His Fake Secretory || JJK ✅

Chapter 62

“Kill her…”

Jihyo spit her drink out on the face of Duan as he stared in complete shock at his brother. “Kill what?” Jihyo repeated.

“Kill her.” He repeated the same words again. “But that wasn't part of the plan.” Jihyo spoke while Duan looked at himself covered all in chocolate coffee with some pinch of saliva.

“Yeah it wasn't but now it is.” He remained firm. “But why would you do this?” She asked him.

“She's the reason for my father's death. She's the reason why I haven't seen my mom in the past four years. How can I let go of her so easily?” He glared into her eyes with his deadly,cold,bloody eyes.

“B…but you said that you'll just make her pay for what she did and leave her alone.” She stuttered. “I don't think I'll be able to do it now. Everytime I look at her face I couldn't help but think about the day my father was dying in front of my eyes and his last words were "get rid of the Yakuza Family or they'll kill each one of us.” He looked at the sun outside from his transparent window.

“I will never forget the way his eyes looked at me for one last time before heaven shut its gates off on him.” Duan looked down hearing the words of his brother. 

“Let's not kill her at least…I don't wanna catch a case.” Jihyo tried to convince him but his sharp deadly glares turned towards her as he looked into her eyes.

“Don't tell me what to do. I've been planning this for the past two years.” He growled at her. She gulped down with fear.

Duan looked up at the sweat drops forming on her forehead. He stood up and held her hand. “Let's go,Jihyo. Your dear puppy must be waiting for you.” She stood up without saying any word as Duan glanced at his brother.

They both walked out of the room while Jungkoon couldn't help but throw the cup on the glass making it shatter into pieces.

“Aarghh!” He yelled.

Pulling his tie down. He stood up from his chair and grabbed his coat in his hand. Walking out of his office. He rushed down to his car.

Duan looked at him while sending Jihyo off. The sun was already set down leaving its orangish shade in the cloud.

Jungkook drove the car off to the nearest bar.

His brain wasn't in his control. Yn was continuously calling him but he ignored her calls. The memories of his father bathed with his own blood with a knife in his chest was flowing in front of his eyes.

A tear fell down from his eye as he recalled all the moments he spent with his father.

On the other hand,Duan saw Jungkook drifting off at extreme speed so he decided to catch up with him.

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Duan entered inside the last bar left in the town that was the only bar to be open up till midnight. He entered inside to find his brother draining down the beer. He was more than just drunk. His hair was messy. Eyes swollen from too much crying. Button of his shirts were free for their own good.

His eyes were half open as he looked at the waiter who himself was tired of him. Duan signalled him to wait before giving another bottle of alcohol.

“One…more!” He stuttered in his drunken state. “No more alcohol.” Duan grabbed the glass from his hand and pushed it aside.

The crimson red nose of Jungkook turned towards him as he looked upon him. “Don't..meddle in my business.” he warned him before he glared back at the waiter.