The Assassian's Son

Chapter 1

"Sweetheart, I never understood how you can wear those awful clothes!"

I didn't respond to my mother as I picked at my breakfast. The clothes weren't even awful, I was just wearing a hoodie and jeans. Normal clothes.

My older brother, however, loved to show off his expensive clothes. He never wore the same outfit twice, and was one of the many reasons I felt I didn't belong in this family.

"Yeah, Chae, you should wear one of those nice dresses that you have hanging in your closet," my stupid older brother, Jungkook, suggested. I glared over at him, pushing my eggs away and getting up. "Hey where are you going? You barely touched your food!"

"Don't worry about me," I mumbled, walking up the stairs. I smiled kindly to one of the maids who passed by, and she shyly smiled back.

I opened the door to my room, sighing as I grabbed my schoolbag and my phone. I quickly unlocked my phone to see if I had any messages. One of the few friends I had, Yeji, had messaged me asking when I would be arriving at school.

I heard a knock on the doorframe of my room, and looked up to see Jungkook standing there, his car keys in his hands. "Do you want me to bring you to school or are you gonna be lame and ride your stupid bike?"

"I wouldn't be caught dead in your fancy sports car, but thanks anyway," I sighed, brushing past him and walking back downstairs. I ignored my mother's disgusted look at my outfit as I pushed open the front door.

I unlocked my bike from around the gutter and sat on it, pedaling in the direction of my school. The only days I ever let Jungkook bring me to school was when it was raining. Otherwise, I just took my bike.

I preferred to keep a low profile at school because people expect me to be exactly like my brother: rich and arrogant. However, I've never cared about the money in our family.

Biking through my neighborhood made me feel disgusted. We lived in a rather rich neighborhood, and all the kids here went to fancy private schools.

It had taken much convincing, but my parents agreed to let us go to public school. It was my only escape from this life that I truly never believed was mine.

As I turned to round the corner, a man stepped out in front of me. In a panic, I squeezed the brakes way too hard and the bike came to an abrupt halt, causing me to lose control and tumble over.

I could feel the sting of a fresh cut appearing on my elbow and thigh, and I whipped around to start yelling at whoever got in my way.

"Oh my God," was what came out instead, and I slapped my hand over my mouth. The man that was staring down at me was insanely handsome.

He had vibrant blue hair that was hanging just above his kind, chocolate brown eyes. His nose was slender and my eyes fell onto his plush lips. How could a man have better lips than me? His cheekbones sat high on his face, and connected to his sharp jawline. As he kneeled down beside me, I couldn't help but notice that as he smiled he had one tooth that was pointier than his other.

I forced myself back into reality, clearing my throat and meeting this man's cool gaze. I opened my mouth to speak but found no words would come out. It felt like I was under some kind of trance, staring into his beautiful eyes.

"Are you alright?" He had spoken gently, yet his voice had made a cold shiver run through my body. I stiffly nodded, moving to try and stand up. However, a nauseating pain ran through my leg and I collapsed back on the ground with a small yelp.

His lips formed into a small frown as he looked down at my leg. When his eyebrows furrowed and concern took over his perfect features, I eventually looked down at my leg. I instantly felt lightheaded, and covered my mouth as I felt the back of my throat burn from the bile threatening to escape through my mouth.

My pants were soaked in blood, and I moved a shaky hand to lift up my pants leg. When I saw the gash, I couldn't hold back the vomit and threw up on the sidewalk. My skin had peeled down, and I could see the tissue and muscle inside my leg.

"I'll take you to the hospital," the man spoke, getting to his feet. I looked up at him weakly, wiping my mouth. He kneeled down beside me and slid his arm under mine and helped me to my feet.

Any other day, I would have socked this mysteriously attractive man in the face for trying to lure me into his car. But, I was in way too much pain to even lift a finger as he opened the passenger door. He gently sat me down in the seat before reaching into the glovebox and pulling out bandaging. "We should wrap this up before you lose too much blood."

I didn't answer as he started to gently wrap the bandaging around my leg. It felt like if I even opened my mouth I would throw up again. And I would hate to ruin this very nice car.

Once I was bandaged up, he swung my legs to face forward and closed the door behind me. It occurred to me that eventually I would have to explain this to my parents and Jungkook. My father would kill me if he knew I let some stranger take me to the hospital.

The man climbed into the driver's seat, looking at me for a moment. I felt warm under his gaze, and felt my cheeks heat up. He looked away after a while, his expression unreadable as he started his car. "My name is Jimin, I just realized I haven't mentioned that."

I opened my mouth to tell him my name, but as soon as I did a wave of nausea washed over me and I vomited all over myself before blacking out.

*******

My eyes slowly opened, and I was met with the bright lights of what I could only assume was the hospital. My head was pounding, and I closed my eyes tightly again.

"Wake up, Jeon Chaeyoung,"

My eyes snapped open as I immediately recognized the voice as my father's. I turned my head to see him sitting down in the chair beside the bed, anger written all over his face. I looked around for the man from earlier, but he wasn't here. What was his name again?

"Father," my words were slurred, and I looked over to see an IV in my arm. They had probably given me some kind of medicine for my leg. "Let me explain--"

"I already know everything," he cut me off, sighing as he pressed his face into his hands. "We're not going to talk about this now. How do you feel?"

I looked down at my leg, seeing a long trail of stitches. I couldn't feel any pain at the moment so I looked back over at my dad. "I'm okay. It doesn't hurt. But, where did that guy go?"

My father looked behind him, and he seemed shocked that the man who brought me here was no longer there. But, he didn't respond as he got to his feet and pulled out his phone.

As he left the room, I watched as Jungkook came in. He sighed heavily as he glanced down at my stitched leg. "I told you to let me drive you."

"Shut up," I slurred, glaring at him as he sat down on the edge of the bed. He had a faint look of worry behind his eyes but he was trying to play it off. "Are you worried about me?"

"No, I just can't believe how stupid you are," he quickly responded, shaking his head. "Not only did you fall off your bike, you let a stranger bring you to the hospital."

I ignored him, rolling over slowly and closing my eyes again. I didn't know why I was still at the hospital when all I needed was stitches.

Jungkook was still trying to talk to me but I blocked out his annoying voice and drifted back to sleep, that man's face popping back into my head.