3:30 p. m.
Busan.

After a long and tiring day of lectures and gruesome assignments, I finally reached home, and wished nothing but for an hour or two's of rest. Mr Kang was supposed to come over at 6 o' clock for my kick boxing training, and I had to be ready before hand.

Mr. Kang was one of dad's old acquaintances, one of the very few persons alive, whom he trusted. Like dad, he too was an assassin working for the government, only that he had retired a few years back.

Although dad enrolled me at the National Training Institute once we moved in to Busan, Mr Kang has been the one who taught me everything, from shooting revolvers to using knives. It's been almost five years that he has been teaching me, and I've accompanied him and dad in almost fifteen of their expeditions.

None of them were illegal though. My dad is an assassin appointed by the government for undercover missions like discreetly terminating terrorists or executing betrayers or almost all types of murders that the public should never know was committed by orders from the government.

I have never been a 'government assassin' though. Nevertheless I've helped dad in his missions, for he believed that would help me in my training.

I had to be trained for my mission.

And there was only one mission.

To kill.

To avenge.

"Erin! ", I turned as I heard Ms. Susan, our domestic help, calling me. " Mr. Kim has been looking for you. He's in his conference room".

Wondering why dad would be looking for me at this hour of the day, I climbed down stairs and walked towards his conference room.

As I opened the door, I saw him peering closely at his laptop, while two queer looking men sitting on either side of the conference table, busy explaining something.

They stopped as they noticed me, and that made dad look up once, before going back to whatever he was doing.

"Out now", he said without even looking up.

I stood there, still holding onto the handle, a bit ashamed that I had entered without knocking. He never asked me to do so, and I had taken it for granted that he would never be too busy to not have me around.

Looking down, I turned to go, feeling a bit dejected when I heard the two men push back their chairs, greeted dad and walk straight ot of the room.

"Where do you think you are going. Come and sit down here. I need to discuss a few things with you".

Realizing, I nodded and proceeded to settle down opposite to him, but he motioned to the chair beside him.

As I sat down, he turned the laptop towards me. The screen displayed a complete bio data of a Jeon Dae Hoon and his current location and stuff.

"So who's this young man? ", I mock-laughed, nodding at the picture of an old looking creep in formal overalls, " black market prostitute dealer? Or even better some terrorist running loose without enough evidence to put a legal rope 'round his neck? "

I leaned and stretched against my chair. I have accompanied dad in too many of his government appointed missions to be interested in such stuff after such a hectic day. The only thing that I needed the most now was a cup of steaming cappuccino and an hour's sleep.

"This man here is, you would be delighted to know, neither a terrorist nor a prostitute dealer", he said, "Rather, he's one of the most proficient businessmen in South Korea. Jeon Dae Hoon. That's what the world knows, however. The undercover world knows him to be one of the greatest mafias who ever reigned the dark regimes of drug dealing".

So a drug dealer after all, I mused.

"We, that's me and you, know that this man is an assassin. We, and only we, know tht this bloody rogue here, killed your mom", he paused letting the words sink in.

I sat up straight in my chair.

I stared at the man on the screen, a face with sharp features, a shock of grey and black hair neatly combed, and a thin-rimmed glasses resting on a slightly aquiline nose. From behind those, stared back a pair of intelligent eyes, ever vigilant, and ever observing.

At that moment, all I wanted to do was to smash the devil's head on the ground. Burn him into flames, just the way he had burnt my mother.

But I didn't do any such thing. I just started at the face in front of me.

Jeon Dae Hoon.

The man to whom my mom was supposed to be married.

I wondered what would have happened if dad wouldn't have met her. She herself belonged to a mafia family, and as rule, she was being married off to another undercover family without even wanting to do so.

Dad had met her during one of his missions,when he was already an assassin.

And then the shit happened, they feel in love.

Mom eloped with her lover, her father officially disowning her within a few weeks. They settled at Daegu, changed their names, and thought that no one would ever interfere in there lives of happiness.

But they spoke too soon.

Seven long years later, on their only daughter's fifth b'day, Dae Hoon, her betrayed fiancé planted a bomb to blow Mr. Kim and his daughter up. But as fate would have it, Mrs. Kim, out of nowhere, decided to arrive there, and got killed herself.

Dae Hoon disappeared for his own good, and from that moment, Dad had taken up the pledge to not breathe a sigh of relief till he had the bastard's head at his feet.

I still remember that agonizing day, fifteen long years back, when I had slowly and painfully opened my eyes at a sterile hospital cabin, after becoming senseless due to staying in such close proximity of a bomb blast.

The moment I had seen dad's face by me, the pain and consciousness slowly gripped over. I wanted to cry.

"Can you take a breath Erin? "

"Yes dad".

" Then you are fine. Remember this Erin, till the time you can breathe, you'll always be fine. Is that clear".

I nodded.

"How's Mom? "

"She's not fine, Erin", he mused absently.

It was sometime before I actually got his meaning.

A/N:
am too tired to check out
typos right now. hope y'all
will consider:))