Seokjin

Collateral damage.

But it had to be done.

"We are truly sorry for your loss, Seokjin. I pray Mr. Kim is in a good place now."

I've been hearing words similar to these since the crack of dawn, ever since the news of my father's death made the rounds in every press release and news channel.

Heart attack, is what they said.

But I know better.

"Thankyou." I say, politely to the faceless man on front of me. He must be one of my father's old colleagues.

He pats me on the shoulder, sympathy oozing from his touch.

I don't even fucking care.

The whole place is drowning in ceaseless chatters and whispers. They don't know what to really gossip about-my father's untimely departure or his not-so-hidden sexcapades.

I can't beleive I'm using that word.

Pity is all I smell here. Its stench is so blinding, warped and disgusting.

For a moment, I feel so nauseated that the possibility of gunning each and every person here crossed my mind briefly. The thought of having their blood on my hands calmed me then.

That's something I will never be proud of, anyway.

I need a fucking cigarette.

All of a sudden, I felt a presence standing beside me.

Hoseok.

"What?" I was in no mood for him now.

"It's Bae Joohyun."

I turned my head towards him. My face was dispassionate. I didn't have the energy to muster anything close to an iota of expressing myself.

What's with her now?

"What about her?

"Her book signing event is today."

"When?"

"This afternoon. At three."

"Fine."

"You sure you wanna go?" He was showing concern.

Cute.

"Of course." My knuckles were itching from the wounds I inflicted on them a few days ago. It was becoming a new pain.

Along with Joohyun.

Both needed to be curbed.

"After all, I have loads of unfinished business with her."