Tables Turned | JH

Chapter 6: Don't Be An Outsider

Hoseok POV

I stay frozen in place as the door falls shut loudly behind her. My eyes are slightly widened and definitely focused on the mark in the wall that the knife left.

"I told you that saying anything would be a bad idea." The man on the bed says as he shakes his head at the man still stood by the knife mark. The standing man just sighs and shakes his head before heading towards the kitchen area.

"I just want to help her, babe. And I'm sorry for our father ignoring you again." Jin tells the black haired man with a frown as he begins pulling pots and pans out.

The man stands from the bed and it's only then that I realize that he's only covered by a slightly long shirt. It's just a plain white tee shirt and while it's somewhat long, it's clear that it barely covers everything. To say I'm surprised right now would be an understatement...

"I know you do, Jinnie, but she has to sort it out herself. You know how hard your father is on her. There's no way getting her around it and there's no way of her getting around it either, darling. Just be there for her like she needs you to be, but you have to stop intervening. And don't worry about your father, darling. It's already a known fact that he doesn't like me." The second man says gently as he walks over to Jin and wraps his arms around his waist before leaning forward against him.

Well I gotta say... I definitely wasn't expecting to walk in on something like this...

"Why doesn't he like you?" I ask, not being able to help my curiosity. They both turn back to look at me and I feel my face heat up almost immediately as the smaller man chuckles.

"Right, I suppose we should probably introduce ourselves. I'm Seokjin, though I go by Jin. This is my boyfriend Jimin, though he also works for my sister Choyeon." Jin introduces.

"As I'm sure you were able to see, Jhope, Mr. Kim is fairly strict and runs business tightly. Having your oldest son being gay doesn't tend to give off the healthiest vibes for the Empire. It's why not many people know that I'm even here. So, it's kinda understandable and clear as to why he's not a big fan of mine." Jimin explains with a sweet smile. I frown but nod regardless.

I mean, it makes sense to a certain extent. Many people, especially those working in the darker side of the world, view gays and other such people as weak. It's quite clear now as to why Jin doesn't seem to be lined up with any of the work and why he's not seen too fairly often.

"You don't have to just stand there like an outsider. You're welcome in, Jhope." Jin says as he turns back to the stove to begin cooking. Biting my lip lightly, I nod my head and walk away from the entrance way.

Jimin seems to pick up on my sense of lostness, walking over to me with a smile. He puts an arm around my waist and leads me over to the table to have a seat whilst we wait for Jin to make dinner.

"I apologize for my sister's behavior before as well, Jhope. I know she comes off as scary and as a hardass, but she's really not that bad of a person. She's just... she doesn't let people in and she grew up in a way that taught her to act in such ways." Jin tells me, not bothering to look back at me as he cooks.

"Has she really done that that many times? The whole throwing the knife at you?" I ask curiously, hoping I'm not overstepping anything yet. Jimin chuckles from across the table.

"Honey, something you need to understand is that she has perfect aim. If she hits something, she means to hit it. And I can't tell you the amount of times she's thrown a knife in our room." Jimin informs me lightheartedly.

"Both Jimin and I have grown unfazed by the action by now with how often she does it. We're family though, so we know she's not going to actually pin us." Jin adds.

"Eh, I'd be careful of that statement, darling. I'm not certain she wouldn't pin Tae every now and again. Those two don't get along well at all, and you know that." Jimin comments. I look at him in confusion.

"Why don't they get along?" I question, trying to figure out as much as possible. I really hope I don't sound too nosey.

"Those two have never gotten along." Jimin says as he shakes his head.

"Yeah, I'm not entirely sure where those unhappy sentiments were founded on Tae's end. Cho used to really adore him and loved getting to take care of him. Though, then again, our father took her love out of a lot of things for her. Whatever the reason for it though, it wasn't long after Taehyung's unhappiness for her festered that she grew to dislike him as well. I know at least part of his dislike for her though, has to do with the fact that she's the heir to the Empire instead of him. That really pissed him off." Jin agrees.

I simply nod my head and decide to remain silent. I don't need to ask too many questions now and get caught out too soon. It'd be a waste of not only my time, but the departments time as well. Besides, I'd really not like to get killed for being caught out by the amount of questions I raise.

After a while, Jin finally finishes making dinner for us. The evening passes by quickly as I remain silent for the most of it. I only end up speaking when asked a question, though I continue to listen in on their conversation as they vaguely speak on Jin's sister.

Though, all too soon it's time for me to head down to Choyeon's room. I have to say, I don't think I've ever been so afraid of a female before. Granted, it doesn't help that I'd been under the impression that the third child was a son, not a daughter, but she's fucking scary when she's hiding her emotions and when she's fucking pissed.

Although, I'm also just nervous in general with the possibility that I could get caught at any second constantly floating around in my mind. There's also that tiny bit where Jungkook's words about being dead in an instant if I piss someone off when I'm up as high as I am comes into play too.

Thanks, Jungkook. 'Go undercover' they said. 'You'll be safe, no one will recognize you' they said. 'You have a very low likelihood of getting anywhere too high in the Empire.' They said. Fucking bullshit.