Kim Mafia

Chapter 20

The man stumbled in the house, panting just by little exertion. Without taking off his shoes, he silently walked towards the stairs, clenching his stomach. He winced with every step he took. He reached the top of stairs and walked down the hall towards the room. His room, but he rarely used it. The sudden sound of door opening made him flinch and he stood straight against the wall, not moving. The door near the stairs opened and Namjoon walked out and went downstairs.

He was going to move when a figured appeared in the door, Jin. He would guess by the frame of his body. It wasn't like he had been observing him, just that his shoulders were wide.

He heard Jin mutter something under his breath, looking towards the stairs. He then turned back, supposedly going back to his own room. But he stopped. He stopped and looked where he was standing. Jin opened his mouth like he was going to speak but shook his head and walked back inside, closing the door.

He sighed in relief before walking to his room. He walked to his bathroom. He took off his shirt. The blood began to come off as he washed it under the water. Did Jin see him? He didn't, right? It was too dark to know that he was standing there.

~NEXT DAY~

Jin played with food in his plate, mind somewhere else. He heard distant footsteps and he stood up and went towards them. He followed the man, silently. The man walked stiffly. He went to the kitchen and grabbed an apple. He bit on it. That is when Jin decided to show himself.

"Taehyung," Jin said.

The man turned towards him and nodded.

"How is work?"

"Fine," Taehyung said, munching on his apple.

"When did you come back?" Jin asked, walking over to get himself some sugar.

"In the morning," Taehyung said and threw his finished apple in the waste bin. He began to walk away when Jin said

"Does it hurt much?"

Taehyung stopped in his tracks. Jin walked over to his side, eating a sugar cube.

"What do you want?" Taehyung asked, annoyed.

"Nothing. I'm just worried that you might be hurt. I saw you last night and knew you were hurt. But I thought that maybe you wanted to be alone so I didn't come to you last night,"

"I don't need your concern" Taehyung made clear.

"You are my husband and its my responsibility to ask you," Jin said, jaw clenched.

"Show your so-called concern to the others. Stop bothering me and stay away," Taehyung snapped.

Jin's grip on the sugar cube in his hand tightened, "That is no way to talk to your husband. I only asked-"

"I don't see you as one," Taehyung declared causing Jin to stop. His eyes widened. "I don't see you as my husband. So stop bothering me," And Taehyung walked away, leaving Jin standing there.

~SCENE CHANGE~

"Sir?" Kevin asked as he looked at Jin staring at his papers. He had been at that page for few minutes.

"Nothing is going how I want it, Kevin," Jin sighed, massaging his head.

"What happened?"

"I fought with Namjoon and Taehyung. Before them it was Hoseok. If this continues I will have fought with everyone,"

"With both Kims?"

"Yeah."

Kevin waited for Jin to speak knowing that if he wanted to share something he will tell himself. But he remained quite. It hurt him to see Jin like that but what could he do? He could only watch from the sidelines.

"How about a walk in the garden? or nice cup of coffee?" Kevin asked, collecting the papers from Jin's desk.

"No but thanks. I need to think. I will be in my room,"

~JIN'S ROOM~

Jin tried not to think of the insulting words but they were clear as day in his mind. He had been called worse but why was he affected by it? He never cared before then why now?

"Trophy wife ha?" Jin whispered, staring at the ceiling.

Why did these words hurt? He knew what people thought of him as. A slut, a bitch, a gold digger and many more. But they never hurt. But this time he shouted at Namjoon after he said that. He pushed the man from above him and glared at him, declaring that he didn't like this term. The other man had scoffed and said that he was one. He said that he was a slut who married all of them. Who slept with a different man every night. He had grabbed his chin and whispered that he was just a attention seeker, a weak and helpless man who depended on them. Who would cry and break after they left him. Who could not stand on his two feet.

"But I'm far from it," Jin said aloud.

~TIME SKIP~

Jin came home late at night after finishing his work. There was plan on raiding a mafia's storage and he today gave the yes for it. He knew it was wrong but he had to survive. It was just how world works. His right and wrong were very different from the norm. Everything was right if it benefitted him. He grew up like that and he couldn't forget that he was a mafia leader. He wants to run away from this life and live like a normal twenty five year old guy who didn't know how to kill, smuggle, torture.

His plan was to marry and make sure that his husband was worthy and useful. He would slowly give everything to him then he would divorce him and move away, away from this life he had learned to hate. But it looked like it was not going to be easy like he thought.

"Jin,"

Jin smiled at Jimin who smiled back.

"Want dinner?" Jimin asked.

Jin nodded and followed him to eating area. He sighed as he slumped into his seat.

"You seem tired," Jimin noted. He pushed the bowl of soup towards him.

Jin hummed and began to put soup in his own bowl.

"Work got tough today?"

"No it was ok," Jin replied curtly.

Jimin seemed a little taken back at his answer. But he just nodded. He silently ate his food.

"So quiet. I'm surprised,"

Jimim wasn't sure if he heard Jin curse when he heard Namjoon's voice. He greeted the other man as he sat down too.

"What's with the strange mood?" Namjoon looked between the two as he filled his plate with food.

"Everything's fine." Jin grumbled, stabbing the piece of steak.

Namjoon pretended to ignore the anger radiating off from him  "Usually you guys are talking so that's why I thought it strange,"

"Jin is tire-" Jimin began to say.

"I'm fine Jimin ssi," Jin snapped, glaring at him.

Jimin was left speechless. Jin stood up, banging on the table before leaving. He stared at the retreating figure, thinking what was wrong. Namjoon tried to supress his smile, understanding a bit the reason behind Jin's mood.

"Did something happen?" Jimin mused, attention back to his food.

"He's pissed that's all," Namjoon chuckled.

"You know why," Jimin said.

"Yeah."

"So..."

"Nothing much. You don't need to know,"

And there was no more talk between them.

~TIME SKIP~

Jin looked up when someone knocked at his door. He was a bit surprised to see Hoseok.

"Hi," Hoseok said.

"Hi"

They stared at each other, an awkward silence between them. They broke the eye contact when they noticed it. Jin shifted in his seat and Hoseok ruffled his hair.

"I-"

"Why-"

They looked at each other smiling a bit. They had spoken at the same time.

Jin stood up and welcomed him inside his room. When Hoseok took a seat he asked "You were going to say?"

"Oh yeah, I," Hoseok cleared his throat "want to invite you to a party."

"A party?"

"It's more like business meeting." he explained.

"And you want me to go with you?"

"Actually, I need a partner. So that's why I asked you," Hoseok said. He noticed the uneasiness on Jin's face and said quickly "If you are free that is,"

"When it's going to be?"

"Tomorrow, eight at night,"

"I will make time," Jin nodded.

"Its okay if you are busy, I will just go alone,"

"Why would you do that? Unlike before you have a husband,"

"I don't want to make it hard for you,"

"Something like this isn't hard. I'm not a weak damsel," he argued.

Hoseok bit the inside of his cheek, holding back his comment. Jin opened the door of his room and said in a monotonous tone

"I will be ready for tomorrow husband. Now please leave, I'm busy," 

Hoseok's anger flared up but he silently stood up and left. He gritted his teeth when the door snapped behind him. He walked down the hallway and suddenly punched the wall. He closed his eyes, breathing hard.

'Control yourself.' He thought.

"Got kicked out?"

Hoseok tried to ignore the sarcastic comment  from Yoongi. He glared at him who was smirking at him.

"Fuck off," and he pushed past Yoongi.

A/N

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