Chapter 4

Park Hayoon walked uncertainly through the halls of Park's.

He was curled up, looking at the various people, both men and women, dressed in fine suits and social clothes, all staring at him as he walked towards the CEO's room, with ripped jeans and a not very discreet shirt that he had found in JaeHwa's closet, and squandered an uncreative Iron Man caricature.

It was obvious that he could have chosen any shirt from JaeHwa's closet, but this one was chosen because it reminded him of JaeHwa, even without a brand, fancy face or anything like that. It was just JaeHwa.

He greeted his father's secretary, and he didn't even have to say anything. The woman straightened her nose and gave Park a short smile. She straightened her posture before tapping twice on the dark, well-cared-for wood of the boss's office door, and smiled more, this time entirely intimate as she noticed him sitting on top of her chair.

"Your son, sir." The woman said, in a high-pitched drawl. It even sounded sexy, as far as Park was concerned.

But such a thing was not new. Park knew that relationship well.

"Thank you, Belle." The older one smiled, looking her over before watching her go.

Hayoon rolled her eyes, walked over to the couch in the corner and sat down, quietly, waiting for the scolding she knew she would get.

Even if I still didn't know the purpose.

JoonHo finally looked at him. His face, previously friendly, completely closed.

Hayoon took a deep breath and watched him walk slowly, returning to sit in his chair.

"I assume you already know what this meeting is about."

Hayoon leaned better against the upholstery and crossed her legs.

"I have no idea."

JoonHo again gave him a hard look. It conveyed anger in that alone.

"Don't make a fool of yourself, you insolent one." Park's eyebrows rose in complete surprise. "I asked you to get your act together, but what do you do?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Jeon JaeHwa, it's about him!"

Hayoon's eyes missed popping. A chill rose over her body, her hair standing on end without delay. His eyes stared even more intently into his father's, and for the first time there, he felt fear.

"Won't say anything?" The man sighed, getting up and stopping in front of the table. "Don't you even want to defend yourself or deny it?"

"What would I deny? He's a friend."

"Ah, Hayoon..." The eldest denied. He rubbed his temples a little stiffly. "Where did I go wrong raising you, uh? You're a fucking man, act like one!"

"Did you call me here to offend me?" Hayoon raised her voice. It was all too easy to lose any and all meaning when it came to her family.

"I called you here because of a fucking escort, you idiot!" The man also screamed. His red face scared Park with every new second, but he tried not to show it, even though inside, his mind was screaming: How? How did your father know that?" You embarrass me... I asked so much of you. This being gay thing is too much, but then, what do you do? Sleep with a whore?"

"You don't know what you're talking about!"

"No?" JoonHo approached the smaller body. Park got up quickly and took several steps away, fearing being attacked by the one who, surely, was losing his mind at every new second.

"You don't know JaeHwa, you don't know how good he is!"

"Oh no? So what? Want to tell me yourself?"

Park's eyes filled with tears, but in pure hatred. His fists were clenched, his jaw locked. His blood boiled, and his heart beat faster and faster.

"JaeHwa is a good man." Hayoon said shakily. "You should know since you seem to know too much!" he scolded, swallowing the lump rising in his throat.

"Too good? Do you know who this boy is? Who watches him and who protects him?"

"Nobody protects him." Hayoon approached, filled with an unknown courage. "But I will protect you from everything from then on. I don't care what you think or not."

JoonHo denied, looking at his son with disgust.

"Do you really want to tarnish your family name like that?"

"You guys are too good to let something like that affect anything. Otherwise, your empire would have fallen long ago."

"Don't you feel ashamed?" JoonHo, this time, asked quietly, approaching his son. "Aren't you ashamed of having to pay to have someone by your side?"

"I don't owe you any explanations!"

"Oh no?" A bitter and serious laugh entered the ears of the minor. "If I'm the one who pays for all this filth, of course you owe me satisfaction. It's my money that pays for this wallowing!"

Hayoon shuddered. I wanted to scream, run, punch. But he couldn't, of course. However, her body released its anger, taking the only form it could, and running down her left cheek.

"What the hell!" JoonHo dictated, merely walking away. "Be a man, stop your ridiculous crying!"

"Be a man?" Park wiped the tear that came down brusquely. "What is being a man, then?"

"It certainly isn't paying another man to do a woman's work. I didn't raise a son of a bitch!"

"You created yes!" Hayoon screamed, shaking as her face took on the purest hue of coral. "I'm faggot." used it as his father called it, uttering it with pride, anger. "Whether you like it or not, that won't change!"

The loud cracking sound left on hot skin echoed from every corner of that room.

Hayoon's face, which was now burning brightly, turned, filled with the aggression that had been dealt to her.

He felt even more hatred, but he closed his eyes, trying even harder to control himself.

"That filthy one." the man approached, stopping close to his son's face. nor is he pious, he will hurt anyone, to have him all to himself."

"JaeHwa doesn't have an owner, he's not a fucking piece of meat." He spoke softly, unable to meet the man's gaze in return.

"Ah, yes he is..." JoonHo straightened his posture, taking a deep breath and throwing his straight, dark hair back." And thank your college friend for notifying me of your involvement. That way, you'll be aware that must leave as soon as possible."

Hayoon didn't need more than two seconds to have a glimpse of her ex-boyfriend's hated image on her mind. I should have been suspicious.

"I will not walk away from JaeHwa." she raised her face, which had the obvious mark of her father's fingers, and looked at him, without any fear. "I'm not afraid of you or anyone else. It's my life, and I'll do with it what I want."

"It's not a request, Hayoon. It's an order. You will stop seeing that... boy. This isn't a joke."

"I am not going!" he shouted, tired, lost.

"I have nothing more to talk to you about. I have a headache, please go away."

Hayoon looked at him inertly. He felt heavy, tired. But it was always like that, his parents, and especially his father, exhausted him the first chance he got.

He turned to leave, but before that, he heard the older Park's voice one last time.

"Kim Kang, just save that name."

Hayoon sighed, turning back to look at her father.

"Who is he?" He asked.

JoonHo laughed softly, returning to sit in his huge chair.

"Ask that call boy, he'll be able to tell you."