Dancing With The Devil

hands to myself.

Sehun's POV

After that commotion had ended, the rest of my siblings had separated into groups of guests, catching up on life.

It felt all too overwhelming being suddenly thrown back into this life. I loved Savannah, Georgia. I loved the life I built for myself back in America. But I also loved my siblings. I loved Emrie and I wanted her to a part of my life again but somehow I felt like everything was moving too fast. She was on a wavelength that I could never catch up to. This whole mafia life was. I was never set to be a part of this kind of life but how could I say goodbye to my family now that I had them back. Deep down, I wish I hadn't come back.

I liked remembering my siblings the way they were when we were kids but now, I see them as murderers. I see them as my father. Not necessarily Taemin or maybe Joonho, but Emrie and Jaehyun were the exact things I got away from. They were just like my father and maybe I just found myself in a trap of uncertainty.

"Whatever you're thinking, you're probably right," a voice said behind me. I turned around to see Mom approaching me with two glasses of champagne, handing me one.

"Hi Mom"

"Hi baby" she smiled, "are you okay?"

"I'm fine"

"Talk to me" she pushed.

"I'm fine. I promise" I persisted.

"Wow," she scoffed, "your sister got to you too huh?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I was really hoping you'd be immune from her and your father. Guess I was wrong"

"If this is some sort of motherly critique, please feel free to choke on it"

"Wow... she really got in your head and you don't even realize it" she laughed disappointedly.

"She's my sister. She's my family, I trust her. I trust Jae. And most of all, I trust Taemin"

"Then you've already lost"

"I'm not like them. If you knew me growing up, you'd know, but I do trust them"

"I know you. You think I couldn't tell. You're my son. I know everything that goes through your head"

"Yeah? Like what?"

"Come with me" she gestured. I looked at her strangely, staying in place. "Oh come on. What? You think I'm gonna kill you? I just wanna talk somewhere where your sister isn't glaring at me"

I looked over to Emrie talking to a group of people shooting optic daggers at Mom and me. "Ok fine" I agreed. I followed her out of the main banquet hall. Behind her, a wine-colored carpet rolled all the way to the thick glass doors that sealed out to the main city street. The lobby was hushed as a library, but beyond those doors, I knew, were the cracked concrete sidewalks and the rush and clamor and ruthlessness of the city. Oh how much I wanted to run out there and hop on a plane far away from here.

Mom led me into a quiet lounge where classical music could be heard faintly from the gala.

"You know, your sister is probably worse than your father. Minseok was abusive but it's Emrie that really gets under your skin" she began, taking a seat on the sofa. Her dress swaying to the crossing of her legs.