1 Prologue

Juwan hated his father.

His heart burned with fury each time he saw him sneaking with someone to his room thinking that the child is already asleep. He was only twelve years old but he knew what they were doing there. On the bed .

The same bed his mother died on two years ago after illness consumed her weak body.

The morning after he'll just glare at his father and his caretaker , maybe break a thing or two or punch a wall till his small knuckles bleed and the fire inside his veins calm down.

Juwan felt like he was living with the enemy under the same roof which mean that this was a war and he needs a "strategy" to fight him back that's why he started to get rebellious .

He maintained his good no excellent grades at school , but  he got into a lot of fights and troubles at there especially with those who called him an "orphan" or "daddy's boy" . He made sure to punch them in the face until their teeth turned red or just fell from their loud mouths.

Jeon Juwan was only sixteen years old when he got his first tattoos. He had a friend named Elijah. And his father was a tattoo artist whom agreed to give the boy what he wanted.

Rather than feeling pain when the needles pierced his untouched skin he was thrilled and marvelled the beauty of ink displayed on his arms.

He couldn't forget the extremely shocked expression on his father's face once he saw the black skull and the mask on his arms.

Juwan reduced the amount of hate and aggressiveness toward his dad once he reached his twenty especially after they went on multiple trips and started talking more to "strengthen their bonds" like the therapist suggested and it worked a bit, he could give him that.

His father even stopped bringing people home .

Juwan turned twenty two and his dad started persuading him into joining the company and helping him by becoming vice-chairman which he of course refused being the stubborn slightly repulsive man he is.

Now he's twenty six , work as vice-chairman (after alot of convincing) and have a girlfriend named June whom is the daughter of his father's friend. Another Ceo.

Basically Juwan dated her for business , he never believed in the bubble they call love anyway.

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"June hang up already. I told you I am buying a few stuff from the supermarket then I'll visit!" He groaned through gritted teeth before ending the call and shoving the phone in his pocket.

His hands slowly traced the expensive champagne bottles displayed on the shelf , looking for the most expensive one to buy on his way home.

Juwan knew he was being watched by the people who walked pass him. His extreme tattoos that covered his muscular arms and neck  always drew those  bastards' attention.

For him , society was a false excuse for a big court where everyone is a judge and everyone is also a victim.

He turned to his left after deciding which alcoholic drink he should get only to bump into a smaller looking male whom was wearing an all black outfit

. Basically anyone could look smaller than Juwan especially with his height and the bulky physique he has.

"Watch where you're going." He hissed while the boy lifted an eyebrow up.

"Same goes to you." His voice was calm and steady but still managed to frustrate him.

"Fuckin excuse me?"

"You have ears , no?" He replied once again in a calm voice to mask his growing annoyance and continued his way only to be pulled by the back of his collar by Juwan , his back hit the shelf .

Juwan wanted to threaten him but was a bit awe struck by the boy's remarkable features. He was so beautiful. He should say handsome but the blissful beauty he just noticed  pushed the word away.

First thing he noticed is his plump lips then his small red nose and natural blush , then looking up at his big doe eyes that the baseball cap was hiding, he noticed something.

His eyes were red and puffy . The boy probably cried his soul out for god only know why before the whole encounter.

A push on his chest woke him up, the man was struggling to move him away.

"Watch where you're going next time...and." Juwan said before grabbing some tissues from his pocket and handing them to him.

"You might need those."

The male wanted to kick him in the balls due to his rudeness yet he decided against it and gave a small smile while snatching the tissue to wipe his nose and  Juwan could swear he felt one heart slowing down.

What is he even saying... why the hell is he being kind ?!

"Thank you."

Juwan didn't move which made the boy shift uncomfortably in his place then cough.

He got the clue and moved away letting him pick up the basket from the ground. It had a bottle of vodka.

"Rough day huh?"

Juwan asked him and he nodded.

"Same goes for me." He said while pointing at the four bottle of champagne he got.

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"Juwan" His father called  the boy whom was laying on the couch with a glass in his hand . He was unfocused and didn't hear his old man.

"Wan." His dad called again shaking his shoulder.

"Hmm?"

"June called three times asking about you."

He groaned in response gulping the whole glass at once.

"Wan she's worried about you. You need to call back ."

"You're just saying that because you don't want your business with her father to be ruined."

"Juwan don't say that. Business or no business , June is your girlfriend , you should respect her."

He looked at the ceiling and muttered : "I didn't even catch his name...fuck my life."

"What did you say?"

"Nothing...nothing..just thinking...I'll call her in a bit."

"Great. Tomorrow we'll have dinner together and June is invited and I have a big announcement ."

End of prologue.