mafia's promise

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Jihyun's pov

As i walked inside the house, my thoughts again surrounded me, the same old things, the same old memories, the same old relationships, everything was in front of me today but I had failed to look back and accept them. It was not that I could not do it but the truth was I don't want to do this.

And along with all this, my new responsibilities which I failed to fulfill was also breaking my heart.

As I entered the hall I realised that the house was now quiet and I could see no one except a few servants. I threw my coat on the couch and sat down myself , " where is mom ? " I asked the servent who brings

" The baby was not stopping crying, so ma'am took the baby to a nearby clinic. "

I just hummed in response, gulped down the water and handed him the empty glass before motioning him to leave.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back on the couch, feeling disappointed in myself.

why am I like that i need to take care of her but see here I'm being impatient to complete my work more then taking care of the small baby who need me the most at the time.

I sat like this for a while and then took out my phone.

I can still correct my mistakes, but I still have a lot of work left in which if I make mistakes now, I may never be able to correct them.

I dialed the number of the person on whose trust I have taken such a big risk and have come here where the number of my opponents is not less.

" I need photos of all the famous people of the underworld. Before this evening, do anything but provide me all the information. " I said and disconnected the call, because if a lawyer talks to these numbers for too long, it can lead to trouble.

On the other hand (in rj interprises) with Namjoon

After all the pending work get done, Namjoon found himself pacing back and forth at his desk. What would jin say? Would he be angry? Would he want to discuss my behavior? How will i explain the reckless abandon of my actions from the night before?

Namjoon turned his gaze towards the clock, it was 2:30 now no matter what, he had to leave for home if he wanted to reach on time.

He packed his important things in his bag and walked out of the office, keeping his nervousness aside for now.

When Namjoon finally returned home, dread pooled in his stomach. The warmth of their shared space felt alien as he walked inside, ready to confront whatever awaited him. Jin was seated on the couch, the afternoon sunlight framing him perfectly, but his expression was unreadable.

Namjoon moved towards the couch. With his increasing nervousness, he was not able to understand anything special in Jin's expressions today, reading which perhaps he could have felt better.

Namjoon moved towards the sofa with his increasing nervousness, even Jin's expressions were not understandable to him today, if his expressions were a little clearer then perhaps after reading them he would have been able to understand something and feel better, but whatever. If he has committed a mistake then he will have to bear the consequences too.

he sank into the seat opposite him after throwing his coat on the couch next to him
"Father's not here yet." Namjoon said breaking the uneasy silence to get Jin's attention, who was still busy with his phone, unaware of his presence,

"No, it's only 3 o'clock, he will be here by 3:30" Jin said and became silent again and looked at his phone for a while before putting it away.

Namjoon just nodded and drank the water the servant had brought for him before finding an uncomfortable silence between them again.