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49. Illuminati

Jimin

"Hey, son," the man turned to see Jungkook and when he didn't respond, his eyes hooked back to me. Mr. Asher let out a derisive laugh.

"What did you do?" Jungkook hissed at his father, moving closer to me. 

"Nothing," the elder male shrugged, fixing the non-existent crease on his blazer. "I made Mr. Park aware of a few things. After all, he is family now. Isn't he?" There was a silent war between them as they stood across from each other. 

As I looked at Jungkook now, subtly arriving in front of me, my body had goosebumps. I couldn't believe the video I had just watched.

"I think you should leave now," Jungkook asked, no anguish in his eyes, but his voice was devoid of any affability. 

"I need a minute with Mr. Park alone." The man retaliated. 

I kept waiting for Jungkook to deny that this man was his father. I thought I'd turn a blind against the truth if he did. Maybe the videos were edited. Maybe it was all a lie, but he didn't deny it and my heart broke into million pieces. 

"Go out, Jungkook," I asked him, inhaling determinedly. 

"Angel," he turned to me quickly, shocked. His hand went to fix my hair and I flinched hard. His face scrunching, he stared at me in fright for a beat and pleaded. "No, baby. You shouldn't listen to him."

"For god's sake!" I was furious. "Let me do this."

He looked resigned, lingering for a moment before leaving the kitchen.

"I am sorry to have dropped all of this at once," Mr. Asher began but didn't look sorry at all. "Jungkook will say anything to you to keep you with him. He isn't a compulsive liar, but his moral understanding of things is hazy. He would do anything to get what he wants, sometimes, something irreversible, too."

"What does that mean?" I asked. 

He let out a heavy breath. "He won't harm you. You must know that by now. But at the same time, he will harm anyone and everyone else. I'll leave it at that."

"There must be a reason why you are here and telling me all this," I asked calmly, astonished at myself how my brain was functioning sharply. "It's sure not to warn me if you also believe that your son won't harm me." 

He didn't say anything and started walking away without sparing another backward glance. 

My phone pinged when he left the kitchen and I reached out in my robe pocket automatically. 

As I said, I am an ally. I warned you before. 
Illuminati.

I sat in silence on the floor, long after he left. Jungkook was lurking. He looked jittery and unsure of what conversation happened between us, but deep down, it seemed that he knew.

The gears in my head were turning, reversing, halting my train of thoughts with a collision in place, and repeating all over again. Overwhelmed wasn't even the right word. I was completely swept away by the storm, yet, I was thinking straight instead of panicking as I would. 

He won't harm you. You must know that by now. But at the same time, he will harm anyone and everyone else. I'll leave it at that. 

No. That is not true, I thought. If that was the case, Kyla wouldn't have been- 

He isn't a compulsive liar, but his moral understanding of things is hazy.

Did all that I saw sum up all the lies that Jungkook told me? Did he lie about his feelings for me, too? I didn't feel he was lying about that even once, but how could he love me if he can't feel emotions? Surely, I have seen him get angry. Angry was an emotion. Right?