The Exchange

Chapter 6

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"Jungkook, you should be more careful, those criminals target people like you." 

Those words came from Hyung still lingering in my mind, I walked pass by. One of our agents seelin one of our units, they refused to buy one of the units because of the danger throughout the place. Even our best agent did not reach sales for the past few months, if this keeps going, the place will shut down. This place is the only heritage by our grandparents. Sad, thought, this led to the attack of those creatures of the night. I searched for the reference of the Dhampir which Seokjin mentioned according to his identity. According to my research in wiki (Which my one of the reference)

In Balkans folklore, dhampirs (sometimes spelled dhampyres, dhampirs, or dhampirs) are creatures that are the result of a union between a vampire and a human. This union was usually between male vampires and female humans, with stories of female vampires mating with male humans being rare. 

I read his letter and focused on the word 'Father' . He had a father, which was so urgent to leave, that led to him as one of the important people or to being him in a hurry. 

If Seokjin is a Dhampir, his father is a vampire then his mother is human,however, he didn't say his mother is still alive. On top of it, how does he knows, i was attacked by those creatures?

I snapped my line of thought; I turned my head to my phone and saw the person, I didn't want to talk. He called me a few times. I sigh and pick my phone still glancing at his name. It stopped vibrating; he sent a notification. 

Beloved Namjoon Hyungie

Jungkook met me at my office, I know you're busy. I want you to do something. Please come.

I groan and scratch my head vigorously. I try hard but nothing happens. 

I groan again and look above, see one of the agents. He's face down and shiver, saying biting his lower lips. 

"Jun-ki, how can I help you and where's Chin, he's with you all the time." I noticed both of my agents were together and competed with each other for great sales. 

"Sir, that's why we're here." Fidgeting his finger and snorting in tears. " He was in the hospital last night and…” His loud sob covering the room and my heart shattered into pieces of sadness seeing other people's sadness and this bad luck still lingering on me. 

"Jun-ki, I understand why you should take a day-off and― " The agent handed me an envelope; I didn't hesitate to read since, I already knew, a resignation letter. I defeated sigh and had no other choice but to accept his letter. 

"I apologies Mr. Min, you and your brother are the nicest and generous heads we're even handling but, in this situation. We consider our safety and also our family," I pat his shoulder. 

"I know, here," I handed him his last payment. "At least this would be helped while you're unemployed." The agent smiles and bow in respect, leaving a slump down my shoulder. I look at my watch and walk towards Yoongi Hyung's office, as I reach his door. I heard a well-know murmur sound behind. 

"Many agents resign and some of our clients back-out and leave the place, if this keeps happening our heritage will be sold to the bank." 

I can imagine this situation placing more burden on Yoongi Hyung, he's the elder and the heir of this place. I got sad about this news. I walked past and sent a message to Yoongi Hyung. I'm going to meet Namjoon Hyung.

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"You come, I have something to show you," He sheeply smile, walking back on. Namjoon giggles as he opens the white cover and reveals a white smooth marble. "What do you think?" I am awed by the softness reminding someone in my head. 

'Seokjin,' I said in my mind, his pale cold skin skin to touch; flat perfect hourglass curve waist. I merely forgot about him. I smile; everytime i remicing our moment, he agrees on our Exchange which I lead him to my blood exchange of being with me. 

"Jungkook," I snapped my thought as I saw Namjoon Hyung with a bottle of wine in his both hands. "This is for you!" He handed in front; I frowned in confusion. 

"Why are you giving this. I supposedly gave you a gift, not me." I announced; still my glance down to the wine. "Well, this came from my father, he was glad that Jimin and I already met each other." I laughed on his statement. He offered a seat on one of the most luxurious places on the Kims heritage.I could say, the Kim is one of the most influential and most powerful families in the whole world. Their business and heritage fascinate many individuals for almost a century. 

"So, how your father?" I asked, Namjoon' father is one of the most influential people in the world. Many politicians and celebrities want to be part of it; no wonder Park celebrated like a feast when Jimin announced their marriage. 

"Still, the same." He smiled and replied the same. My brow knitted and took one of the magazines where Namjoon’ father was on the cover. 

“Hyung, how old is your father?” I looked at his face, I could tell he was sweating nervously finding a way to answer my question. 

“He’s kinda old but you know my father, he still strong and young -looking similar to a baby face.” He jokingly awkwardly and still sweated, his eyes walking back and forth. “Ah… Jungkook, Did you have any inspiration or latest work. If not, I’m planning to give you this marble as one of your art.” 

“I would love to,” 

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“Jungkook, about the Min lands. My father and I decided to hire bodyguards all over the place for the tenants and workers safety.” I sigh, following the swirl of the coffee on my cup. My mind or consciousness flying out of thought and thinking about my misery and broken heart towards the person in front of him who is going to marry my best friend, still, feeling hurt too bad that i could have drunk in the park. All those years, I show the obvious, still, ignore my feelings. 

“You don’t have to do that for pity.” I blurted out and instantly covered my mouth.

“What?” Namjoon's eyes widened, I cannot believe he could hear me. I attempt to stay calm and focused.

“Nothing, Hyung. I mean you have a great idea, maybe, you should ask Yoongi Hyung about that.” He nodded.

“Jungkook, can I ask something?” I blinked and snapped my senses on his question.

“Sure, Hyung,” I immediately answered. 

“Where did you get your mark on your neck?”

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