Code of Conduct

PART 2

Forty days passed in a blink of an eye. You don't remember much of what you did during those forty days, you spent most of your time in the confinement of your room, with Jieun and her son, or with the company of the books in the Min library. You had gone out a few times, mostly because Yoongi wouldn't allow you several times. It had irked you the first few times he didn't allow you to leave the estate but you realized he had valid points anyway. The Min family was on rocky waters now that your father was gone and Yoongi was still needed to be voted for by the family to officially become their new Don since he was only acting boss currently. The family was vulnerable, to summarize, and Yoongi didn't need to be worrying whether or not someone had put out a hit on you and shot you to death in the middle of a coffee shop.

So when Yoongi told you that you would be accompanying him along with Jieun, Seokjin, Jimin and a few others to a party thrown by the Mayor to celebrate his birthday—you were shocked but you didn't have time to process it because Jieun excitedly got you ready. You let her decide on everything—what you'll wear, how your makeup's going to be, your hairstyle. It was obvious that she was excited to have another female to do those things with and you could not blame her.

Now you were in a black dress with a plunging neckline that revealed a good but socially acceptable amount of your cleavage, a pair of black heels and jewelries from your mother's collection adorned your ears and neck. You met so many people but you barely remember them. There were politicians, actors, athletes, producers—even professors.

You heaved out a sigh as you drank the remaining of your champagne. You managed to get away from Yoongi before he introduced you to someone again. You leaned against the railing of the balcony, watching the people below mingle and dance with each other. How rich could a mayor be to have this amount of land? It wasn't as big as the estate but it was definitely vast. It hosted about three thousand people. You didn't want to believe it but you knew the mayor must be linked to your family because there was no way that in your three years in the position could you amass this much wealth.

Being among these people, the resentment flooded back in you. Why the hell weren't you just born into a simple family and lived out a simple life? Why the hell were you stuck as a Min?

"Penny for your thoughts?" A voice asked behind you. You knew the owner immediately—Park Jimin.

Jimin was someone that you had grown up with. His father was a caporegime in the family but was assassinated in his own home when Jimin was barely a year old. Your father had him and his mother live on the estate. When he was thirteen, his mother committed suicide—unable to fully move on from the murder of her husband. Since then, your father practically adopted him. He became your friend and close confidant, up until you were sent abroad and communication with him fell off. The two of you were growing up and Jimin had made a name for himself in the mafia, becoming the youngest member to be inducted into the family to become a made man and the youngest to become a capo at age 19.

"Your brother's looking for you." He said when you gave him no response.

You scoffed lightly. "I'm not dead in a ditch somewhere, you can tell him that. I just wanted some air."

"Y/N, he's just looking out for you." Jimin reasoned, approaching you. "You're his sister, the only blood family he has left."

You twirled the glass in your fingers. "I know but Father wasn't this paranoid about me and he's got way more enemies than Yoongi. And speaking of—if he's so worried, why the hell did he take me here and introduced me to those people? It's like he's asking to put a hit out on me himself."

Jimin placed his hands on the railing. "It's his way of telling them that they shouldn't touch you because if they did—he won't stop at nothing to make sure they get the proper consequence."