god if she's playing-

My jaw tick at the same time that my entire body tense

As infuriating and immature as she is, she's not the type to play games especially a fucking hide and seek in this kind of place.

She'll sure as hell confront anyone straight in their ass if they have any problem with her.

Which leads me to only one conclusion...

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"Sit, my son"

My father put down the telephone as he motioned with him hand towards the chair

I made no move, only looking at him with leveled eyes

"Where is she"

"Sit" He commanded, trying to instill his authority using his unwavering stare

if only I could fucking shoot an eye and make this prick blind, the years of accumulated resentment would decrease a good amount.

that wouldn't even be enough for the lives he destroyed. Innocent people he

I clenched my jaw so tight I felt my gums ache, aware that this is not a war I could win.

Choose your fight and do what the fucker wants

Against my fucking will, I took the seat

The old man didn't look satisfied by the obedience, but merely bored as he lean back.

"She's being transfered to Russia as of now" he announced, looking at me, assessing for any reaction but I know i give him none

I've gone numb and immune to this man's games.

There was a time I admired him for his mind, his power, his ability to secret information and instill fear...

But those strengths were satan's gifts to him.

And I had to learn it the hard way that this man who I thought was a father, is nothing but a monster

While I gained my demons, this man was born with it.

While I fight to detain mine, he plagues people with it

There's only one way to end it.

I've known it.

I lean forward, smiling as I turn to him, "I heard your position has been challenged, or did I hear it wrong"

He narrows his eyes on me, noticing the threat behind my words.

oh but he got no idea. He got no fucking idea at all what's coming to him

I cock a brow, "Let me guess... trouble in paradise with your partners? Did you lose their trust? or are you losing your touch?"

A fist slammed on the table.

No one flinched.

I grinned

I look at the small gold sculpture of a lion that he always put on his desk.

When I was a child, I asked him why he always brought one to his offices. I remember the look that he gave me then. That was the first time he recognized me. Not as a curious child, but as a vessel to his power. And as he was explaining its significance, his eyes glinted with resoluteness that I was going to be that lion.

"Know your place, child"

I arched a brow, "oh I've always known my place, father"