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Chapter Twenty-One

Junhui

Coming home to a long day of avoiding any type of contact with Nabi has gotten me exhausted. Though it was espcially hard since we were seated together, I got through it, barely. I came home to the sound of nothing- as always. My apartment was peaceful unlike my home home and I liked it.

I leave my bag on the floor like always and went into the other room to change. It was supposed to be the bedroom, but it was too cramped and had no windows. I made it into a walk in closet instead.

Once I had changed into my usual black jeans, white top and leather jacket I jogged back out and flopped onto my bed. Mom had made it before leaving. I suddenly regretted leaving her here this morning, I should have stayed and comforted her. Now she's back in hell where my father lives.

I try to shrug the thought of her away as I open my laptop. After half a second the screen lights up. By habit I start typing my password straight away but my laptop was already unlocked. Notes was the only thing displayed on the screen, the rest of my browsers with exited out of.

9 June 2036 at 4:36 pm

Junior, I'm leaving. I love you and I always will but right now I need to be by myself. I can't take being with your father anymore, he doesn't love me, you and I both know that. I don't blame him for being mad at the world. It's been unfair to him for seventeen years, but he's been unfair to me for longer. The man I fell in love with is not who he is now. He's a broken man.

My darling, I wish I could take you with me but you know that it would be impossible for both of us to escape the clan. Whatever you do please don't come looking for me. Don't tell anyone I have left either, not even when they ask. Pretend you don't know. You can do that for me right?

I hope you understand, I love you.

Mom ♡

PS I'll come find you one day. Wait for me. Let me sort out a life for us where you and I can be happy together. I just need time.

Out of all the emotions I was feeling, relief seemed to defeat all. No matter how much I wanted to see my mom in this moment, I knew that this was the only way she could be happy. And that was enough to let me feel content.

I felt like maybe the right thing to do now was cry, but I couldn't. I wanted to let something out so badly even though I didn't know what it was. All my feelings seemed to be balling into a giant, unpredictable one. One that could explode at any moment. One that will soon cause my first break down.

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At the youth unit floor, everyone was a lot more excited than most days. Loud whispers of 'Choi Nabi the lost mafia child' seemed to be the only topic of conversation. It was annoying.

"I bet she's good at fighting like her mom!"

"Who's her mom?"

"Choi Sun... master Junhui's first body guard."

"Omg that's her mom?!"

"I know right? Isn't it crazy?!"

I roll my eyes as I walk past a bunch of fifteen year old girls who's only real hobby is to gossip. But they were nothing compared to the next group of guys I walked past next.

"Yo did you guys see her? She's freaking hot!"

"When did you see her?"

"In the combat room with Jeonghan hyung."

The last part makes me slow my pace.

"I took a picture do you wanna see?"

That makes me stop and turn abruptly. I make my way back to the group huddling over a phone. "You will delete that."

All of their heads perk up then immediately turning into shock when they see me. The one who was a holding up his phone like a trophy turns bright red and nodded frantically.

"What's your name?" I ask.

"K-Kang Tae... h-hyun mast-ter," his head drops.

"Don't disrespect my sister again or I'll have you executed on sight, do you understand?" I don't wait for his answer and left it at that. Around here, I had a reputation of being the spoilt, bratty, entitled successor of the Moon clan. I couldn't change the way people thought of me from the very beginning, so I took on the role on instead.

Nobody here has ever liked me. I was fine with that.

Outside the door of the youth unit's Team Leader's lounge, I could hear laughter. This room was specially made for chosen leader's of the younger members of the clan. My grandfather hand picked them himself. I'm one of them... by default. 

The room falls quite as I enter. All eyes flicker to me before going back to whatever they were doing, but in lower tones. 

I let them be and headed into the 'office'. There wasn't anything but a large archway separating the two rooms. On this half of the room there was exactly ten hollow, circle tables, all randomly placed. It was designed so the area seemed less 'work' like. Each table was owned by a team leader.

Mine was right in the centre, where everyone could see me, and I could see them.

As I near my table it hovers up then comes back down as I sit on my seat. I lean back on my chair and sigh out, wondering what I was doing here. I should be trying to contact my mother and making sure she was okay. Another part of me knows that that was the worst thing I could do now too.

"Surprised to see you here," a high pitched voice echoes around the room followed by the stomping of boots.

I didn't even need to look to know who it was. She's the only one who isn't intimidated by my presence. "I thought to visit."

"Funny," she says in monotone. "You don't like coming to this floor. Yet alone this room."

"Neither do you, Jinnie." It never occurred to me to do a background check on her, but it all became clear who she was the day Nabi entered this place. "Why did you never tell me your father is Choi Seungcheol."

Her boots came to a halt in front of me, "why does it matter?" She asks, arms folded.

"It doesn't," I mimic her stance causing my table to hover back up. "Just thought maybe you'd brag about your daddy being the Bullseye."

She rolls her eyes, "I'm humble." She stomps away to her seat. She was by far the youngest youth leader, but she acts like she owns the place.

It didn't bother me though, unlike everyone else here, Jinnie didn't to pretend to be someone else but herself. "Teach your cousin to be that too," I say.

"My cousin. Your sister." She was now rapidly typing away at her computer. "Doesn't that make us cousins too?"

It would, if Nabi really was my sister. "I guess."