They found me.

Chapter 1

A/n: Right yall so what I'm gonna do here is basically right a quote at the start of every chapter that is the funniest/most meaningful thing written in the chapter.

 "We went to visit Peppa Pig."    -   Y/n (spoken)

*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* I hit every target dead in the middle, as always, and removed my ear protection, looking expectantly at my dad for any tips or advice on how to do it better. There's no point in waiting for praise. I've learned that by now.

 "Try holding the gun a bit more toward-" but he was interrupted by one of his members of staff bursting in to the shooting range.

 "Sir! He's back." the man said urgently, wheezing slightly.

 "Shit." I heard my father mumble under his breath as he quickly exited the room, the man following behind. I hung my gun back up on the wall, put my noise-cancelling headphones along with the others and made my way to the play room, where I knew my brother would be.

I chuckled as I walked down one of the many marbled corridors of our huge mansion towards my brother. It was kind of funny how I was practicing killing people while he was watching peppa pig. At least, I found it funny. My sense of humour isn't something everyone understands.

Sure enough, my brother was in there, leaning back on the bright green sofa hugging his green dinosaur plushie. What can I say, the kid loves green. I turned peppa pig off when I realized that he was sleeping. I sat down next to him, gently flicking his hair out of his eyes and marvelling at his cutness. 

I looked at my watch: it was nine pm. No wonder the kid was sleeping, he should have been put to bed two hours ago. I shook my head and sighed at my mother's stupidity, before lifting my baby brother up, taking care not to let his toy dinosaur fall. You do not want to be around when my brother loses his dinosaur, trust me.

I carried him to our room. Yes, I used to have my own bedroom, but when Jiwon was a newborn baby, and I was seventeen, my parents refused to have him sleep in a cot in their room. They said he would keep them awake with all his crying. Well, DUH. He's a baby, of course he's gonna cry.

I wouldn't let them just leave their baby all by himself, so I moved into his room. And I've never left. 

I set Jiwon down gently on his bed and tucked him in. He was already wearing his pyjamas, so thankfully I could put him straight to bed. I turned on his night light, turned off the over head light, and crept out, closing the door silently behind me.

I was hungry from a long day of training, but I honestly can't be bothered to go into the kitchen to get something to eat. I just took a shower in one of the many bathrooms, cleaned my teeth, changed into my pyjamas and snuck back into the bedroom. I lay down and pulled my blanket over me, listening to the sound of my brother's breathing. I know my parents won't  keep him away from the mafia world forever, which is why I will have to run away with him at ome point. I've already tried talking to them about it, but they said any child living under their roof is either a future mafia, or dead meat. 

I sighed thinking about all of these things. After a couple of minutes I heard some rustling around from my sibling's bed, and then the sound of his tiny feet padding across the wooden floor to my bed. I smiled and opened my arms for him. He quickly climbed onto my bed and snuggled into me. 

 "You okay?" I whispered, one of my hands rubbing his back soothingly, the other supporting his head.

 "Yes." He whispered back cutely.

 "Good." I smiled again.

 "Noona?"

 "Hm?"

 "What did you do with daddy today?"

 "We went to visit Peppa Pig." I said nonchalantly, causing him to burst into fits of giggles.

 "Did you really?" He asked, genuine awe in his voice. Aish, this innocent kid.

 "Yeah, of course! And we saw Georgie Pig aswell, and Mr Dinosaur." I told him, knowing these two were his absolute favourites.

 "Really? Are you telling the absolute, one hundered percent, complete, actual truth?"

 "Yeeess...?" I said in a way that made it obvious that I was lying, even though I usually sound more convining when I lie than when I tell the truth. This got me another giggle from Jiwon.

 "You're lying!" He exclaimed. I gasped dramatically and turned my back to him.

 " I can't believe it! My own brother thinks I'm LYING! " I said in an over dramatic tone. He whined like a discarded puppy and tried to pull me over so I was cuddling him again. Of course, he's not nearly strong enough, but I rolled over by myself and pretended that he did it.

 "Wah! Strong boy, how did you do that?!" I excaimed in mock surprise. Jiwon snuggled his face into the crook of my neck and hummed contentfully into the hug.

 "Am I as strong as daddy?" He asked me. Definitely not, our father is one of the world's biggest mafia bosses out there.

 " Yeah, you probably are. " 

 "Am I..." he paused to think. "Am I as strong as... the bogey man?" I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. 

 "The bogey man?"

 " Yeah, the bogey man with the purple swimming shorts. " he said, as if it was the most obvious thing on Earth. Then it hit me.

 "Aaaahhh, you mean the hulk, don't you?" I said, slightly laughing at his renaming skills.

 " Yeah, that fat willy head guy. " I chuckled.

 "No, you're probably not as strong him YET. Maybe when you are a grown-up you will be as strong as him, but for now, please don't try to lift up any trucks."

 " Okaayy... " he agreed cutely.

 "Let's sleep now, baby." I said, even though I know I won't be able to thanks to insomnia. I stroked,, his head in a comforting manner. Soon enough, I heard his tiny snores once again. This poor kid. Our mother spends all day supervising the staff and going shopping, leaving no time whatsoever for her son. Our dad, well, he's busy. Busy with murdering people. Innocent people. It makes me shudder to think of all of those lives being lost for no good reason. Of couse, Jiwon doesn't know what our father does, but dad doesn't make time for him either, so he basically knows neither of his parents.

Thankfully, he has me. I've basically been his step-in "parent" over the last five years, and now, he loves me more than he loves them. And I love him more than I love them too. Our mother frankly doesn't care about us, that's the cold hard truth. Our father only cares about turning us into mafias like himself, evil ones that murder for no good reason.

I wish I had more time for my baby brother. He spends his days playing by himself, only getting to see people when he gets fed lunch and dinner. But I can't. My days are spent training tirelessly, getting up early and often going to bed late. When I'm not training, I'm sleeping. When I'm not sleeping, I'm training. It's just how life is for me. I tell the staff to get my brother to bed by seven, but he just won't listen to anyone else but me. So he gets late nights aswell, and he wakes up early because he wants to eat breakfast with me. I honestly feel bad for this child. 

I just hope our father will spare him from the cruelty that is this mafia world that I am living in.

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ENDING AUTHOR'S NOTE:

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