Mafia's Property | P.JM ✓

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I sat there, my eyes constantly dancing over those two words.

Two days

One thing I sure knew about my father was his ability to assert himself. If he had a goal, he would do anything to achieve it. This demanding side of his started to get worse when I was just a child, maybe about 9. That was the time when I occasionally heard mom and him argue late at night. The yelling and fighting would go on for 15 minutes after a loud slam of the door brought silence back into the house, only the quiet sobs of mom echoing through the house. Sometimes I would get out of bed and comfort her, yes even stitch her up. But other days I would be to scared to face the damages my own father had done to his wife, my mom. Then it was my older brother's task to look after her. He was four years older than me and understood the situation a lot more than me.

I don't know why they always fought. From my nine year old point of view, my mom was innocent. Always did her best to make both, her husband and her kids happy. But Young Yee was way too irritable. If there was a small, unimportant thing that didn't sit right with him, his emotions got the best of him and he let it out on mom.

Jimin, who was close to my side, had already read the letter when I folded it close and put it on the coffee table.
"What does it say?" Jungkook asked curiously and glanced at the letter on the table.
"You can read it." I motioned at the letter and sighed. I leaned back into the sofa and let Jimin stroke my back. He was just as quite as me, probably thinking about what to do. I was thankful that he didn't say something like "it's okay" or "don't worry". Those words were bold lies and I didn't find them comforting in any way.

"Hah!" Jungkook exclaimed and threw the letter towards Namjoon after him, Taehyung, Yoongi and Hoseok have read it.
"That's the lowest threat I've ever witnessed. Scumbag things he's f*cking Thor, well surprise b*tch you're not so go back to where your shrimp d*ck belongs!"
All of us stared at Jungkook in awe. Where did all the profanities come from? Not even Jin remarked his bad mouthing.

Out of nowhere, a chuckle bubbled up my throat and I quickly covered my mouth when all attention was on me.
"I'm sorry, I just can't take it seriously when you speak like this." I giggled and smiled at Jungkook.

The tension filled air slowly brightened up and everyone joined the laughers.
I suppose the boys were scared that I would take the offending words towards my father personally. Clearly, I didn't. Why would I? Jungkook is right, he's a scumbag with a shrimp d*ck. I'm aware of that and I don't feel any kind of positive feelings towards him. Really, I don't.

He's the cause of my mother's death and so much more, so why would I feel any kind of love for him?

"Jungkook sweatie, please don't talk like that. You're not Joey Badass either, okay?" Yoongi dissed and I chuckled while Jungkook didn't find the remark funny at all.
"Okay stop guys." Jimin finally broke the bickering and laughing with his stern voice. Everyone shut their mouth and Jimin cleared his throat.
"Gigi," Jimin turned to me and it felt weird to hear my real name being used by him. I was used to 'princess', 'baby' or any other pet name.
Nevertheless, I knew why he was doing so.
He wanted to separate the mafia business from our relationship.

"You know your father the best." He stated and I nodded slowly. "I suppose, we can't just ignore his ultimatum, right? Tell me, what do you think happens if we don't hand you over in two days?" Jimin asked, his eyes staring in mine with immense intensity.
"Uhm.." My eyes wandered around the room while I tried to foresee his behavior if I wouldn't return back home.

Flashback, 8 years ago...

"Gi Yee, give me the phone." Dad commanded, holding out his hand for me to place the cheap key-operated telephone in his hand.
"No. Mom gave it to me and said I should keep it for emergencies when she isn't home." I answered quietly and pressed the small device to my chest.
"And I say that you must give it to me. There's no such thing as emergencies when you're home!" His already loud voice started to rise and I could feel the situation escalating. If I wouldn't hand over the phone mom gave me, something bad would happen.
Tears were starting to form on the brim of my eyes. I always hated yelling so much.