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Ugh-

The noise is still going strong.

I turn in bed again. unable to sleep. Loud noises echo through villa: Whooping, laughter, music, drunken shouts...and gunfire.

I desperately trying to block out the sounds assaulting my ears since evening.

Can't he give me one damn hour of peace and quiet? Doesn't he realize there's other people trying to sleep here too?

I huff, rolling over in my sheets for what seems like the hundredth time tonight.

Another loud crash, i jump in bed—

Followed by louder laughters.

WAHHH! WAHHH! WAAAAH— Lucas cry out.

God-I sit up, my head pounding — I rub my face. I look at the clock.

2 AM. Fuck—

WHHHOOOOO-

The walls shake with another round of cheers followed by more reckless gunshots—like they’re treating this villa like some kind of warzone instead of a goddamn house where people sleep.

WAAAHHHH- WAAAHHHH-Now Lucas is screaming because no one else down there seems to give a damn that he exists at all...

Bang Bang BANG.

Loud cheers erupt again like some sick celebration while laughter floods.

Wahhh WAAAHHHH-

I get up from bed, scoop Lucas up, patting his back — "Sshh, shh, shh.."He sniffles, look at me—gradually starts to calm down—thumb finds its way back in his mouth.

"Shhh... shhh..." I rock him back and forth. He looks up at me with those big, innocent eyes. He's tired. Scared.He just wants to sleep.

But instead of peace all he gets is this endless party downstairs..

I look down at Lucas as he stops crying. "Your daddy is a jerk" I mutter—even he's too young to understand the words, I see something flicker in his eyes…

Like he somehow knows what I mean anyway. He yawns- snuggles closer to me—seeking comfort.

Another burst of laughter echoes through the floor below. Cruel, louder.

Reminder that my words are true.What kind of father would throw a party at 2 am with a baby living in the same house?

BANG

I flinch-

BANG BANG

The entire room shakes.

Lucas cry out again. Squirming.

I grit my teeth. I can't take it any more. No more.

I take a breath- hold Lucas tight in my arms and storm out—headed straight towards the source of the noise.

As I get closer, the villa seems to tremble under the weight of whatever wild party they're throwing in there...I storm through the hallway —each step fueled by anger and desperation.

The music is deafening.

Laughter roars like a pack of wild animals. The walls vibrate with every gunshot, the music blares so loud it feels like it's drilling into my skull. I cover Lucas's ear. Step faster than before.

Loud chaos and laughter, gunshots like some kind of warzone, louder than ever before.Air thick with smoke, bodies grinding against each other in the dim, strobe-lit space.

I fight my way across the crowded area.I push past the bulky men—his men— their eyes follow me as I go by.

The huge bodyguards staring in surprise, I push past them—but none try to stop me, probably because I'm holding Lucas. I march forward—Lucas still crying, clinging to me tightly.

The moment i step into the place.

I freeze—

The area's shrouded in a grimy, dark haze. My heart pounds.

The scene is like something out of a nightmare. His men are everywhere—drinking, smoking, drugging things off tables, playing cards and dice, naked women everywhere. Even men too.

Music blasting, lights flashing.

It's a goddamn mad house.I cover Lucas's ears.

Where the hell is he?Where is that monster? I scan the area.eyes narrowing.

And there he is—there. At the end of the open space, On a huge-ass black couch surrounded by half-naked girls all over his body, their hands everywhere, roaming shamelessly over his body, running down his chest and thighs… but he hardly even reacts, just slowly drinks from his glass like they're not even there.

That bastard just chilling there like it's no big deal, drinking...

My stomach clenches in disgust. That's the man I have to confront to stop this madness?

God, give me strength.

I steel myself and move forward.Lucas clings tighter to my shirt.

WWHOOOOOO—

Loud cheer again.

I move to the music player and shut it off—Silence.

Everything goes quiet.

All eyes turn at my way—including his.

Lucas sighs, snuggle into me... his little body warm, tired, I pat his back gently and glare at them "ARE YOU GUYS HUMAN OR ANIMALS, HUH? DON'T YOU KNOW A BABY IS SLEEPING DOWNSTAIRS!"

I turn at him—

His dark eyes lock on mine. Unblinking. Dark. Intense.

I grip around Lucas "Don't you care that- your son can't sleep because of this fucking circus!"

A half naked woman steps forward "But this is our party of ruling the underworld for 50 years" she slurs.

I scoff "Fifty years?—Fifty years for what? For murdering people?!"

Gasps—

All eyes turn to Jeon.

I turn at him, our gazes lock in silent battle.

I grip tight around Lucas "Since evening this nonsense has been going on and ON… but even NOW at MIDNIGHT too?! A BABY HAS BEEN CRYING FOR HOURS AND NO ONE THOUGHT TO STOP IT?!"

Silence falls.

Noone moves.

Not even the half-naked woman who spoke earlier now shrinks back.

His face blank—unreadable,  expressionless.

Air thick with the stench of alcohol, drugs...and god knows what else.

Noone speaks. Noone moves.

Chilling silence envelopes the room; confusion hangs in air.

I glare straight in his eyes— "I don't want anymore noise from now on" I state- meant to everyone but especially at him.

And I don't wait for an answer.

I shift Lucas and turn— Stomping out of this hellhole, feeling nothing but disgust "Bloody monsters"

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