Chapter 277: Jisung’s story 02: Hello there Mr miserable

Seohwa’s POV

My friend pushes my body forward, breaking me out of the trance, and making me stumble forward.

"Ow" I mutter under my breath.

"What are you doing?" Keeho asks and I look back at the balcony again.

He’s gone.

There was a man there, he looked rugged, bare chested and built like he lifts weight for fun.

"That man..."

"What about him?" Keeho asks, exhausted from hours of standing still in a spot.

That was the training we had for today.

"Who is he? He looked so...miserable" I say and Keeho shakes his head.

"That’s Son Jisung, he’s Lord Hwang’s righthand man...there are so many rumors about him, and if I were you I’ll stay away" he says and huffs.

I follow Keeho back to our quarters quietly and climb into bed after washing up, but my mind won’t shut up about the man...Son Jisung.

"Keeho" I whisper and Keeho groans.

"Seohwa please, my body hurts and I just want to sleep" he says gruffly.

"Just tell me one rumor about him" I say, needing to know why a man that looks like he’s danger itself could look so sad.

"Well I don’t know, some people say he’s in love with the Luna...but that’s just bull" Keeho says and I purse my lips.

I met the Luna twice, he’s a beautiful man, his age shows on his face but it only makes him more beautiful.

He had smiled at me softly, his voice was calm, and his eyes sparkled with some type of quiet strength...it would be impossible not to love him.

"But..." I start to talk again.

"Seohwa, I beg you" Keeho sighs.

"Why do you think it’s bull?" I ask him, ignoring his muttering and cursing.

I know he’s cursing out my bloodline but I can’t hear him, for the first time I’m grateful that I’m a beta who doesn’t have amplified senses.

"Sir Jisung fucks women" Keeho says bluntly and my heart drops.

Oh...women.

"His stories are really popular around the clan...he satisfies women like crazy, now let me sleep" my friend says and I don’t talk again.

So apparently this man has two sides...he either likes the omega male Luna or he likes women, and I’m neither.

Just seeing him once makes me want to have him, to take the sadness away from his eyes and to maybe give him something beautiful.

"Seohwa, what are you thinking?" I say to myself, mentally facepalming myself at my silly thought.

Why should I even think of Mr Jisung...

I fall asleep and dream of him, his face isn’t so clear enough but I know it’s him.

It’s strange that I’m dreaming of him when I didn’t get to take in enough details of his features last night.

The man is leaning against the balcony and smoking his cigarette.

The white smoke from it grows bigger and bigger till they start to choke him...but he didn’t care, he just let it happen, like he has been waiting for it.

Morning comes quickly and I drag myself out of bed for training.

Everything goes by so fast that I only come to my senses when Keeho’s wooden sword drops to the floor.

"I just want to say, this is your fault" he says and picks it up, "sorry" I say with a guilty expression.

We continue training for a while, and I keep up as best as I can, and also try to restrain my ability.

I grew up surrounded by martial arts, my great grandparents were renowned for raising good fighter, so I started fighting early.

"Seohwa! Go easy" Keeho complains again and I slow down my pace.

My mind is bothered, and I know it’s because of the dream I had, and because of the man I saw.

"Everyone, take a break" the head trainer yells and we all rush to sit on the floor, I’m okay while others are panting and wiping off sweat.

It smells of tiredness in here, three hours of fighting and learning defense can do that to anyone, but not me.

"If you ever ask me weird questions at night again, I’ll throw you out of the room" Keeho grumbles and rolls to his side.

I pat his butt in apology and he mumbles something rude while I snicker at him.

The break lasts only twenty minutes before we are told to stand at alert, to line up straight and welcome the original trainer.

At the announcement, my heart starts to pound in my chest...what if he doesn’t think I’m worth being in the team?

I am skinnier than most men but I’m stronger than I look.

I really hope I don’t get judged and removed based on my appearance.

"He’s here, he’s here..." someone says and everyone tenses as the door opens and the man walks in.

It’s the man from yesterday, he looks different today, harsher.

His jaw is clenched and his back straight, there is a lighter in his hand and the way he walks is with purpose...he looks every bit like a...man.

"Isn’t that righthand man?" I ask Keeho, just to be sure of who I’m looking at and my friend jabs me in the side.

"Shut up" he says through his teeth.

"I am Jisung, the righthand man to the Lord, I will be attending to you" he says loudly and I am surprised at his voice.

His voice is grittier than I expected, deep and rough, he sounds like he was born to be a commander and I swallow the saliva pooling in my mouth.

"I don’t have patience for weaklings..." he says and walks in front of us.

He walks past me without giving me a look, and I breathe in just to know what he smells like up close...he smells like tobacco and musk.

"If you can’t handle the pain, or you can’t take this clan as your flesh and blood, I will advise you to take your leave now, this place is only for the loyal" he says and stops at the end of the line.

"Once we start, we don’t stop until I say so" he says and walks by me again without looking at me.

"Show me what you can do" he says and we all get into position.

Everyone gets ready to impress the trainer and secure their position...and me, I prepare to make him look at me.