Jaehyun's POV
One, two, three.
The ticking bomb in my head goes off with the countdown and my body tenses up, going into a state of fury.
One that I haven't experienced in a very long time, one that has been revived by the ghost from my past.
Frustrated and helpless Jaehyun in the middle of his own home where all the power belongs to him, crying for help in the very place he should be prince.
"Come out!" I shout at the top of my lungs with rage burning inside me, the same acid I am trying not to spill all over Taeho is bubbling up, threatening to burn every last one of those old assholes who think my life is a chess board piece.
My parents have never forced anything on me, how dare they think they can have a say over a matter so delicate in my life?
"Jaehyun!" Taeho calls my name to silence me and I only lunge towards the door with even more angry determination.
I will make sure every last one of them eats their uncultured words like grass.
