Jeon was a feared man; heir to the Haedogje Pa dynasty, many, many of his followers were terrified of him. His father, Hyuk, was the current dictator of South Korea - having come to power after his family got involved with the mafia, and practically took over the entire country in one night. Children were told stories of this man to go to bed.
To outsiders, Hyuk wasn't a dictator at all, but on the inside - to South Korea - he was a fucking tyrant. His son, though?
Worse.
Jeon was not the only powerful man, however. To appeal to those he needed, he kept those with connections around him like pawns. He surrounded himself with others who could follow in his footsteps; should his life be threatened,
they went first.
The youngest of the Jeon Dynasty had few "friends."
He kept a gunman; Jung Hoseok. Hoseok could get people to listen, manipulate people, get them to bow down. Hoseok was valuable.
Hoseok was too strong.
It was why Hoseok was dead. It was why Jeon had put a bullet in his brain in the middle of the night, just as the clock struck twelve, just as a new day dawned.
Or was he?
Jeon needed someone else. Someone who could do his bidding, who could obey his every word, who would follow what he said without a second thought. Someone who wouldn't turn against him. He needed new men who would follow and bend to his every whim. He needed to build his own empire.
Firstly, he needed a lover to make him seem human.
Park Jimin. Son of an engineer, currently working as a stripper under Haedogje Pa's most famous chain - 'Scarlet Letter.'
Jeon met him one night, had sex, and began to convince Jimin that he loved the other, that he'd protect the other, that he wasn't all the media and other citizens of South Korea made him out to be.
"I love you, Jimin, only you." Jeon had murmured into the boy's ear one night, his hand on the boy's waist, his hand moving down to massage at the boy's inner thigh. Jimin's breath hit the pillow as Jeon moved his other hand, running cold fingers up Jimin's back. A shiver left the other and Jeon smirked into the back of the boy's neck, humming. "I would never, ever, do anything to shatter that trust, hm?"
Park Jimin was the backup that Jeon would ever need when it comes to the media. "Head of Jeon's New Fling: Human or Devil?" If others were convinced even in the slightest that he was not as cruel and unfeeling as he was made out to be, he had that much more of an opportunity to manipulate.
Manipulate. Manipulate. Manipulate.
It seemed that was the only thing Jeon knew how to do, and it seemed that was the only way he knew how to survive.
Until he couldn't.
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