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A/n: OK chikitiy-dickities I just wanna clear the air very quickly. Firstly, I'm still gonna write the jimin×tina story. I just wanted to write sum quick depressing shit ya know? Second, story based off me, sitting up at 3am thinking "I should write a fic where I try to be gorey asf"  N here we are. Third, instead of my usual 'soft' aesthetic I'm gonna use more gorey n grunge shit . that's it so yeah

Editing Tina: please excuse my chapter formations I'm really tryna cram majority of the past and important bits into two chapters. I kinda want this story to be less than ¹⁴ chapters. Anyways excuse the gore and enjoy this mess.

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"Mr. Kim I swear I-"

The underlings words weren't voiced before Vantaes pistol sounded off in the quiet room. The people in the room were stood stock still while the woman in the back wall was a mess of tears and makeup. She was clutching a sleeping baby to her chest.

"Vantae sweetie stop this madness!" She said backing against the wall as the man she was calling for inched closer to her, gun raised.

"Haewon put my son down." He said solemnly reducing haewon  to a crawling, stuttering mess.

"It was a mistake darling I didnt mean it! I just wanted affection!" She cried out trying to crawl away from vantae. But it was too late.

"If you try to sleep with me and worm though my empire your not deserving of life." He said, aiming the gun to her head and shooting, her body hitting the ground with a heavy thud.

'Hopefully that didn't hit taehyung' vantae thought as  The bundle that was taehyung started crying and moving atop his mother lifeless chest.

"Jeon?"

"Yes sir?"

"Take my son to his nanny and someone get rid of these two." He said gesturing to the lifeless body's as he lit a ciggerate in the dark room.

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"Jeon why would you wake me up at the devils hour, this time?" Dalia asked a look of irrational anger on her face. 

"As long as your mafia property you can't complain-"

"None of you niggas own me. Now why are you here?"  said holding a stray chopstick at jeons throat.

"Calm down, calm down. Watch taehyung. Vantae had to take care of haewon." He said pushing the baby in her arms.

Dalia felt her mouth go dry at the thought of her boss taking out his own wife. She kept a tight hold of taehyung and tried to tuck him into her bathrobe. "How am I supposed to watch a mafia heir in a apartment on the boonies of Seoul?" She seethed at the taller man.

It was against vantaes rules for Dalia. She could never take care of his heir in the destitute of a place she refused to call home.

"Shit. Okay hurry up and get downstairs, you'll have to stay in the baby's room." Jeon said grabbing her wrist and dragging her down a flight of stairs. Dalia would have never imagined she'd have to go all the way back to the luxury home of vantae just minutes before midnight.

"Did he say it was alright?" She asked from the back of the car, consoling taehyung. Jeon started the car and sighed "He didn't say, but vantae can't get to mad. Your practically raising his son while he galavants around shooting whores." Jeon says trying not to let his anger affect the brown woman in the back or his driving.

"Could I be-" Dalia was cut off by the baby crying causing her to bounce him in the backseat. "Shh shh shh its okay taetae." She cooed softly , the crying getting softer.