Chapter 8
Jamie stares at the man who enters the room. The sharp gaze almost renders him shiver, though the aloofness of their relationship prepared him to endure the heavy aura coming from the man.
"Good day father." Jamie greeted like the old Jamie used to say when they met.
"Kim Min Jamie. You changed." He said instead, that his eyes were too murky and that Jamie has a hard time reading.
"Yes, father. I need to." He hinted, still meeting his father's eyes, not caring at the frigid atmosphere between them.
"Did you know why I called you here?" He asked, his tone is serious but Jamie's sharpness could feel the humor in it. Like he was being contested.
"I apologize, father, something happened a month ago that... I'm afraid I need to hide and change myself... For my safety." He said not blinking an eye. No lies will be read to his eyes or expression but Jamie made sure that there was a hint of fear in his voice while saying those words.
"Who dares to challenge a Kim?" His tune is cold as stone. Not liking the idea of someone, even a useless person like him cowering to a threat.
"I'm afraid I almost died that day, father. Someone almost killed me that time and while big brother found me late... I still manage to get away." He dramatically sighs, eyes shifting to terrified while acting like he was recollecting a bad memory.
"Joon never talked about a threat." His father said, raising his brow and smirking.
Jamie feels the annoying scenario. The bastard thought he was lying.
"Joon hyung didn't notice it? I thought he was good with this kind of thing..." Jamie stops suggestively, clearly mocking his brother but he was the only person who knows that.
"I let someone investigate." His father said in a dismissive voice.
"Thank you, father." He bows while sighing in relief.
Jamie closes the door when his father lets him go without any further questions. Now he was positive that the old Kim doesn't really care about Jamie, not pushing him and letting him do what he likes, he wasn't the valuable son, and Jamie likes it too much. He cannot fight a King... Yet.
Now that he was home, Jamie tried to go to his room. He likes that the place is big so much that he never saw people unless they were being called. He wanted to change into a comfortable pajama or sweatpants on his way to his room but changed his mind when he opened it.
The place rather looks different (not wanting to diss the owner of the body yet he almost did.) The wallpaper is color cream, too dull, and only has a double-size bed. The cabinet is small and has one pillow and a small blanket. Fuck. The room is spacious but not used. His wardrobe is crazy pathetic with few clothes stalls in it.
He smiles, a vicious smile he uses when his friend or family offended his brat self. No one... No fucking one pissed him off than he was feeling right now. Who the fuck will sleep here? The narcissist soul inside him is screaming that he feels violated. He knew he was red from rage. No, he was beyond that! His room! His fucking room looks like this? No! He needs someone to remodel this in three days or else the itching inside of him will come out and he will destroy everyone. Everything that lay his eyes on. Fucking right now.
He went to the intercom. Dialing the main butler and closing his arms while waiting. He wanted to scream but he held it. The way he held it is plausible because as Gongyun, hell will be raised to calm him down.
"Young master Jamie." The butler who wears a dark suit is in front of him and greeted him with a poker face.
"It won't be long but I want you to throw every single thing in this damn room! Burn everything" He said clenching his teeth while the butler is looking at him now in awe.
"I wanted to change everything! This place is so hideous. How dare somebody design this fucking place. Bring me an interior designer in less than five minutes. I will remodel my room and I fucking want it right now. I'll be in the living room. Make it quick." He rolled his eyes and didn't wait for his response. He quickly walked away, still fury hovering over his well-being.
End of chapter 8.