Badly Broken

Chapter 14

A/N -  I want to try something to get to know my readers and audience a little better so at the beginning of every chapter I'm going to ask a little question :)

What is your favorite song right now?

Mine is probably 121U by Day6 or Bury Me Low by 8 Graves

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Kai's POV

I was sitting on the edge of my bed intensely staring at the screen of my phone.

Do I open it? Do I not? Maybe I should wait to reply.

I was biting my nails as I looked at a new email notification that had sent my anxiety into overdrive.

It was from Mad Dog, my request to meet with Song Byungjoon had finally been processed.

I hesitantly pressed on the email and was met with a short and straight to the point response,

Hello Furiae, I had used my fight name in the email, afterall, it was technically an illegal organization and I didn't need my information going around, I did hear some rumors that they were trying to go legit though. As per your request to meet with Mr. Song, we have prepared a meeting time. Upon entering, you will be required to go through a security check which involves a weapons search. Due to Mr. Song's busy schedule, his only opening is today, Saturday, at 3:00pm. If you cannot attend please let us know ASAP so your meeting can be rescheduled some time next month or whenever Mr. Song's schedule allows. The location is at our headquarters, located at 3725 Huntington Street, Evenglade CA. When you arrive please go to the front desk and tell the receptionist your name, you will receive further instructions from there. Mr. Song looks forward to finally meeting the winner of Triple O. -Mad Dog

Damn, today? That's so fast.

I immediately replied letting them know I would be there. My mind was a mess with so many thoughts swirling around.

What questions should I ask Song Byungjoon?

How should I phrase it?

What if he's helping my dad hide?

What if he acts hostile towards me?

Would he be willing to help me? He has no reason to.

What if he doesn't even know where my dad is?

I began to pace back and forth in my small room, repeatedly walking the short length from my desk to the door of my bathroom.

What should I wear? Should I change?

Maybe a suit, I should be professional, right?

Wait, no. A suit would be too much.

I paused in front of the mirror and looked at what I had on. I think it is acceptable enough, I mean it's not like I'm interviewing for a job or anything. I scanned at myself from head to toe. Yes, this was a-okay for the occasion. I had on tight black skinny jeans, and if I do say so myself, damnnnn my thighs are thicc, and a light, pastel blue collared shirt over a plain white tee that was tucked into my pants.

I combed my hands through my hair, moving and styling the straight black stands so they were slightly out of my eyes and away from my face, allowing my hazel eyes to show.

I took an extra second to admire myself in the mirror, and if I do say so myself, I'm fucking hot.

I sat back down on my bed, satisfied with how I looked, and pulled up Jack's contact on my phone to see if he could give me a ride.