DEADLOCKED

LOYALTY

In the back seat of the car, wind blows past my face as I listen to music. My chaperone stops at a red light, always ready to go. His fingers drum against the wheel while the repetitive choruses on the radio start to annoy me. 

"Hey drummer boy, can you turn that shit down?" I tell him, my eyebrows coming together.

I hear him snort from the front seat. "Jungkook, you're lucky your father is fucking paying me, shut the fuck up." He retorted.

I snicker, the sly sound reverberating through the air in the small space. If he were anybody else they would have never said that to me. My shoe slams against the back of the seat instantly.

"Right, at least I can get laid." Of course, I was the type of guy to be overly obsessed with my looks. Women flocked to me like birds; what? it's a valuable asset in this world.

I catch him roll his eyes through the mirror. He's probably cursing me out in his head at the moment. There's rap music blasting from the car behind us, trash littering the sidewalk in front of a store, and people with signs begging for money.

A loud ambulance zooms past us and he pulls aside. I look out the window, a large plot of land surrounded by black gates encompassing my view.

I go into deep thought, thinking about a life where everything is more simpler than the one I'm living in now. Then instinctively, I sense a shadow of someone walking by.

A woman briskly walks into view, and I eventually notice a trio of men behind the tall gates. They were dressed in black despite the hot weather, and poised very discreetly.

They seemed to be talking to a shorter man whose expression looked wary. Tilting my head, I managed to get a better glance at the men before my Chaperone drove off.

As we made our way to my father's house, my gut told me there was something wrong going on today, and I had a sure feeling I didn't like who it had to deal with. I just hope I'm never near that group of people.

*****

The mansion zooms into view with me rolling my eyes at the idea of being "grateful" that my father has a lot of money. I can't stand when people gush about how great my father is, because he's not.

Mr. Deed, my Chaperone, passes the security and parks in the driveway. I reluctantly hopped out the whip, dreading what's next. I know I'll be in for it this time.

"Come on kiddo, might as well get this over with." Mr. Deed beckons with a look of pity.

We walk through the decorated hallway full of paintings and exquisite arts. It definitely made the house seem more inviting, but that was completely different from the personality of the people in it.

I sigh, hearing my father nearby screaming at someone. Poor guy, whoever was at the hands of such rage.

"Now what the fuck are you doing here so late?" He yells at me as soon as I enter the entertainment room. Spit could be seen visibly flying out his gums. 

"It wasn't my fault it was-"

I pause, watching him heat up and get more angry. He probably believed I was coming up with another "pathetic" excuse.

I sighed, really not in the mood for this.

"Mr. Jeon, he was on time. There was an ambulance that got our hold up." Mr. Deed explains to him in a calm, disciplined manner. He seems to always know how to talk to him, unlike me unfortunately. 

But in the matter of seconds my father's features swelled down only to flare up again. Like a child having a tantrum, he refocuses his attention as he motions a finger at me.