𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐎 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄
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"my, my, what do we do now that we have no one to ask for money?"
"looks like this kid will now inherit his father's broken throne starting from now on."
"oh, in such a young age!"
"tsk, i heard his grandparents only agreed to have marriage of his parents for only family background."
"why are we even here in the first place when we don't have him alive anymore?"
"hey, isn't it true that his mom left them with another man? that omega didn't even wait for her husband's funeral!"
"what's this young man going to do in a broke clan since his mother took most of the money?"
"poor child doesn't know anything!"
age of 17, namjoon who is an alpha, now infront of his father's coffin while countless nasty murmurs continue to surround him. he stay in that position, looking down below as usual in his depressed state. alot has been in his mind, one of them are flashbacks.
the happy moments when he was just innocent, and pure. having fun with his family.. but they were only wearing a mask to hide their true self.
before his father pass away, his father confess that; "namjoon-ah, i'm sorry. i already know your eomma is having a secret affair. why did i let her? she is twisted beyond repair."
what he meant about his wife was her having suicidal and murder thoughts, so they made a deal to avoid that. the more he knows, the longer his childhood life is falling apart.
the time before she left with no single trace of her, she let him see her messed up face one last time. she was crying out loud; "your appa only focuses on others! i knew marrying him only makes me suffer every single day in this house! i feel e-empty, and i.. i can't take this anymore, joonie-ah."
namjoon stood up, and look up the gloomy sky as he close his eyes. the murmurs stopped. the wind whispering onto his ears. he mumbles, "both of you two are in fault for not fixing the problem as responsible adults." you both should've beg for my forgiveness before leaving your creation (me).
"namjoon-nim, i'm getting weak." the aged man was kneeling infront of the wooden door of the called young man's bedroom. namjoon was sitting, his elbow resting in his knee. he is facing the only art that mostly covering his wall, it was a painting of a family. the brush used are dark to darker shades which makes it look eerie, bought it from japan. it looks more strangely animated if you stare at it longer. the aged man keeps his head down as a sign of respect, "i brought my only son to replace my position, please consider it."
namjoon is smoking with the traditional smoking pipe, filling his room with smoke. he hums, and massage his forehead. his hanbok was on his shoulders, his father's gift for his 21st birthday. he says, "i told you many times that you have no longer business here since my old man is gone, did i not?"
yes, the aged man was his father's right hand man. as a loyal and promising man, he stays with his old boss' son till he grow up, see him inheriting the clan. the aged man grip his suit, "i'm sorry, namjoon-nim. i want to see how you grow since your father left you with my care here."
namjoon was amused at that sentence, "i'm now at the age of being an adult, you oger." he drops his hanbok, and slides his door open to see the man still in his knees. he lend a hand and smirk, "give me your son, and you may take your rest now."
the aged man was caught off guard, but then smile and accept the hand to get up. he grunts, "my legs hurts, ah- i'm really old."
"i love you, but.. you're too much. i'm sorry oppa, we should break up." the girl with puffy cheeks, wipe her reddish eyes that continuously keeps having tears. namjoon stood there with darken face. the girl was his first lover, he kept her since she doesn't wanna go home to her parents. yes, they did it many times.
now why would she say that? namjoon doesn't let her go out on her own ever since she moved in with him. he doesn't want to let the girl out of his sight, not even one tiny bit. the poor girl only experienced with him is being locked in this empty-looking traditional house. she missed her parents; she regretted not going home. with an unreadable face, "get out."
"..eh?" that stopped her sobs. she carefully looks up, and her eyes widen when she saw him eyeing her with piercingly cold eyes, giving off heavy pheromones that causes her to shake from fear. the air suddenly feels tight. she stutterly calls, "namjoon-oppa?"
he grabs her wrist, and aggressively drags her out of the house. the young fellow who keeps hearing the lovers quarrel these past days, quickly follows his boss. he called, "na'namjoon-nim!" before he could stop the called boss, he already threw her out in the cold ground. in darken face with pure disgust, "don't ever call my name nor show yourself infront of me, ungrateful skank."
he then closes the gate shut, and was greeted by a worried man of his. he was gonna go to the gate since his master always do this to her, but this time it was not at the house, it was outside the gate. namjoon block his way with his extended arm, in pressed voice he says, "your job is to take care of me, not the personal business relations i have.. hoseok."
hoseok was taken aback. he just lower his head and nod. he stutterly agrees, "ye-yes." he can feel the alpha's pheromones. it wasn't the usual dull one, it was mixed of hatred and heavy ice. if only wolf verse still exist, namjoon will be the winter wolf. but of course, that was only an urban legend.
started since that cold-loomy night, namjoon continuously having girls that possibly, hopefully gonna fill the gap inside of him.
"oppa, let's go to karaoke with my friends!"
"let's go together.. just the two of us."
"you're too rough with me. let's break up, goodbye."
"huh, wait- !"
"even though i already told you that i'm only with you because my husband was away.. really, namjoon?"
"but you love me."
"please, stop tracking my daughter. she needs time for herself, friends, and our family!"
"don't wanna..."
"breaking news! teenage girl with bruises and scars around her body was found dead at the alleyway-"
"she ran away from me, how dare- why?"
his gap continue to get wider, it was making him insane. what a hollow.. countless flashbacks going on in his head to the point it's beginning to ache, he frustratingly scratch his head. he grits his teeth, and just continue to smoke. he grunts, "fuck, they're all the same."
hoseok slowly opens the door, he is greeted by the smoke around the room with the growls of the alpha whose letting out his pheromones aggressively. hoseok was being choked internally, it's making him hard to breathe. he took a quick glance, he saw namjoon usually facing the painting with his hanbok on his shoulders. he then fake a cough to fix himself, and try his best to read the schedule in his flatboard's papers, reading it clearly for namjoon as possible, "mr. lee has been asking for his cash and ask to meet at 11am with another connections. then, there's a meeting to the yaoboru clan-"
"there's gotta be a way." namjoon said to himself without realizing that hoseok was there, who heard it. hoseok slowly puts down the flatboard, and hide it behind his back with both of his hands. he suggest with a smile, "why not keep your head cool down, and waste your time on gambling for now?"
true, after all he have cash enough to play, and his dad left a debt to their connections. such a foolish father, too generous to let him live longer. god must've chosen him as a guardian angel because of that. namjoon click his tongue and just wash his face with his palm. he grins devilishly, "looks like i'll be taking back the things you've given to them, old man."
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MR. KIM (A) namjoon's father
• old-fashioned, had a taste for traditional concept and antique stuff, generous, bad at praises and receiving compliments, enjoys being helpful, died from cancer, enjoys gamble, stubborn
MR. JUNG (B) hoseok's father
• composed, supportive, strict with work, could get worrisome just like his omega wife, loyal comrade of namjoon's father, now in his 60's, currently living with his wife while hoseok do the job of his