The Assassian's Son

Chapter 3

"What are we gonna do with you?"

I was staring at my hands in my lap, sitting in the passenger's seat of my mom's car. She had to leave work early to come pick me up from school since I passed out.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled for the fifth time. If there was one thing my parents hated, it was having to leave work early. They were all about their money, and making sure we never lost it. "I tried to tell the teacher I wasn't feeling well."

"Your brother is never like this," she completely ignored me, and I chewed on the inside of my cheek. "Learn a thing or two from him. And for the love of God, please wear better clothes. You're embarrassing this family."

I looked down at my torn jeans and plain red shirt and sighed. I turned to look out the window, choosing to ignore anything else my mother had to say.

I was too focused on Jimin. When we had encountered each other that day, I would've never guessed he was still in high school. So what was he doing at my school?

More importantly, what the hell was up with those icy looks he insisted on giving me?

We pulled up to the massive gate in front of our house, my mom rolling down her window and allowing the eye scanner to recognize her eyes. "Welcome home, Mrs. Jeon. Please proceed forward."

The gate unlocked and slowly opened as my mother drove up our driveway.  I arched my eyebrow when I saw Jungkook's car in the garage. "Mom, why is Jungkook home?"

"Something happened at school today," she sighed heavily, grabbing her purse and her phone as she turned the car off. "He sounded scared when he called me, so of course I let him come home."

I wasn't even about to argue with her as we stepped out of the car and walked up the steps to the house. Before we even reached the door, Jungkook yanked it open and immediately rushed over to me. "Chaeyoung, are you okay?!"

His hands were cupping my cheeks and both my mom and I were staring at him with wide eyes. He started checking my arms, mumbling something under his breath. "Sweetie, she's fine. She just passed out, what's the matter?"

Jungkook ignored my mother's question and continued to examine me for a moment. I reached out and grabbed his arm, making him look back up into my eyes. "Hey. What the hell is your problem?"

"There was...a letter in my locker today," he mumbled softly as he clenched one of his hands into a fist. "From him."

No one spoke for a long moment, since we all knew who he was talking about. We didn't like talking about it much, since it was a touchy subject for Jungkook especially.

"I don't understand why you won't let me call the police!" Our mother sighed heavily, running her fingers through her hair in exasperation. "He is harassing you, and has been ever since that girl--"

"Don't," he cut her off through clenched teeth, glaring over at her with daggers in his eyes. She took a step back in shock at his sudden change of emotions. "We agreed to never bring that up again."

"But," I finally spoke up, swallowing hard as Jungkook turned back to meet my eyes. "What does that have to do with me?"

He pursed his lips as he reached into his back pocket, pulling out a crumpled up piece of paper and handing it to me. I smoothed out the paper so I could read it.

Hello, old friend.

It's been a while since we've spoken. How have you been? Probably still the same rich asshole you've always been, and I couldn't care less even if you weren't. I would give anything to watch you lose everything.