Chapter 20

                                    

                                          
Seeun POV
Barely two hours later, I'm out of my car and storming down the parking lot to the hospital.
Where that piece of shit was hiding.
I was determined to make him loose the same amount of blood my brother lost. I had to donate a bag of blood for him before I left home and that guy must pay.
The fucker is acting like the victim, he seemed to have forgotten the fact that I'm the heir of the Park Mafia.
Seeing the damage he caused, made me feel rage.
I just stood up, pulled Jinsik from my side where he clinged unto me trying to comfort me. I left after telling him to stay there and call me if anything happened.
I got to the reception and prepared myself to act or even cry if needed.
Thankfully I didn't need to, the nurse on duty recognized me from the last time I came to see the bastard, when he broke his leg. 
She told me his room number and my feet moved at a rapid pace not caring if people were looking at me.
I took the elevator to the top floor for VIPs and quickly located his room. I walked in and swiftly locked the door behind me. 
He spots me walking towards him and his eyes widen in shock. He scrambled up from the bed, kneeling on it as he tried to run but wasn't fast enough. 
I got in front of him, grabbed him by his hospital gown and threw him to the ground. His death is near.
I sat over him and pounded my fists into his face. Over and over again until I got tired of doing so. He kept screaming and trying to push me off but fails miserably.
His face was covered in his blood and it made my anger reduce a little. 
"This is just a taste, it's not enough revenge for my brother who suffered in your hands" I laughed like a madman and he cried like the pathetic fool he is, with blood spilling out of his mouth.
"You. Deserve. More. Pain". I stated through my fists.
He groaned while sobbing, snot falling from his nose (seems to be his thing).
He passed out.
The weak bitch passed out from a minor beating and I was nowhere done with him.
I pulled a chair to the middle of the room and picked him up. I tied him to the chair using cut up bed sheets, I thanked the heavens I always carry a knife around.
I picked up a water bottle and emptied the contents on his head and his eyes flickered open and he struggled to breathe and being the good friend I am, I patted his back to help with his airflow.
I threw him another punch to his stomach, smirking as I heard a crack. I watched the fool sob.
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I had my fun for a while, being with my dad definitely taught me a few tricks in the art of torture. I admit, I was pretty good at it, that's probably why I'm his favourite son.
I walked back from the window and sneered at him in disgust. He looked barely alive.
I did a pretty good job on his face, everything was swollen, broken nose, jaw, hands and ribs, I made sure to break the fingers that touched my hyung. 
I don't care about him, he needs to be taught a lesson. Can't believe the asshole was my friend.
I stopped in front of him and he looked scared as fuck, he couldn't even meet my eyes.
"Look at me".
He looked up with his eyes that were almost swollen shut and I couldn't help but laugh. I mean Jaewook is a pretty handsome guy, so seeing him all bruised up like that was amusing.
"What should I do with you?, Do I kill you or spare you?" I taunted in a singsong voice.
"No no please, I won't do it again" he pleaded and I could barely hear him because of his missing teeth.
"You definitely won't, I'm sure. Dead men don't walk or sin".
"No.. please, no one will know what happened, I'll take it to the grave, just please. Don't kill me" he cried.
"Erase all traces of me being here and be a good boy okay?" I cooed and he nodded frantically.
My phone started to ring and I pulled it out of my pocket while walking out of the room.
"Yes Jinsik, is he okay?" 
He just yelled into the phone making me pull it off my ear.
"Slow down, what's happening?" I shouted in frustration.
"It's Junmin" he choked on his tears.
"Go on?" I tried.
"He went into shock and is in a coma".
"What?, What happened? How?" 
My eyes went wide as I came to a halt hearing the most ridiculous and unbelievable thing I've ever heard.
"He's not my what?".

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