𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬 | VMINKOOK

A Watchmaker's Son

3 years later

1917

"Oh for fuck's sake George, how difficult is it to aim and shoot a single sitting woman!? She was sitting for crying out loud! Vaffanculo!"

"Mi dispiaci, sir Park, but Benny thinks we might have another chance tonight. She's going to a party with--"

"George, just make sure she's dealt with today. No funny business, capiche? She knows too much."

"Yes, boss, of course, boss, I will contact you when it is done."

"Va bene." I slammed the phone down with enough force to dent my nightstand and balled my fists. "Goddammit," I muttered under my breath. These were supposed to become made men one day and they couldn't even manage to get rid of one defenseless woman.

I hated having to bring work home, but my father was occupied with the bank, and decided to entrust the small task of making some stupid witness disappear to me.

George and Benny, my underlings, as you could call them, were the two most idiotic men I'd ever met, but I needed them to get the job done. I couldn't risk it to sneak out into the night and kill that woman myself. In Italy I might've been able to get around unnoticed, but not in America. I was far too infamous for that around here...

I dropped myself in my chair and exhaled a long breath, rubbing my temples as the stress of managing braindead crooks started to get to me.

A part of me wanted to ring for Tae and have him massage all of my anxiety away, but I knew I would only end up outing all of my frustrations onto him. I'd only returned from Calabria yesterday. I needed more time to acclimatize.

I moved the lace curtains in front of my window to the side and peeked at the weather outside. It was July. And it was such a bloody hot one it felt like Satan was giving me a little appetizer of Hell.

"Hmm..." I cocked my head at the vibrant green oaktree standing in front of my house, and the shade it provided onto my front yard. "I could go out and read for a while... but then again, I havent found another book to--"

I fell quiet when I noticed an unkown boy wondering onto my property, looking lost and confused like a toddler without it's mother.

"What in the world..." I muzed, narrowing my eyes at the stranger when he kept coming closer and closer to the front door. "A beggar?" I wondered, touching my lower lip. "Or-- wait-- isn't that, oh... the new butler, of course..."

My argument with my father had been short and abrupt, but I did make it quite clear to the man that I had absolutely no need for another servant. I never hosted any dinner parties and I'd gotten very used to dressing myself, but my father wouldn't be my father if he didn't ignore my wishes.

Jungkook was his name, if I remembered it correctly. He was a watchmaker's son, which could end up coming in handy. That old pocketwatch my father passed down to me still needed fixing, so maybe I could get him to help me out with that...

The boy at the door looked around after knocking, as it didn't seem like there was anyone nearby to let him in.

I hoped the kid wasn't expecting a warm welcome, because no one in my household still remembered how to do the jobs they'd initially been hired to do.