Born To Bleed - KTH FF (BOOK III)

-SIXTY ONE-

Y/N'S POV

Biting into an apple, I stared at her while she slept. She was curled into a fetal position on the bed, her face stained with dried tears. As I kicked her thigh, I took another bite from my apple, and without waiting for her response, I dragged a chair over to the bed and planted it front of her.

"Wakey wakey, Jisoo," I said to her as I took a seat.

She couldn't even pick herself up, and as she opened her eyes to look at me, she began to sob uncontrollably. Rolling my eyes, I waited for her to calm down.

"Jisoo."

"Please, just —"

"Are you about to give me an order?" I asked before I took another bite.

She didn't reply.

"Evelyn asked me to kill you. She was quite cold about it actually. Note to self: never betray family...though you'd think that goes without saying."

Again, she sobbed, and her entire body shook.

"We're almost done, Jisoo. It's almost over and you will be gone. So weep, pray, do whatever you need to do." It was to be her punishment and his test.

I headed back up the stars just in time to find Minho, with Eunwoo in his arms, talking with Taehyung and Jin. Noticing me, Taehyung broke away and I already knew what he wanted.

"It's ready and Doeun is having a press conference in the morning. We'll stream it then. Get ready for an earthquake," I said to him.

He pulled me closer to him. "We better hold steady."

"Who's ready for dinner?" Evelyn called from the dining room.

"Lamb Stew and Soda bread? You spoil me," Minho said with a grin as he walked into the room while bouncing Eunwoo in his arms.

Both Taehyung and Jin perked up.

The Kim.

Heading to the dining table, we all sat around as Evelyn served us dinner. She seemed quite peppy.

"Evelyn, are you on something?" I asked her.

"Can't I make food for my boys?" She glared at me.

"Of course," Jin, Minho, and Taehyung all said at once.

Jesus fuck, it was like she'd hijacked their brains. It almost made me want to cook...almost, but not really.

I reached over to take a piece of the bread, but Taehyung stopped me and looked at his mother oddly, most likely admiration.

This felt oddly normal. As I looked over to Eunwoo who sat in his highchair, I wondered if I'd be like Evelyn one day...the thought made me shiver. I really hoped that I was beyond Evelyn. This mothering thing was like a double-edged sword. I felt the need to be soft near Eunwoo, but feeling this soft made me feel...on edge.

Would I ever figure out this whole balancing thing? Would I figure out how to be Bloody Min while still being able to make dinner for Eunwoo and his future wife or girlfriend? But I was getting way over my head. I needed to not only ensure that Doeun was gone forever, but that this situation would never happen again.

As if he could read my mind, Taehyung placed his hand on my thigh. Leaning over to me, he whispered, "Just for a moment, stop thinking about Doeun. He will get his."

Didn't he know by now that I'd never stop thinking? With a smile, I focused on Minho as he spoke about 'the good old days'...and he wasn't even that damn old! But the way he spoke, you would have thought he lived in a black and white gangster movie.

"Plus your mother couldn't look away from me!" Minho spoke between bites.

"It was your attire. You can't ignore a man in a brilliant attire." She laughed as she rolled her eyes at him. Grinning at Eunwoo, she leaned over her food and asked, "For Father's Day, you should buy one for your daddy."

Was I supposed to help him with that?

"And hide this good stature? Blasphemy," Taehyung snickered. "Plus I fuc—"

"Taehyung," Evelyn and I both said at the same time.

"Dada. Dada. Da." Eunwoo laughed as he flapped his arms.

Taehyung and I froze.

"Did you all hear that?" Jin grinned.

"Say it again, I think your Mommy and Daddy are in shock." Minho gave his fingers to Eunwoo to play with.

Eunwoo smiled, clearly enjoying the attention. "Dada. Dada!"

All of us, even myself, to my own surprise, cheered. Taehyung stood and picked him up before kissing his chubby cheek.

"Dadaaaaaa!" Eunwoo said again.

"Best gift I've ever gotten," Taehyung said, as he sat back down with Eunwoo in his arms.

Why did I feel a sudden desperation for him to say 'Mama?'

TAEHYUNG'S POV

This was my plan and I wanted it to be perfect. I could feel the coolness of the brandy snifter as it sat nestled in my hand. I stared out the window of our study, and from our position, I could see the capital, the city on the hill, everything that was good about Korea was filled with nothing but snakes and rats.

"He's speaking," Y/N aid, as she leaned into the chair behind the desk.

Turning around, she increased the volume. Doeun's image filled the screen, as he stood in front of the podium with his head held high and proud.

Not for long, bastard.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming. As I said at the last press conference, an internal investigation is still being conducted. But I do want the nation to be assured that the FBI is removing anyone from our employment who does not hold to the standards of our office. Over the last few weeks we've had numerous arrests, including those of notorious drug rings and small time bosses."

Our motherfucking drugs.

"Agent Im Jugyeong is not missing as was previously rumored, but is currently on leave due to an injury she sustained, and unfortunately, she will not be open for questioning for another few weeks—"

"Now." Y/N said with a grin.

"Breaking news," a news anchor reported, as the screen away from Doeun. "During the hour we've received video footage from a group called Rsamks; the Republic Soldiers Against More Korean Savagism, with missing FBI agent, Im Jugyeong. We warn our viewers, the video contains material not suitable for children."

The feed switched to our little home video, and I allowed a grin to spread across my face. Im Jugyeong sat up on her knees in front of the red Rsamks flag; her dark hair was matted together, and she was dressed in nothing but old rags. As the camera focused on her face, we could see that it was streaked with dirt and tears. Suddenly a pair of hands held up a recent newspaper up to the lens. Two men, whose feet were the only visible evidence to their presence, were seen holding AR-15's to her head.