Us Against The World - Jikook

31. I forgive you

AUTHOR POV

Taeyang anxiously approached his boss' office. It is rare for him to be summoned to the Office. Usually if his services are needed for anything, all it took was a phone call or email and he'd take care of whatever the problem was right away. The lawyer had an idea of what this meeting could be about, but he was hoping his gut was wrong. Taking a deep breath, he raises a fist and knocks on the wooden door.

"Come in."

Holding his breath, he turned the knob and walked inside, closing the door behind him. 

"You wanted to see me Sir?"

"Ah yes. Take a seat." 

Jimin calmly gestured the chair across from him.

So far so good. His Boss wasn't showing signs of being angry. Maybe he was just overthinking it all. The moment Taeyang relaxed in his seat, the atmosphere in the room shifted. Jimin's demeanor changed.

"Mind telling me why I wasn't informed about Jungkook's life being protected by us?" Jimin questioned with a glare, starring a hole right into the other's soul.

Fuck.

There was no backing out. His Boss knows. Taeyang figured it was best to just lay it all out. It would just be easier that way for the both of them. If he tried to hide it, it would only mean a worse punishment for himself. 

Slouching in the chair with arms crossed over his chest, he sighed in defeat. 

"I wasn't allowed to tell anyone about Jungkook."

TAEYANG POV

I was afraid to look him in the eyes. I can't imagine how angry he is right now. Never in my life did I want to be in the hot seat with a pissed off Boss in front of me. Maybe I should be grateful I'm not tied to a chair like other poor bastards that cross our leader.

"So, me being the leader here means nothing?" 

The harshness of his tone sent a shiver down my spine.

"No Sir, it's not that. He told me to keep it from everyone, including you." 

To be honest, I'm pretty proud of myself for not stuttering.

"He who? My father? In case you forgot, he's dead!" He slammed his fist down on his desk. I'm surprised I didn't shit myself. His anger is beginning to come out.

"He told me to continue on even if he dies for some reason. No one was supposed to know he was still alive." 

Someone give me a fucking award for how calm I am being, while I'm freaking the hell out on the inside.

"Why!?" My leader demands.

"Because of who he suspected it was that murdered his parents and failed to kill him." I answer, still afraid to look at him. I may be years older than him, but he is one scary son-of-a-bitch.

"No more of the short answers and tell me everything. And.I.Mean.Everything." 

I thought his father was bad, I think my current Boss' anger takes the cake.

Clearing my throat, I sit myself up comfortably in the chair. Readying myself to tell the story. I look up to see him getting comfortable as well, waiting to be told what he wants to know.