THE TRUTH UNTOLD 1

This is purely a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, and incidents are either a product of my morbid imagination or fictitiously worded and drafted.

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I carefully laid down Ha-na on the bank seat and covered her with my jacket. I moved to the front seat, running my hand in the car pigeon hole, I grabbed a bottle water and gulped it down in one goal. Inside my head was like a hurricane, a tornado of mixed emotions and a rainstorm of painful memories.

Today was shitty. From almost running into one of Jaeyoung's business partner; to having a horrible argument with Ho-Seok During my ride back home, I kept remembering every word he said. Deep down, I know he withhold himself from appearing annoyed. He really tried to mask his anger with calmness. Part of me wants to hear more but the other part was just scared to steer up something better left buried.

I packed in front of my apartment, turned the engine off, and leaned my head on the sterling, I felt tired and drained. More than anything; for the first time since I made the decision of relocating I felt powerless. I leaned back as I wiped the tears from falling down my face. Closing my eyes and trying to chase away all the memories and dangerous thoughts running wild in my head. 

A cooing sound brought me back to the presence, and I drafted my eyes to behold my bundle of joy, sleeping soundly. She looked cutest than ever. I know everyone was blaming me for the life I choose for Ha-na,but that was the best decision I had ever made. Leaving everything I built during the years behind just to embrace a new beginning. Jaeyoung this, Jaeyoung that, all these won't stop the fact that I got the best Dad for Ha-na. That's for sure.

A knock on my car window startled the life out of me. I winced and quickly wiped the tears off my face when I behold the familiar face staring down at me from the outside. 

How long had he been standing and waiting for me?

The moment the lock was off, I yanked my door open with a nagging questions..."What are you doing here? You shouldn't be here."

A millisecond didn't passed by I saw myself be pinned on my car.

"Let me go. What's are you doing...?

"Shhhh, don't wake her up."

I hissed at his worried tone, still battling for freedom from his hold.

"What happened to your phone?" He asked worriedly.

I hissed. "Nothing" I pushed him away,and tried to re-open my car door, however he was quick to stop me by grabbing my hand.

"I swear to heaven, Ho-Seok, if you don't leave me alone now; I will..." I bit my tongue to stop a nasty statement from leaving my mouth, because I realised sometimes my tongue love running miles. I looked at his face, he sounded worried. I closed my eyes, finger-rubbing my forehead wrathful.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get a raise of you." I felt him closer in front of me. "I was worried about you girls."

"Who is 'I' ?" I opened my eyes, meeting his."We are fine. You don't have to worry about us. We know how to take care of ourselves." I tried to step back from him but he stopped me.

"I can relate how hard it must be for you to....."

"Really" Can you relate? Then can you relate to running away in the middle of the night. Relate to being powerless and tagged the black sheep of the family just because of your decision. Relate to being hate and despised by your only sibling, Mother and Father. Relate to acting like you know what you're doing when you're freaking out. Scared of what the future holds. Relate to forcing smiles and courtesy, fooling around. Can you really relate to making promises that you won't be able to keep?"

His body tensed at the last statement. A low FUCK! escaped his suppressed lips, like he was biting back a groan.

"Imagine leaving everything you built up all these years behind, can you really relate?'

One moment I was glaringly ranting and frustratingly yelling at him, then the next moment I was pulled in a bear hug. I fought to push him away but he was too strong for me. The more I fought to free myself, the tighter his hold was, confirming how weak I truly was.

"Shhhh, I'm so sorry for everything. Please, calm down." He stroke my hair.

I let the tears falls, silently whimpering in the arms of the man who used to mean the whole world to me. I felt like fighting here to escape his hold but I was dammed tired. Mentally drained.So I let him hold me as long as he wanted. And when my crying died down, he loosened his hold, letting me to step away from him. 

Then he rubbed my cheeks, flashed me a grin before walking to my doorstep. He rang the bell, then came back, took my key chain and unlocked my car, then he grabbed my bag and handed it over as I watched him in silent. Then he gather sleeping Ha-na unto his shoulder. A cooing sound escaped Ha-na's mouth which made him to still whilst gently rubbing her back until she was quite. 

As if that wasn't enough, surprisingly, he took my hand , gently walking us inside the house at the awe of nanny Roxa who answered the door.

I followed him as Roxa led the way to Ha-na's room. She turned on the light of her room then Ho-Seok gently put her in bed.

I stood at the entrance door, soaking in the unbelievable happening. Ha-na whimpered, then he proceed to rubbing her back. He took her shoes and beanies off, and cover her with her duvet. Then pecked her forehead a goodnight kisses. Then he walked out without a word

I stood there looking at the door he walked out from. Furiously surprised, I turned off Ha-na's room light and left to my room.

I walked to my bathroom to wash myself. Looking in the mirror was a big mistake. I looked emotionally wrecked. Red nose with swollen eyes. I ignored those and proceed to have my bath.

Ten minutes I appeared in my closet and changed to my barbie pajamas and slid into one my flipflops. 

My mind was somehow blank. Nothing makes sense in life right now. Anxiety had me by the throat. I don't even know what I should be thinking at the moment. I and Jaeyoung story. Ha-na's birth. Ho-Seok love story, the arguments, or the awkward hug. Ah!!! My head hurt like I was hit with a fucking bowling ball.

Coffee would literally solve half of my problem. I closed my eyes taking in the imaginary aroma of the caffeine when it dawned on me. Wait! What's that smell. I rushed down stairs thinking Kayla was back from her trip just to steal her glass of coffee whilst teasingly asking her to prepare another cup. Whatever I was expecting didn't include Ho-Seok sitting casually on my chaise lounge drinking from a steaming mug.

I sighed a relief. "You should be going." 

He nodded nonchalantly. "Peace offering." He handed me the second mug, then tapped the space closer to him. I rolled my eyes, took the mug and took a sip.

"You know if you are too tired to speak,sit next to me, because I too, I'm fluent in silent." He put down his mug and adjusted himself to face me. I sat down closer.

I sighed, rubbing my nape. There was nothing to hide again. "I am a disappointment to everyone." A beat passed, and he replied." Satisfying others vision of your life is not your responsibility." And I felt that.

Silence reign within us. I had to swallow what was left of my pride and said. "Give me few minute of peace in your arms. I needed it terribly. I'm ragged, worn out. Exhausted. Please." 

My voice was brittle. For a moment we stare at each other. Unspoken words. I could feel his eyeballs at the back of my head. Then he moved closer, surprisingly taking me into his warm arms.

He hold me tighter and I sank into his arms. I soaked his cologne, and fresh minty breath. It triggered memories. Remembering all the times I used to be in his arms.

I leaned into him, absorbing every scent of him. After how many years later, his touch still felt the same. Rough and gentle. Just as I remembered

CHAPTER 1...

HO-SEOK POV.

Today was the Prestigious Artists Award (PAA) a yearly Award.

It has been three years since I move to Canada, three fucking years. That was the second hardest decision of my life; the first I didn't want to talk about it because it brought back sad memories to me, I hate that I always remember it, it isn't worth it but my heart won't cooperate with me. It never listens.

Come on man your job is to pump blood but that bitch won't heed my word.

Standing in the mirror while tucking my white shirt; SHIT!!!! It brought back memories,l remembered when my Louis Vuitton white shirt was messed up with that fucking cup of coffee from that miserable girl. I sigh as the thought runs through me, the shock in her eyes and her stuttering lips while saying her "goddammit! Sorry! Sorry, that didn't cross her heart.

I hate her shem! I picked my long tie and walked down to my parlour and there was my best friend and brother staring at me with a smile on his face.

"You look good man." He compliments me.

Damnit!!! He is always acting cute. Well, he is so I don't mind.

"You seriously don't want to come, dude?"I asked as I strode down the stairs and he shook his head.

I scoffed. He is tired. Who wouldn't, not after staying all night just to audition those boys? Gosh!!! I wonder where Hwang-Min packed those boys from; their dance was nothing to write home about and their voice.... OMG! I nearly broke my screen in anger, I just can't stand their horrible performances I have to ball out. I needed peace and I deserved it.

Looking at Ji-Min now, he must be tired so I'm attending without him; an Award I've been nominated for two good solid years and I couldn't win because of that girl I don't know her though, I hate social media because they ruined my life. I have things that keep me busy so I don't care what the media says after having such a horrible experience with them. So searching for her name and knowing her is what I didn't want to do even though the urge was always there.

Well, I'm attending but I don't want miserable headlines with my name as the sole headliner. Every horrible thing was said to me on social media so being there was a big no for me, for a good four years I balled out from social media that was when I found personal peace. Don't worry about me not knowing how my businesses were run and promoted on the Net; I'm a prestigious CEO and Artist so my workers, managers, and PA handles the Media Job.

Back to that girl who has been winning this PAA in all categories, I'm always nominated along with her, I don't know her though but her name gives me nightmares every year-end.

Imagine waking up with the headlines that say Hobified Mind is nominated as a best music video director in the same category as Kathryn Howard, for heaven sake, and she always swept it in one goal. Her name bores me off. Remember trying to look up her name when she won me in the best New Rookie of the PAA. That was another worst year of my life and to think I was in attendance and she wasn't. Such a big boss she just has to relax at home and her Award would be sent to her house.

That was my first time moving to Canada and attending the Awards show.

My bad!! You must be wondering why I changed my professor, and company name from Sound-Mind to Hobified-Mind, well, my reputation was ruined by the woman I love back in Korea. In fact, the whole world was against me so I had to go into hiding and halt all my social media activities. I wanted a new life so it comes with a new company name Hobified-Mind.

The day I told my brothers I was moving and relocating to Canada, they couldn't believe it; Well, that will be another story for another day, but for now, let's go to PAA and kick some ass. And if you are wondering why I'm sounding Ghetto like, don't worry I have a lot to unfold on how my life had been this past five years.

My name, KANG HO-SEOK.

"Hwang-Min" I scream as I pick up my car keys and my phone, and walking towards the door while Ji-Min plonked himself on the chaise sectional couch.

"Go to your room, Jiminah, and don't you dare skip breakfast...I promise Jin-Seok hyung to take care of you."

Gosh, I love that man Jin-Seok. He has always been my backbone, sticking with me through thick and thin. He's always that shoulder I've been leaning on since I started my career.

I walked up to my car; you won't deny I looked breath-taking in my Louis Vuitton suit with my designed black shoes. The ladies' men. I chuckled as I entered the car.

I swear if Hwang-Min won't come now and drive me to that event I might kick his groin. Wonder what is keeping him long. Gosh!! that bighead loves getting on my last nerves. I groan and lean my head backward on the passenger headrest.

I won't blame him though, since the day I was nominated, I have been contemplating if I should attend or skip as usual since seeing who I was nominated within the same category.

Ever since last night, he has asked me if we are attending and I give him a big NO, not even Jason could talk me into attending. However, just this morning I decided to give it a trial; it had been long since I made a public appearance; not my fault though. I went to Hiatus. Hiatus!!! I chuckled. Yes, a self-forced Hiatus. I low-key hide myself from everyone.

"I'm sorry, sir...." I heard a cooing sound and I must say that's Hwang-Min. God! He is always sorry.

"Shut the fuck up and drive man," I said running my fingers across my well-styled raven hair. I better don't tousled it and end up looking like a wet dirty duckling.

The car accelerates and we hit the road.

I have this urge to search for that name Kathryn Howard, I mean I need to know why she is always kicking my ass in Awards. Do I need to remind you I haven't won any Awards since the day I was been nominated? Well, Madam Kathryn always whopping my ass so bad. I feel sad.

So since I refused to search the Media and Goggles to know who Kathryn Howard was, I don't know what she looks like; Well, from the PAA information, she is a new Artist and Director; Rookie to be precise, and the fact she has been sweeping Awards ever since she was nominated. Won five Rookie in a year, and has some Awards in her name both the monthly and yearly Awards of the PAA, she is always there. I think she is the most Awarded Artist in PAA History. The industry really does love her.

I pick up my phone, remembering I already vowed never to return to Social Media, I dropped it back in my pocket, picked up my headphones, and just as I was about to listen to some Radio station music, y'all won't believe what I heard.

"The PAA Award show is today and our all-time Most Awarded Artist Kathryn Howard is going all out for her red carpet." That was the Radio station announcing the PAA Red carpet.

Didn't I just say the Media hate me; Well you can see for yourself. I'm never running away from them. The cheers were giving me headache and my ears hurt. Goodness sake!!! I just can't stand them.

I removed my headphones and tossed them to heaven knows where, Kathryn Howard is attending and she is all out for her red Carpet. God! Who is she?

The industry plant? How can they twist it like she owns the red carpet and shows, making other Artists attending to look inferior... Gosh! I hate the Media and Bloggers.

Well for you guys information, I'm skipping the red carpet. Don't ask me why? I have a past and my presence will trigger some Media and their horrible headlines. I want to enjoy this Award Show, meet new people, and sign some Upcoming Artists because I know they will be found lurking around the Arena for some deals and collaboration. I'm not just here for the Awards I'm building my career from scratch again, remember I have a horrible past that almost ruin me.