Lee Sejoon

Father has always been my inspiration, my idol and my second most precious person in the world. First being mom. But that day the news tabloid I was shown by my secretary, a very old one, she found in one of the misplaced folders from my father’s office woke my curiosity. The tabloid which held the face of a man in his 20’s holding two boys and a very familiar woman standing near him. The woman I couldn’t be wrong about even if I wanted to. But surprisingly what caught my attention was that one of the baby in his hold, looked exactly like me when I was a toddler and the other child too was a carbon copy of mine, just a bit chubbier version maybe. I knew nothing and I wanted answers. But that night with my Abeoji changed my vision for living. 

3rd person narration

After holding on to the company for so long, it was time to hand over The Lee Presidency to Sejoon for his Abeoji. So before handing down the company his father wanted to talk with Sejoon. He called Sejoon to the living room to discuss a few things. But things took an ugly turn when Sejoon asked the only question he had for a few days trapped in him.

"They killed her! They killed her Sejoon!" The anxious man on his cancer stick and took a big gulp of his hard liquor as he sat on his single manned couch and made Joon listen to every word he spoke. "She knew too much." He chuckled nervously." That's why they killed her. Avenge her Joon, Avenge your mother! I'm next I tell you. When the time comes avenge me too, rip the company apart, they are monsters. You're precious mother. You're biological father was probably in on it. I bet. He must have used the company’s support to do this to us “He laughed bitterly as he took another puff of his cigar.

At this Sejoon perked up. He couldn’t help but let the past flash in the heavy silence that prevailed in the conversation.

"Baby, oh my sweet boy, please stay strong for me, can you promise me that?" The middle aged woman her delicate fingers on the twelve year olds rosy tear stained check, as she tried her hardest to talk for her son.

"Y-yes mom I-I can, for you." He whimpers as he cups her hand that was rested on his face and sobs into it.

"Joon-" The woman tried to speak but was caught off by her own deathly cough, she was sick, and she was not supposed to be.

"No mom, don't talk it'll only hurt you more." The boy tried to make his mother understand but she will not have it, she needed to tell him, it was now or never.

"No honey." She clears and smiles weakly. “I have to tell you this. You...are not your father’s real son." A stinging tear falls from her eye onto the uncomfortable pillow underneath her as she watches the reaction of her son, as he dropped her hand and the tears in his innocent eyes started to form once more.

"I- you- n-no, what? W-what do you mean I'm not Aboeji’s rea-?"

"Sejoon, please understand, you are not your father’s son, you are mine. I’m your real mom. I separated with your dad when you were born and you're Abeoji had took us in. But that never mattered to him, he raised you like his son, he loves you my son. Even if   you are not his biological son you will forever and always be his little boy." She placed her hand back on his cheek wiping the tears away. The woman felt bad, how could she not? But it had to be done.

"My sweet-sweet Sejoon mommy will always love you." She coughs once more into her hand, every second harder to breath, harder to keep her eyes open. "So please, do not cry when I am gone, when I am no longer with you when you have nightmares, when you have no one to kiss your oo away." She chuckled lightly and so did he." I will always be there, watching over you. Always. Sejoon, I love you so much. So much." She held back the tears that threatened to fall as she leaned in to kiss the top of the boy's head. The small movement itself hurt too much and she fell back down with groan. “There is another thing my son. You have a  ...”

That was when it happened. Sejoon did not know what to do. He couldn't even say goodbye. When the loud single, piercing consistent sound went off and the nurses and doctors came rushing in, they took him away before he had received the chance. All he wanted to say was goodbye but he was not allowed that virtue.

"My real father?" Sejoon asks taking in every single word his father babbled to heart.

"Yes, that bastard, he left her in a heartbeat when she found out what wrong he was doing. He was blind Sejoon, blind for power. He tried taking you and your mother away from me but I knew people, and they helped me keep you for myself. But I couldn’t fight for your brother."

"My b-brother?"

The drunken man laughed and the smoke filled the air making Joon cough violently. He hated the smell. He hated it. But he loved the man who had this smell attached to him now as an identity.

"You poor thing. Yes, your twin brother." He got up from the stool and strode towards one of the drawers in the room I’ve bothered to open. He pulled out a Polaroid of Sejoon’s real father and two babies in his arms. Sejoon identified the kids pretty soon. The same kids from the tabloid or it were actually him and his brother in their real father’s arms. After that everything was silent….

"Avenge me, avenge your mom, the Company is evil, Kim Enterprise mustn't exist." His father’s words rang in his ears every living minute. Never left his mind nor gave him peace. He had gathered each and every information of the Kim enterprise along with his real father's.

“I will take your revenge Abeoji. I’ll bring him down. I’ll bring them all down”, Sejoon spoke as he wrote behind the picture in his hand, the Polaroid, with the red marker from his desk...

I’m going to destroy you.

Kim Jongin

 “Father, do you know Director oh, perhaps?”

At this my father stopped writing and shot his eyes back towards me. Setting down his pen on the table he spoke.

"Vaguely all I remember is that he is no longer here and no longer in terms with me. Why the sudden interest though?" He says as he looked at me with questioning eyes, which seemed to have a wavering look.
"What about his family?"
"He had a family, two adorable boys and a wife that loved him unconditionally. But they didn’t last."
 

He talks so fondly of the man's family; it almost makes it seem as if my father was very close to them.
 

"Again." My father scowled voice no longer holding such soothing sounds."Why the interest?"
Again I ignored him. "He remarried right?”
 

"I don’t think so. After his wife left I no longer met him. All I remember is his wife’s second wedding ceremony being the talk of the town and his wife's death some year’s prior. I had attended the funeral too."
 

At this my interest was poked further. And I think I finally know why he talked so fondly of them.
"Father... Was President Lee in love with the wife and also the second husband?"
I watched as my father's fist clenched and his face became somber. "Jongin please tell me why you are so interested." I never seen my father so defeated.
"I'll tell you after you tell me this. Why exactly did President Lee swear his vengeance on him?"
 

My father heavily sighs as he runs his palms against his almost nonexistent wrinkled forehead. Although already in his forties, he was still considered very handsome.

"Yes, Mr. Lee was in love with her." He admitted." She was faithful to him but Lee did his tad best to destroy their paradise. Lee created false allegations and whatnot. He targeted the company too. But faith as I said was the foundation of their relationship which broke the night Mr.Oh &Mr. Lee betrayed him. And he had found out. “He spoke with and edge to his voice as he mentioned President Lee.

“Lee was a cruel man to begin with, and he provoked her, she vanished without a trace. If I could've found her I would.  Mr.Oh hated me from then on because he believed my interference in this scandal.... Now that I think about it, people had spoken at the funeral that Mr.Oh had killed his current wife, but it was all so crazy to me, I ignored it. Lee is crazy Jongin; he is not a good man." As he talked I noticed his features no longer holding a dark look but more of a softened distant one.
"Dad." I said softly, making his sad eyes finally look into mine, away from his desk. “Did you know that one of Mr.Oh sons had stayed with Lee?"
My dad's eyes widened. “No, I didn't see—"
And as if he just recalled something he gasped. "I did in fact see a small boy around 12 or 13 at the funeral but I had thought he was there for someone else."
My own heart began to feel a bit broken for my father.
"Dad, are you sure you don't recall one of those boys’ names?"
My father's eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration as he tried to recall something. He looked up at me with widened watery eyes. "No." He muttered defeated.
"Dad... Lee Sejoon is her child." This was another side I hadn't seen on my father in years. And it was comforting to see that he wasn't some money crazed machine, but instead a decent human who longed for lost loved ones. Yes my dad hardly looked out from his office and I doubt he looked into Sejoon’s background at all. He was bound to be shocked as much as me.
"B-but what about his other son, um- uh-" he stumbled on his words and I couldn't help but feel bad for my old man.
"Sehun."
"Huh? What about him?"
"Oh Sehun. Still with Mr.Oh.”
I watch as my father palms his face and breathed in a shaky breath. "This can't be happening."
“ Sejoon is acting out his father's r