Tables Turned | JH

Chapter 8: A Little Rich Bitch

Hoseok POV

I groan tiredly, leaning back in my chair as I rub my hands over my face. It's been a little over two hours since I left Choyeon's room now. My mind won't stop spinning though.

So much has happened in the last twelve hours and I don't know how the hell I'm keeping up with anything right now. It's beyond weird for me to be treating other people the way that I was always treated from the day I was born. I've never known anything different, yet here I am playing the part of anyone who was ever lower than me. As if I'm just some stupid low level with hardly any knowledge.

Although, at the moment, I don't know just how much I can argue that point. After finding out that the third kid is actually a girl? And she's completely different from what I would've ever expected.

Though, I can definitely understand why anyone from a distance would think the possibility of her actually being a guy. With her hair cut very short, you would need to be in a decently close range with her to realize the fact that her hair is actually styled professionally feminine. It's odd, but the short hair actually works really well for it. And it only adds to her intimidation factor. Unsurprisingly, she doesn't seem to wear much makeup though.

Then again, it could've just been the possibility that I'd caught her on an off day or after she had taken it off. Her chest is also a little small from what I've noticed on the women that I have encountered, though that could entirely be do to her fitness routine. It was definitely hard to tell her physical build since she was in slightly loose black sweats and a seriously oversized army green sweatshirt. Though, the look definitely works for her...

The guys at the department would definitely be surprised to hear just how much information I've gotten already, although none of it would really bring down anyone at all from the Empire. It is definitely interesting though. It's odd that Choyeon was so against the idea of having someone work alongside her and seemed to be infuriated with Jin for whatever exactly it was that he did or said. What exactly was he wanting to help her with to begin with?

Snapping out of my thoughts, there's a loud banging at my door. The sudden sound causes me to jump in surprise as I slowly turn to look over towards the door.

Choyeon POV

Checking through emails, I hear a loud muffled knock. Frowning, I turn and look towards my door, knowing that the knock had been on Jhope's door. Staying seated, I decide to just sit and listen for a bit.

"Open the fucking door!" A males voice shouts, the sound once again being muffled by my door. Though, I don't need to see the person to know exactly who it is. And it makes my blood boil over the fact that he's even up here in the first place.

I can just faintly hear the other door slightly open before it's clearly forced further with a rough bang as it slams into the wall behind it. I wince at the sound, knowing Jhope had been on the receiving end of that.

"The fuck do you think you're doing here, kid? You think you're all high and mighty all of a sudden? Don't you know how the fuck to treat a superior?" I hear him growl loudly.

Feeling my jaw clench, I stand up. Gripping the half full glass of whiskey tightly, I knock back the rest of the glass before slamming it down on the desk and slowly making my way towards my door.

"I don't give a shit what that spoiled rat fucking says or wants, bitch! You're not fucking hers! You don't mean a damned thing to her, kid! She's just a little rich bitch who thinks she can get anything she fucking wants!" He snaps loudly. My hands clench into fists at my side, listening carefully and failing to catch Jhope's response each time. Though, I definitely don't miss the sound of something getting slammed into the wall outside a few times.

Having had enough of this, I finish making my way to my door and fling it open. I don't bother with a warning as I grip a fist full of Joon's hair and slamming his head against the wall that he's got Jhope trapped against, managing to just miss Jhope's head. Joon groans as he let's go of Jhope, hand reaching up to cup His now broken nose.

Just by seeing the position he'd had Jhope in, my anger grows. He'd had Jhope pinned with his front pressed against the wall, he'd had a hand gripping a fist full of his red hair that's now been released and is tangled. Joon had also managed to drag his still buckled and buttoned trousers down to his knees.

Not bothering to try to completely control myself, I grab Joon by the back of his shirt and fling him across the small hall to cause him to hit the opposite wall. His head flies back into it, but I waste no time as I lift my leg to kick him in the gut. He instantly doubles over, but I bring my knee up to drive it into his face. If his nose wasn't broken before, it is now. To finish it off as he leans back cupping his face again, I send my heel straight to his crotch, dropping him in an instant.

At this point, Jhope has turned around probably in attempt to figure out what the hells happening, but hasn't managed anything with his pants yet. I don't pay him any mind yet though, still glowering at the man on the floor darkly.

"I would've thought you'd have learned by now, Joon. You have no business being here, and you sure as fuck have no right to be touching what's mine. You can think highly or lowly of me all you like, but you keep that bullshit to yourself. And we both know what father would think if he'd have heard you speaking about me in such a way. Now get the fuck outta my sight before I end you right here and fucking now." I growl lowly.

Joon immediately stumbles to his feet, groaning quietly in pain as he does so before limping towards the elevator. Seconds later, it arrives and he's gone out of our sights.