Born To Bleed - KTH FF (BOOK III)

-FIFTY ONE-

I looked to Eunwoo, as I bounced him around. "Mommy is bossy, you'll get used to it."

She rolled her eyes and stepped towards the outside shower to rinse herself off.

I was somewhat taken aback by Jin who was leaning against the couch with a glass of bourbon and a file in his hand.

"A little early, don't you think?" I asked him.

"Says the man who used to say 'A bottle a day, keeps the doctor at bay,'" he replied as he took another sip from his snifter. Walking towards Eunwoo's playpen, I laid him inside before I handed him his favorite teething toy.

"What is it, Jin?"

"Jisoo's out shopping with Mom, so I think now would be the best time to give you the information I've gathered." He waved the file at me.

Walking to him, I took the file and the bourbon, downing it all in one shot before I handed him back the empty snifter.

"I'm guessing that this is about Jisoo?" Y/N asked as she stepped inside.

She was now dressed in a pair of shorts and a basic t-shirt. It was weird to see her dressed so casually. She, like myself, rarely ever wore anything basic.

I nodded, and flipped through the files, before I showed her the document with the one thing we both suspected had been a part of her little 'deal' with Doeun. I couldn't believe she'd gone that far.

"She will die," Y/N stated stoically as her hands gripped tightly onto the folder. Her tone alone seemed to freeze the room over.

"I know," he replied.

She took a step forward. "She wanted my son, Jin. No one can save her from me."

He nodded. "I know."

"You better not crumble on us, Kim Seokjin, or I will put you down. I don't want to; I can see an end to this. All you have to do is stay strong."

Once again he shocked me by leaning in towards her.

"I'm not a child, boss. I will never be put in this situation again. She'll be back in an half an hour, have at it," he uttered before walking away.

I watched him take his leave, but before he could leave the room I called out to him.

"Jin."

He paused before turning to me.

"Take Joon's Aston Martin."

When he left, Y/N gave me a look.

"Don't look at me like that," I told her. "You have to give a dog a bone every once in a while, or it loses its sanity." Namjoon would be pissed since he personally worked on it himself, but he would get over it.