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It was half-past two in the afternoon when Jeno found himself in the meeting room, standing beside his father as they waited for their client to arrive who was rather characteristically late, like he had all the time in the world. Jeno wasn't exactly the most patient person and their client's tardiness began making him think that he would definitely have fun killing him.

When the client finally arrived, he did so swaggering like he hadn't just been late and dressed up in a glitzy purple tuxedo and silk shirt with a velvet tie. He would be handsome if he didn't have an annoying sloppy smile plastered on his face as well as a pair of ridiculous shades perched on his nose.

He was swamped by three burly looking men and Jeno inwardly sneered at how much the man was looking down on them.

"Well, well, you were here already, Mr. Lee!" the business man called out in an airy voice. "I'm sorry I arrived late, but I'm glad we could meet today."

Jeno's father gave a thin-lipped smile. "Somehow, you don't sound very apologetic, Choi," he said calmly. "But well, we should get on with the proceedings."

"Are you sure we should talk about business when a kid is around?" The man, Choi, gave a condescending look over the top of his shades and Jeno internally rolled his eyes. "I mean, not to sound rude, son, but this is adult business."

"You don't need to worry about Jeno. He is of legal age as well as my heir," Jeno's father said easily. "I brought him along because he should learn about the proceedings and whatnot, too."

"Oh well, alright then. It's actually a good thing you brought your heir along," Choi called out cheerily and Jeno couldn't help but notice the double meaning in that sentence. "Now shall we begin?"

One of Choi's men held out sheets of papers towards Mr. Lee but Jeno's sharp eyes caught the metallic glint in the man's other hand before his father could reach out for the papers.

He immediately stepped forward and gripped the man's wrist, knocking off all the papers in the process. Then he gave a sharp methodical twist and the man howled in pain as Jeno effortlessly sprained his wrist.

Hissing and furious, the man swung the hand which contained the foldable knife towards Jeno who narrowly dodged it while still holding onto the wrist, and then bent forward to get a good position and threw the hulking man like a bag of rice over his shoulder.

Before the man could even process what had just happened, Jeno stabbed him through the chest using the man's own knife.

"And I forgot to mention it in the introduction," Jeno's father went on in the calmest voice like someone hadn't just died in front of him while Choi and his men stared at the scene, bug-eyed. "But my son is also one of the best assassins I have raised."

Jeno stood up just then, wiping the blood off from his face and then turned to face the rest of the men who were eyeing him warily and hesitating about whether to attack him or not.

Then Choi stumbled and made a dash for the door but Jeno was quicker and threw one of the knives he always kept hidden up his sleeve at the man's calve. It pierced the soft flesh and Choi went down screaming in agony.

That was when the remaining two men attacked.

The two men were burly and strong but Jeno was faster than them. He dodged their swinging arms with a litheness akin to that of a monkey avoiding swaying branches. Jeno attacked with his knife with viper-like accuracy every time one of the men swung.

One man received a stab straight to the kidney when he aimed for Jeno's head which resulted in Jeno effectively avoiding it and landing a successful blow with a swift swing of his own hand to the man's side.

Another got decimated with multiple stabs -- first on his upper-arm to disarm him, on his shoulder blade and finally two on his neck that ultimately killed him.

Before long the two men lay in a heap, and Jeno stood barely out of breath, flicking the excess blood off his blade.

"Well, now," his father spoke in a mildly amused voice. "You took care of it all. You've gotten better, Jeno."

A praise from his father gave him mixed feelings.

Jeno was aware of how much of a dirt-bag his father was and that the man didn't care an ounce for the well-being of his own son. Jeno hated him to the moon and back.

But that didn't stop his heart from giving a pleasurable jump when hearing his father's words.

He was disgusted with himself.

He only got distracted when he heard a whimper and saw that Choi was still alive, with an injured leg and trying to desperately crawl towards the door... but to no avail. Jeno took a step towards the man but his father stopped him.

"I'll take care of this one," his voice was cold, sadistic and Jeno could predict straight away what would come next.

He watched warily as his father sauntered towards the whimpering man and then took hold of a fistful of his hair and pulled his head up, ignoring his cries and pleas for mercy.

"You already own a huge company, bigger than mine even, and yet you were foolish enough to covet what I had. Do you think I'm an idiot, Mr. Choi?" he sneered, yanking the other's head back for good measure. "Well, what a pity that you walked yourself into the wolf's trap. Now watch me while I make everything you own mine!"

And always one for dramatic bloodshed, he dug a knife into Choi's back in a painfully slow pace, pushing it in deeper and deeper. He drew the blade out and then drove it back in with more vigor, repeating the action several more times with a manic grin on his face until Choi's body hung limp in his hands.

Jeno was used to blood, and yet even he flinched seeing his mad father's theatrics. 

So engrossed in his repulsion as he watched his father kill, he didn't realize the bloodied figure that got up staggeringly behind him and raised an armed hand until it was a little too late.

Feeling an uncomfortable sense, he'd whipped around to see the hunkering form loom before him snarling and driving his blade forward, aimed to kill, before a very familiar whistling sounded in the air.

The man's figure stilled and then fell forward.

Jeno had to hurriedly side step so that the body didn't fall on top of him. Once the man's body lay on the ground, Jeno saw the bullet wound in his head and his thoughts instantly shot towards the man who was still hidden up in the vents.

He had forgotten that Jaemin was still there in the room.

"So, the runt acted after all," Jeno's father grunted. "I was gonna fail him for this mission but since he's managed to kill at least one guy, he has narrowly passed it."

Jaemin.

Jeno paid no heed to his father's words and watched the air-vents with narrowed eyes. He only half-heard his father mutter something about him getting "the runt" and then hurrying to where their car was waiting before exiting the room.

Once the older man was out, Jeno rapidly made for the table and put a chair on top of it before quickly climbing up and opening the cover of the vent. He was met with the chalk-white, traumatized face of Jaemin.

"Come on. It's all over," he muttered quietly. "Time to go back."

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Tuesday, May 19, 2020

Poor Jaemin! He had to kill someone, even if he didn't want to.

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