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𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚘 ∙ 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐

For all re-readers, I'm currently changing the name from Kayden to Jaesang, please don't be confused.
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[𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝟷𝟷.𝟶𝟼.𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟻]

Countless bullets hailed down on him. 𝟶𝟶𝟶 was quick to take cover behind a knocked over humvee.

He had long lost his comrades, and although he knew where he was, there was no way to tell whether he would make it out of this mission alive.

There was never any guarantee; either you live or you die. 𝟶𝟶𝟶, well, he never really cared much for that. Live or die, that was what it was always about, and he refused to let himself be limited by those two options.

His instincts kicked in, and right before a knife could hit his shoulder, he ducked away, picked up his machine gun and fired back.

This is what life is supposed to be like.

Fun.

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"I think it's time for you to go to school."

The announcement his father made hung heavy in the air, quelling the lively conversation of wife and daughter.

A heavy silence followed, one which Jaesang didn't break; instead, he quietly put his cutlery down and leaned back in his seat.

"Son?"

The boy heaved a small sigh, annoyed behind his blank expression. He glanced over at his father, who was watching him with keen eyes in return.

His fingers tapped against the table in a rapid motion, attracting the attention of his mother, who could tell he was not happy about that information.

She wanted to say something, protect her baby from the bureaucracy of the world they were living in, but before she could do so, he spoke up.

"Not right now."

"Then when?"

Dark, empty eyes startled the father of two. He had to admit it wasn't the first time his own son had made him flinch, but he always kept blaming the unfamiliarity with his estranged son, who was now living as a stranger in his home.

Jaesang slowly lifted his hand and gestured towards his face. "I don't want to go like this."

"Your scar?" his mother asked softly. With a sympathetic look on her face, she grabbed one of his hands.

They probably thought he was embarrassed of it, afraid other people would judge or even bully him because of it.

As if.

He stopped himself from letting out a scoff. He had deliberately grown his hair out in the past few years, but it wasn't yet enough not to get recognized. Enemies across the entire world were able to recognize him based on his one flaw; if it wasn't for that damned scar, disappearing would have been child's play.

One picture, one video, even a single Tik Tok or YouTube short could blow his identity and send for dozens if not hundreds of killers.

So yeah, before he got something done with that scar, there was no way he was leaving the house.

Jaesang eyes his mother's hand on his own, lightly grazing his skin just enough so he could feel the faint touch. She was very emotional, easy to manipulate, so he nodded and grasped her hand in return.

His mother let out a slight gasp before a broken smile stretched across her face; this was the first sign of affection he had shown her ever since their reunion, and although she initiated it, she was still very much proud of him.