He'd been doing this job way too long to be this instinctive, thinking to himself as he dodged the hardbound aimed at his head. He didn't bother picking up the book and instead, watched the young woman glare at him. He was very good at maintaning a facade; he still remembered that day he found her in a very awkward position in her room. She was upset with that, he was sure. And the fact she was restricted to be out and about like Eon.
The pointing finger soon reached him and it punctuated each word the young Im spatted out as it dug into his chest. He let it happen, standing in front of the young woman with his hands behind his back. "You don't have to speak to me but you will do what is expected of you," he said, his usually firm tone softened by the fact that he understood the anger, the pain.
"It wasn't my choice," he finally said, jaw clenched. "You needed to be safe. Eon - There's a plan for your brother. And you might not be sharing that path. You care about him but from now on, you have to think about yourself. How you're going to survive whatever is coming our way as a family," he said, releasing his right hand to reach, catching Eunbin's wrist. "You can take your anger out at me anytime you want," he kept her hand pointing at his chest. "But you're going to have to accept at one point that I'm always going to be around, whether you like it or not. Also - that's still Shiro-oppa to you, young lady."
It was the same familiar string of words that stuck with her. The reminder that she was nothing more than an extra. Eon was the twin of importance. The twin with a fate and training to follow. "Thanks for reminding me of my lack of importance in this family." She stopped touching him. Losing some of her fight with the realization that she couldn't even be considered a liability. She was just a byproduct, nothing more than waste.
"Stop pretending to care. This is a job to you. As long as you as you perform admirably and do as instructed, you'll be rewarded. But do not make it seem as if you're concerned." Their relationship had been fractured for months now. Her mistakes were easy to blame. If she were honest, her anger was more about how he treated her and avoided her. Whether it had been the night in her room or what was reported from her encounters at the club, her Mireu-ssi had been distant and cold.
"I don't need your correction or reminders either. He is my family or did that change too." It was all the conflicting emotions that kept her up at night. The thoughts that constantly raced and never granting her a moment of silence or rest. "Now that you know where I am, can you leave me alone and go back to your more important duties."
