PROLOGUE

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A man in his 50s is standing in a huge room with a cigarette. He lights it and starts to smoke. He stares at a man in his early 20s.

The young man says, 'Park Ji-Sung-nim, it's done.'

Mr Park blows the smoke and says, 'Good. Jung Hoseok, we gotta go.'

Hoseok bows to Mr Park and says, 'Yes, sir.'

Mr Park begins to walk as he smokes. Hoseok follows him. Another man who appears to be the same age as Hoseok follows Mr Park—they appear to be the bodyguards of Mr Park.

Hoseok whispers, 'Make sure that Jimin-nim doesn't know, Namjoon-ah.'

Namjoon nods once in response.

Mr Park asks, 'Where's Park Jimin?'
Hoseok answers, 'He must be in his room, Ji-Sung-nim.'
Mr Park says, 'You're not just my bodyguard. You know that I pay you to keep an eye on my son.'
Hoseok says, 'Yes, sir. He's in his room.'
Mr Park says, 'Ask him to meet me within ten minutes.'
Hoseok says, 'Yes, sir.'

Mr Park walks into another huge room and sits on the couch. He crosses his legs and gives the almost finished cigarette to a lady. He gestures for something to another lady; she hands over a glass of alcohol to him. He starts to sip on it and leans to the couch.

A beautiful man in his 30s wearing a black blazer pushes the door of the room open and walks in. He bows to Mr Park and stands still in front of him.

Mr Park says, 'Park Jimin... My son...' and gulps the alcohol. He gives the empty glass back to the lady and leans forward. He continues, 'I have something to talk to you about.'

Jimin breathes deeply and says, 'Tell me, father.'

Mr Park says, 'I heard that you sent off your bodyguard.'
Jimin says, 'I don't want a bodyguard, father.'
Mr Park says, 'You need a bodyguard, Jimin-ah. Understand the difference between "want" and "need" first.'

Jimin rolls his eyes in response.

Mr Park continues, 'If you roll your eyes like that in front of me once again, I'll have the guards dig out my own son's eyes.'
Jimin says, 'I don't even go out. Why do I need a bodyguard?'
Mr Park says, 'You're the son of a mafia king. You're supposed to have a bodyguard even if all you do is stay in your bedroom all day and night.'

Jimin says, 'It's not like I'm involved in your illegal activities.'
Mr Park says, 'The money for the food you eat is from the illegal activities I do, brat.'
Jimin says, 'I'm disgusted to swallow the food I eat every day.'

Mr Park stands up and steps closer to Jimin. He holds Jimin's cheeks with his one hand and digs his fingers into Jimin's cheeks. Jimin winces as he groans faintly.

Mr Park says, 'The drugs I sell, the women I sell and the murders I commit... Everything is for you, bastard.'
Jimin says, 'Eomma wouldn't have let you do all this. That was why you killed her.'

Mr Park tightens his hold on Jimin's cheeks and exclaims, 'Son of a filthy whore, shut the fuck up!', making Jimin flinch.

Mr Park clenches his jaw and says, 'Your new bodyguard will be here. I'll be the only one who has the authority to fire him. Am I understood?'

Jimin blinks as he nods once. Mr Park lets go of Jimin and walks out of the room. Hoseok and Namjoon follow Mr Park.

Hoseok spares a glance at Jimin—his cheeks are red as well as his eyes. The latter sobs silently and sheds tears to the floor.

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