The Puppet Show

Prologue

Eyes trailing upon the newspaper headlines, Kim Heechul sipped his newly brewed black coffee, its warmth spreading down towards his throat. Nothing but a sweet taste of victory, for an old man like him.

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A Match Made in Heaven: Kim Jongin and Jung Krystal

Actress/Model Jung Krystal attended the press conference together with her husband Kim Jongin to show her support for her husband's candidacy. Kim Jongin filed his certificate of candidacy last July and formally announced his intention to take the seat last night. Kim Jongin stated that Krystal was his pillar of support and without her, him, filing for the seat will not be possible.

The owner of K. H Ent.[1] was also present in the same event, Kim Heechul, the father of the candidate, showed his support for his son's candidacy and playfully said "I wanted him to be a fashion model— but the kind of model he's aiming for isn't bad either"

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Everything is in its rightful place; the media, the people and most especially the news.

Jongin, his son, was a handful person to handle. You hold him tight and he'll bite, hold him loose and he'll escape. Heechul gave him everything he wanted, he even gave him more than what he wanted, but that ungrateful child does not have an ounce of gratefulness for his poor old father.

Just the night before, Jongin had announced his intention for the seat as an assemblyman. And just as Heechul predicted, Jongin made it on the newspapers.

No kidding, but Heechul spent millions just to keep his son's reputation clean. And mind you, Jongin is a dirty kid. He made sure he tainted his name, you know, just to get even with his father. Too bad for him, his father knew how to control people. Jongin's name remained pure.

Heechul chuckled, tossing the newspaper back to the table and continued to sip his coffee. His son is too young to go against him. Too naïve to get even with his father.

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"I'll do whatever I want and I will not marry that girl!" Jongin slammed his fist against the table. His father did not answer, instead, he slid a brown envelope towards Jongin and gestured that he open it.

Stupid old man was even smiling which irked Jongin.

Upon opening the envelope, he saw a copy of his beloved's birth certificate. His hands were trembling as he went through all the other documents contained in the envelope.

"You're smart enough to figure out where I am going, right?" Heechul finally spoke, clipping his long brown hair upon his ears.

"How can you do this to me?" Jongin voice was cracking and his eyes were clouded with tears, but even so, he crumpled envelope and threw it to his father.

"Wow, the amount of respect you give me is astounding" Heechul chucked, slowly walking closer towards Jongin.

"Don't come near me you monster" Jongin took a step back. He could not bring himself to look straight to his father's eyes.

This is not his father. This is nothing but a selfish old monster that ate his father little by little.

"You love him don't you?" Heechul prompted as he sat upon his table and played with a plastic rose he decorated on top of his table. He knew he had Jongin in the palm of his hands.