Taesan's POV
"Grandma, hide!"
I burst out of the room and slam the door behind me with enough force to shake the house.
Fuck.
FUCK!
Jaemin's screaming has stopped but my paranoia is off the fucking roof.
I can hear my own heated blood rushing in my ear.
My movements are jerky from lack of sleep as I stagger down the porch, teeth bared, vision blurred and gun raised.
"Look at you, your grandfather's son" the man standing by my car says.
It's Shin Yechan in the flesh. He's dressed simply. He looks like every other office worker who is the father of two responsible kids.
Isn't it fucking laughable?
The man is holding Jaemin by his hair. The omega is on his knees as he pants, trying to set himself free.
Yechan isn't putting effort in holding Jaemin down. The noise of his gun being shot was at my car.
There are three bullet made-dents on the side of my car.
"How dare you?" I ask, voice low and body heavy from working out too hard this morning.
