Deeply Devoted| Yoonmin

Larkspurs

~~~~Park Jimin~~~~
~~~1:39pm| New Motel| Room 187~~~

It's been roughly a week now.

We changed about six different motels now.

Hana's death appeared on the news for two days, they called her murder a suicidal act.

The incident at the café aired on the news stating the gang Void is in Seoul and to keep an eye out for them.

I thought my face would air but apparently the camera's never caught my face just my body but with no audio. Most workers and customers in the café died in the fire and the survivors have been put into server care at hospitals.

I got to know the guys better too.

Through the passing days they tried to get close to me, they put me through initiation, which caused me to get a tattoo.

Nothing big though.

Yoongi didn't want me to get the void logo tattooed on my body.

He said it'll make my body look bad so he didn't do it.

The guys opened a underground drug spot that involved Yoongi giving tattoos.

He told me that lately certain people are getting the same tattoo; there's apparently two new gangs starting up thanks to the Void's actions at the café.

For the guys the last few days was like golden days for them.

For me though...

It's nothing interesting, Yoongi wants me away from the dealing business. I don't like doing much, it seems to all be a waste to me.

So I sit in the motel rooms...

Playing games on the phone Yoongi gave me...

I sometimes felt like a receptionist cause they all would hand me their phones and make me answer calls whenever they got one while they did their jobs.

"Hyung?" The boy with stealthy movements came to my side and shook me slightly.

I forgot to mention....

Yoongi made a deal with a gang leader and I'm stuck paying the price...

At least he sleeps with Jeongguk and Taehyung, just cause Taehyung like little kids.

I have to watch the gang leaders son while the others conversate with the gang leader over some mission I over heard them once talking about.

"Yes?" I smiled sweetly.

I didn't mind the little kid but it suck that he only gets to see my face more than he sees his fathers.

"What're you playing today?" He looked over my shoulder at my phone that displayed a block game.

"Puzzle star. It's fun want to play with me?" I offered the little boy a turn.

He took the phone with his face lighting up with excitement.

"Thanks Jimin hyung!" He clicked the current board I was on and began to play with a focused smiling face.

Age? Nine years old.

Name? Jang Jiyoon.

Born? Daejeon.

Raised? Seoul.

Likes? Games and oddly me.

Dislikes? Being alone.

There's nothing more to this kid. He was really like any other kid who loves the internet and having fun.