01
Busan, South korea
The valuable vase shattered into peices as it was thrown with immense amount of force. A furious man stood in the middle of a living room.
The housekeeper took a step back from the man, not looking at the man as fear gripped him tightly around his throat.
The furious man looked at the housekeeper with a glare that could kill you, "Call them here right now. Tell them that they will suffer the consequences if they dare to disobey my order.". He clenched his jaw as he said those words.
The housekeeper nodded hastily and quickly walked out of the living room.
Two hands pulled him towards a corner, and he turned only to see the main maid and the other 3 kitchen maids
"Why is he so angry? What happened?", The Main maid asked worridely.
The housekeeper sighed tiredly. "He was on a call with someone and was really happy, and after the call ended, he called one of the young masters, I'm not sure who it is, but after talking to young master, he has been like this..", he said.
"Aish... hmm, you should go now, dont make him more angry", she reminded him and the house keeper quickly scurried away.
The housekeeper dialed the number of the most calm one among the brothers. "Mr. Namjoon, Mr Kim has ordered all of you to come back right now. He talked to one of the young masters before and now , he is furious", the house keeper said all too fastly, it took 3 seconds for the person on the other end to think it through.
"We will be there in 10 mins , try to keep him calm..", a calm manly voice came from the other end. Calm like the peaceful night of forest..
The call ended.
On the other end...
Namjoon walked with grace as he entered the office room where 6 men where already sitting.
He knocked on the table twice to catch their attention and looked at them with a serious expression. Every one of the frowned and gave all their attention to him, focusing on what he had to say.
"Who picked up the call from Dad earlier", he asked in a threatening way. And seconds after he asked that, one of the brothers stood up.
"It was me.." , Jimin, the third youngest among the brothers answered honestly.
"What did you say to him.", it was not a question, it was more like an order. Namjoon was already clenching his fist when jimin stood up.
"He called me to say that we have to go with him to New York, just to see his girlfriend. And I.. I called her a whore who is controlling him..", just as jimin finished the sentance, a hard slap echoed in the office room. His cheeks burned . But he didnt do anything. He stood there, facing his brother who slapped him.
"Apologise to him when we get back.", Namjoon said looking away.
"I will not.", and that triggered Namjoon.
"What did you say?", he asked.
"I said, I will not.", jimin glared at his brother. "He decided to have a girlfriend just five years after our mom's death! What else do you want me say!", he shouted.
"Lower your voice, jimin.", the oldest brother, Jin, said.
"Look, we know what you feel, and we do the same too, but we don't know that women and we, are never the ones to disrespect a women in that way.", The fourth oldest, hoseok , said.
"That's enough. I dont care what you all do. Act accordingly in front of him. Whatever he does has nothing to do with us. He is our father and we will follow him that doesnt mean we need to accept that women.", Jin said.
"Now, it's time to go, we have to reach home in 5 mins".
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"Get all your shits packed. We are leaving tonight.", Kim yeong su said to his sons who just entered the mansion.
Jimin was just about to open his mouth but didnt do so as he knew, he wasnt capable of doing anything at this situation.
But the one to act rashly this time was Jungkook, "Why should we come with you? You can go and meet or marry or whatever you want but never include us in it. We want nothing to do with you , that women has no right to replace our mother-",
"Don't you dare. Don't you dare talk back to me Jungkook, I might forget that you are my son", the moment these words left Yeong su, his sons knew that they were gonna hate him and that women for their entire life.
Jungkook kept his stone hard face , he didn't react, even tho he knew it's the first time his dad have ever spoken to him like that, as the youngest, he used to have all the freedom he could ever get, but that was only till few days ago. The moment they got to know their dad was dating someone and has the intention to marry that women, they snapped, leading to everyday fights.
"Listen carefully, I love her. Your mother died 10 years ago, I was alone, taking care of all of you , I'm finally over her death and has fallen in love with someone, I don't want our family to break, but I want her, I love her.", Yeong su finally broke down infront of his sons.
Since his late wife's death, he has been the one taking care of his business, and underworld while also taking care of his seven sons. He never ket any outsider take responsibilities of his children because he wanted them to have and experience the love of their father even in this dangerous world where their life could be in danger any moment, and this time, after every one of his sons have became capable of protecting and leading their own life, he is finally asking for something.
And the elder siblings knew it all too well.
"Its okay , dad. We will come with you.", Jin spoke up.
Yeong su smiled gratefully at him and went away to his room while the brothers just stood silent.
"Are we..really gonna accept her? We don't even know her", taehyung spoke.
"Depends. We are meeting her tomorrow anyways. Now, go and pack your things.", Jin, as the eldest, ordered. Even though Namjoon had control over everyone, jin being the first born, had another respectfull place among them.
As the light turned into darkness, they left.. for New York... To meet some unexpected people, and someone who's gonna change their life..
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