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Mafia 2.4: This is getting shittier

1 month later

The weeks have passed and I don't even realize that it has been a month now since I've moved to the south aisle of the Kim mansion. I'm currently in the car with Jungwon who is telling me about a gala that I must attend.

I roll my eyes.

I am in a wheelchair for god's sake. I don't have a freaking place at a gala. I can't even dance for the love of gods. Jungkook insists, that I must be his first dance. I don't know about that to be really honest...

I've continued to work for Namjoon and I've been living in another aisle with my parents. I don't meet the guys that much except...well.

Jin.

I was so surprised when I saw him that first night. I didn't except the oldest leader of the mafia king band to volunteer to sleep beside me. It was kind of crazy at first and hard to get a wink of sleep. But then Jin...opened up.

Flashback

"Wait what are you doing here?"

"I'm not allowed in my own mansion?" Jin smiled as he sat down on the bed

I watched the man in awe. He was truly handsome. No one could oppose the statement that he was someone beautiful. If you'll met him in the street, you would think that he is either a model or an actor. Nobody would think he is a mafia.

"It's not that...it is just unexpected." I whisper too surprised to really say something smarter

"Sung asked for a man whore. Does that mean it was a demand he made beforehand?" Jin wondered

I blinked. 

He was still a mafia after all. Not hesitatiion in taking advantage of my surprise. He just sits there with his piercing eyes, like an eagle ready to  catch his prey from high in the sky. I find myself pierce under that stare.

"Does that mean that you used to be one?" I decide to counter with that answer

Jin's gaze blurs for a moment as that question is asked. Usually he would get rid of anyone who is asking that kind of question. The question of his past. However, he knows that if he wants to make her, this fragile girl, a good pawn, then he has no choice but to reveal...things.

"Maybe." 

I don't push him to answer further. I see that the subject is rather sensitive. Furthermore, I will get nothing from asking him more personal question. 

"Maybe." I repeat 

End Flashback

That was the first night. Our sole conversation the first night. Each night of the first week was like this. None of us wanted to reveal too much to the other, it was tiring me even more than I already was at the time. 

However, giving up was out of the question.

He cracked. 

Jin was the son of a prostitute. He was raised in a brothel, first he served the drinks and slowly due to his handsome features, he began serving the people. Until...

Until his mother died to the hand of another prostitute. Not even a client. But a fellow of the same brothel, who got jealous of the sucess the son and mother combo got. I'm not too sure it was something to be jealous off. 

I said that to Jin. His smile widened. Working in the brothel showed him how to manipulate people through their desires. Far from nightmarish, he considers it a gift. Never once was he forced to do something he didn't want to.