Let Me Teach You | Park Jimin fanfic

28. Confession

This was the scariest version of YJ yet.

  Taehyung could've stared in extreme horror or so, but he was an amazing actor and absolutely great at masking his emotions. So instead of fear, he showed worry and concern. Mixed with sorrow.

All fake. 

  His morning was one of those cold ones, where he felt alone and falling into an abyss until he was awoken by a jolt on his body. He felt like falling. Squinting his eyes open, he felt his bare body frigid under the sheets, no sign of warmth nearby meaning the other man had already gotten up. He felt his heart clenching by the sensation of solitude, as if held tightly by a fist and wanted to shield himself. His body was so sore and it took great effort to push himself to a sitting position, head dizzy from the change. Once the headache had lowered, he finally stood up on his feet, staggering forward as he wrapped the bedsheets around him. There was also the sick feeling in his mouth as if a bile had formed while he slept. He wanted to feel better.

But it was all so messed up.

  Jaeseong had the grimmest expression he had ever seen. He was on a call, no hint of an emotion. Not even professionalism. No, the man was very much blank and devoid of so much as a single touch of humanity.

This was not normal.

  "Wuh-what happened?" Tae asked when he cut the call. He was suddenly feeling too self aware when he found himself standing before the elder in nothing but the bedsheets, while Jaeseong was fully clothed.

  His expression hardened for a moment, but then nothing. "Get ready in ten." Have walked away leaving behind a confused Taehyung.

  With a black day suit and a white undershirt, they made their way to a place that Taehyung couldn't recognise until they had made it there. It was a church, and seeing that Tae realised what had happened. Why Jaeseong was looking like a sergeant made of steel, why he had been so intimidating to Taehyung today.

Jaeseong's father died.

  And here the boy was, swallowing all that he himself was feeling. Those weird twisted emotions, the clammy hands and churning of his stomach too uneasily, the feeling of his throat held by a fist and life being squeezed the fuck out of him.

  Because Taehyung had access to trust by YJ's father back then, in the form of tea. He had poison in his pocket, like an experiment. And when he had played around, he had actually hit his goal. Now Yoo was dead and Jae didn't have anyone to guide him through. Now it all relied on Jaeseong. It was here now, the time they all had been waiting for.

Waiting for Master Yoo to take over the throne.

Waiting for the informant to pass on info.

The rise and fall of Yoo-Jegug.

It was near.

  "Kim," Jaeseong spoke one word as he got up and left the church after all the steps had been taken of the funeral. Taehyung scrambled to follow behind as they made for the car, the younger opening the door for his boss. Once they both were seated, a strange aura had encompassed the atmosphere. The driver was much like a robot upfront. Jaeseong hadn't shown a single emotion all day. It was true that he was as close to a psychopath as he could get. A fucking case for all he knew. But this was so very unlike him. Jaeseong had never been this quiet, had never not brought up his scheduled meetings, or business ordeals and transactions. He had never been like this. In his expression, there was no authority, no confidence, no smirk or an eye-roll, no gentleness or roughness, no happiness or sadness. This was unlike anything Taehyung had ever seen.