「 took it so far to keep you close, i was afraid to leave you on your own 」
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"Well, this is a surprise."
A expectant thin smile broke across Mr Park's lips, making a shiver go down Chanyeol's spine. For a second, he contemplated to forget it and just walk out, but a small nagging voice called him weak and convinced him otherwise.
"Father," the Park heir returned the man's smile with a placid one of his own.
Mr Park rubbed his hands together, "You said there was something regarding the Lees you wanted to talk about?"
"Yes," Chanyeol's grip on his seat tightened, nails biting into fresh leather. He watched his father carefully for any slightest change in expression as he continued. "We should not rid of Mark Lee."
A flicker of annoyance passed the other man's face, but it went as quickly as it came.
"The Lees are planning a revolt. To kill him and to make Lee Dongmin the new leader. He'll be a much bigger threat than Mark Lee can ever be," Chanyeol added hurriedly like the scared coward he is.
"I hope you're not just making excuses again, son," Mr Park weaved his fingers together, an unreadable look on his face. "The Lees must go down this year. By hook or by crook."
"I know, but the Lees are trying to make use of us to rid of their weak leader so they needn't do it themselves-" Chanyeol's voice had risen and started taking a defying edge, making the older man arch a brow.
The Park heir inhaled sharply, willing himself to calm down. He'd been getting unnaturally temperamental lately, God forbid if he loses his prized reputation as the stone cold Park heir.
"All I'm saying is that we should rethink our decision of killing Mark. Let us not play into their hands. A weak leader is easy to control, we should not be hasty about this whole ordeal," he exhaled, unclenching his fingers.
Mr Park's gaze was heavy as it locked on the boy's face, his expression thoughtful.
The cogs of Chanyeol's brain spun wildly. "Lee Taeyong is part of the revolt," he pulled out his final triumph card.
Conflict flashed in the older man's dark eyes. "I'll think about it."
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Mark Lee traced the scratch marks on his table with the tip of his index finger.
He was probably drunk, he wasn't too sure himself. He wasn't seeing in double, but his vision was blurry- Wait, what's that watery thing rolling down his cheeks...hold on, are those tears? He made a swipe over his cheeks and gasped at the salty liquid evaporating on his hand. God, why was he crying? Why was he feeling so sad? He had no rights to feel this way.
