❝ crawling in my skin these wounds, they will not heal❞
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"Who the fuck is he?" Mr. Kim questions his son about Namjoon who has entered the room as he is holding a piece of paper in his right hand. "What the fuck does he want?"
Namjoon gulps, and mutters under his breath, "Who is this guy?"
"Did you say something, boy?" Slowly, Mr. Kim walks up to Namjoon.
"Leave him alone, father." Seokjin says, and when Namjoon hears him calling the man who is walking towards him is Seokjin's father, he takes a step backwards.
"Who are you?" Mr. Kim stands in front of Namjoon, and eyes him from head to toe, carefully, in order to see whether he knows the young man or not. "I have never seen you around my son."
"I— well, I am his— I'm his friend, sir." Namjoon decides to shake hands with him, but Mr. Kim pushes his hand away.
"Get out of here," Mr. Kim says, and turns around, his back facing Namjoon. "Are you deaf?" Angrily, he questions when he notices that Namjoon is still standing in his spot. "I said get out of here."
"Father—"
"Shut up, Seokjin, I am not talking to you." Mr. Kim cuts his son off.
"Sir, I'm here to talk to your son," Avoiding Mr. Kim, Namjoon walks up to Seokjin, slowly, in order to give him the piece of paper he has been holding in his hand. "This is for you." Namjoon winks at Seokjin when he makes sure that Mr. Kim is not watching them, and gives him the piece of paper.
Quickly, he turns around in order to run towards the door, and leave them alone, but he freezes in his spot when Mr. Kim shouts, "I do not want to see you around my son again, understood?"
Silence.
Silence is the best word that can describe the current situation.
"Father, do you even know what you are talking about?" Angrily, Seokjin shouts as he has both of his hands clenched into fists. "You can not tell me what to do and what not to do," He continues. "I can see anyone I want."
Still, Namjoon prefers silence.
"Now, get the fuck out of here." Mr. Kim says to Namjoon, avoiding what his son has told him, earlier.
The young man slams the door shut, and leaves there, angrily.
"What is wrong with you?" Seokjin questions as he has both of his eyes filled with water, probably he is about to cry because of not being capable to do anything. "Why don't you leave me alone?"
"I wanted to talk to my son in private," His father answers, and lets out a deep breath. "Face to face."
"What do you want?" Seokjin is not happy with helping his father to get what he wants, but if he really wants to keep his father out of his life for a short time, he needs to help him to acheive his goal.
"I want Jung Hoseok dead."
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author's note i know, i know— mr. kim is insane, but he loves his wife so much. when love turns into anger, it becomes unstoppable.
