Glancing up, I noticed Keeho waiting at the last table on the left; across from him sat The Spoon.
"Good to know men in jail keep their word."
"What, you think you're better than us?" Mat hissed through his blackened teeth.
"You don't want to know what I think," I said before standing up. "I've pressed my luck enough for the day, thanks for the game."
"How the fuck am I going to win my money back?" Chaeho yelled.
"You don't," I replied.
As I was about to take my leave, he grabbed onto my arm. Looking down at his fingers, my jaw clenched
"Chaeho," Joonki muttered under his breath.
The entire cafeteria froze. No one dared to breathe. Keeho, along with The Spoon rose, all of them ready for another violent day.
"If you want to keep your arm, you should let go," I told him simply.
His eyes widened as he did what I asked. "Mr. Kim, I'm—"
"Kim, you have a visitor. Kim, you have a visitor," the familiar voice broke over the intercom.
Leaving the fool, I headed to the doors. I noticed Keeho nod over to two men who simply walked over to the table to take my place. I could spare him, just brush it off, however this was the shark tank. If you couldn't swim, you drowned. If you messed with the alpha, you got eaten.
When I stepped out, Thing One and Thing Two were waiting, cuffs in hand. They chained me up like I was Hannibal fucking Lecter. I was used to the walk to visitor's room. Each time I went, it felt like I was being led to my death. For my mother's sake, I tried to think of one good moment, one bright spot in hell to make her feel better. I could handle confinement, but it was the look in her eyes each time she came to see me that was wearing me down. I almost didn't want to see her.
When I reached the separation glass, it wasn't her sitting on the other side, and I felt myself sigh in relief.
"You look like shit."
"Nice to see you too, Dad," I said into the phone. His eyes roamed over me, his face cool, expressionless, before he shook his head.
"From the moment you were born, I knew, I just knew you would drive me to an early grave. You were always the one who just had to cross the line—"
"Appa, I'm in jail, do I really need a lecture?" I smirked, causing the corner of his mouth to perk up.
His eyes dropped to the cuffs around my wrists. "Even though you look like shit, you still look good according to jail standards."
"I'll take that as a compliment. Is that your way of asking if I'm alright?"
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Born To Bleed - KTH FF (BOOK III)
Fanfiction"Demons by Choice." Betrayed. Y/N is nowhere to be found, Taehyung is in jail, and the Kim family is cracking, just as Ahn Doeun, the FBI Director and puppet master behind their downfall, planned. But just because they're down doesn't mean they're o...
