Pretend to be Alpha - Hyunlix

He didn't tell you?

A/n: Yeah I have been gone for long but I'm here to finish this book quick..... Still a lot of things but I'll definitely wind the book in 5-6 chapters and Smut chapters can be written slow and later as it doesn't particularly have connection with the current storyline.

Hopefully I'll be able to finish it properly!!!

Quick review: Felix is in no talking stage with Hyunjin cause he invited Felix's father for Dinner without asking him. Hyunjin realised there might be some issues with Myeon-ie but haven't said anything to Felix till now.

Continuing from this...

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"Myu? We need to talk"

Hyunjin says firm enough for the girl to look at him, acknowledge his presence which she had been avoiding for quite a time now.

"Myu? Princess what's wrong? That thing in school... What was that? Why are they behaving like that with you?'

Hyunjin's tone softened over time as he approached the girl who was sitting on the floor painting.

Hyunjin's gaze fell on the painting, dark red painting, black circles scattered everywhere, grey red shackles? Hyunjin couldn't quite decipher it ... He looked back at her as she filled the paper with more red paint

It looks like blood.

Hyunjin closer his eyes, his heart aching at the way his chatterbox daughter wouldn't speak a word... She isn't even asking him how the painting is.

"Pri-"

"It looks like blood?"

The question came out of no where, it startled Hyunjin as he looked at the painting and then at her cold eyes, no emotions lining in those eyes.

They are hollow

"Hmm... It does why?'

"I... It should.... I worked hard..."

Her gaze lingered on the painting, the paint brush dipped in the bottle again.... Hyunjin smiled at the tiny smile her lips pulled into..... He looked at her with a sigh.

She wasn't going to talk...

And it was not going to be easy

"Myu... Change your clothes... Let the painting dry. I cooked your favourite meal... Come I'll feed you myself"

"Bu-"

"No buts, wash yourself properly there is paints all over your dress and hands"

"It's not paint though"

"Huh?"

"It's.... It's not paint"

Hyunjin stared at her, his eyes all as he looked at her face, calm and composed, it puzzled him.... His lips parted to ask a question

*Crying sounds*

Hyunjin's Focus shifts hearing Hyunbok's cries, he waits for Myeon-ie to continue, tell something but she doesn't, Asking her to wash up quickly he rushes to the crying Hyunbok.

Myeon-ie looks at the painting sighs, her fingers brushing across the painting

"Does blood dry sooner?"

She whispers it to herself, placing the painting on the table to dry, the sharpner blade washed as the red liquid drains in the washbasin before she places it back into the paintbox.

"For tomorrow"

A whimper leaves her lips when the warm water touches her skin

"It hurts here..... I .. should change the place"