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54. Sacriligeous smile

Jimin

"If I knew that you'd remedy me, I'd have asked you to keep punching me a long time ago." He smiled at me as I put ointment on his bruise. He smelled so good, like Freesia and coffee.

I focused on the setting sun leaving a halo in the twilight's wake. "I have to go, Jungkook," I said, blowing softly over his lips. By now I lost count of how many times I've busted it. "You have to understand that I can't stay here with you. I have things to do."

"I am not stopping you from leaving, Angel," he gripped my wrists and pulled me closer to him. "I am only going to go with you. And did you forget about our deal?"

I thought I was clear, but Jungkook would never understand that I needed to get away from him. I wasn't scared of him for some reason. Hearing about him from his father was different, but seeing him intentionally hurting Daven caused me to rethink everything.

Besides, I was remembering things. Like Jungkook said, I was different. I was feeling different, stronger, and braver, and I was trying to think straight. What stood in my way was my limited memory. I needed to be whole first, on my own. "Who is Lance?" I asked Jungkook and he gulped.

He was affected by this name more than he let on. "My brother." He shocked me with his answer. 

"Your brother?" My head felt like it was trying to crack open a portal, the images and voices trying to gush all at once, but the other side of it was resisting.

The mountain. Morph. Auction room. Stairs. Swimming pool. Blood.

"I remember," I hushed, horrified. "I remember." I looked at Jungkook with wide eyes. 

**

"I am glad you made it. I've been waiting since all afternoon," Lance offered his hand to me and a smile glinted behind my silence. He was nervous. Cute. 

"Are you going to let me in or do you plan to talk by the door the whole evening?" I lifted a brow at him, ignoring the hand that he extended toward me. 

"Please," he smiled, his dimples appeared as his beautiful lips stretched while he ushered me. "Come this way."

I looked around at the big hall. The auction was supposed to start in half an hour.

He led me towards the VIP coupe and I settled on a couch. Everyone present was in a suit, including Lance. In fact, I never saw him in anything other than suits. I was wearing my chinos ripped over my knees with a white t-shirt and blue denim jacket. 

After I met Lance in Morph, he became a regular visitor and my boxing partner. Partner was a far-stretched word. He posed his interest to box with me, but I declined his offer, not wanting to disfigure his handsome face. He sure was tall and muscled, but there was more elegance and class to him than anybody I've ever met before. I didn't think he belonged in the ring. 

This, on the other hand, was exactly where I thought he belonged. His father was running for senator and to appeal to the sports committees, he has been organizing auctions all around the states followed by gala dinners. Word on the street was that Mr. Asher was surely going to win, the elections were just a formality.

I have seen Lance's father on the TV before, but as he approached to shake hands with his son, I realized two things.

One, Lance was a charmer, but his father was an enchanter with his attentive smile and posh accent. I got a feeling that this wasn't the true reflection of what he was. Mr. Asher was a wolf donning Armani.