Lost Songs •Taejin•

Fire Meets Ice

Jin rakes his crooked fingers through his silky black hair, impatiently. He screamed directly towards the phone, "I had enough of your bullshit! You either pay up or I swear whenever I find your sorry ass, you and your business will be destroyed in the process. Woman, I can fuck up your life just with a snap of my finger. This problem was your fault to begin with so you'll be the one to fix it or you'll go drowning in it. Got it?" He whispered coldly.

"Y-yes sir! R-right away sir. I will solve it quickly as possible!" The 30-something-year-old woman squeaked, before ending the phone call. Jin knowing well that her eyes are blasting sad excuses of tears. Not that he cared about it anyway. The less he cared about his partners' emotions the less problems he had to deal with. He tried caring once, it was awful. There was empty sympathy and no remorse. Just crushed dreams and a ruined paradise.

Jin leaned on his chair and stretched. He sighed heavily, just wanting to get away from all this work. All his thoughts were washed away when there was a hard knock from his door. Must be his secretary, Jimin, pretty much the one of the only people Jin can be himself with and trust. Jimin is shorter than Jin but still well built, with shiny blonde hair, and brown eyes. He has puffy eyes and lips. Jin would be lost without Jimin. They've been childhood friends since they were six. Jimin is the only one who knows about his past.

"Hey, how are you holding up?" Jimin asked concerned, seeing the dark bags under Jin's eyes. He was troubled because he hasn't seen Jin this exhausted since he first started running the company after he left his grandparents' house.

Jin slammed his fist on his desk that it shook, Jimin jumped back a couple of steps. "Sorry, it's just that one of the co-workers fucked up a deal with a very good company to work with. Don't worry, it will be dealt with." He slid his hands down his face, shaking in anger. "She could of fucked up a good things for us! But how are things going on the new game?" Jin questioned.

  Jimin looked down on his IPad, scrolling down on the details, finally looking up, "Well there is some errors on it, but it could be fixed. Don't worry. Dark Path is popular. It's a big hit. Running through the darkest nightmares and trying to fight the monsters inside your head. Truly interesting." His brown eyes, amazed.

"Well, what can I say? It's from experience." Jin said darkly. Turning his chair to the window. Looking at Seoul. Remembering his past once again.

"Jinnie...." Jimin whispered, knowing what Jin was talking about. Looking down to the floor, Jin was sensitive to the topic but he always brings it up at some point, no matter how much it abusives him.

Jin shook his head. "Sorry. I can't let this go. It keeps.. haunting me. I don't even know who murdered my parents. It frustrates me so much. I was weak. I couldn't save them. At the end I couldn't even save myself." He digs his fingers into his palm, drawing blood. Jimin saw this and kneeled next to him, holding his hand, not caring if the blood got on him too.

  "Jin, listen to me, alright." Jimin looked straight into Jin's eyes. "That wasn't your fault. You were only six years old! What else could you done?! Probably have three people killed instead of two. No matter how you think about it, you couldn't have saved them. Whoever did this, we will get capture them and succeed, not like the police did." Jin nodded his head slowly.

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  After being the cold CEO boss was done, Jin headed home finally. Jimin and him walked together down to their cars. They hugged and waved goodbye. Jin got into his car, looked into the review mirror, Jimin was right, dark blue and purple circles under his uneven eyes, Hell, his puffy lips where cracked and skin paler than usual. Jin leaned on his seat and sighed. What's happening to him? Jin erased his questions off his mind and started his car.

Walking slowly and tirelessly, towards his apartment, pulling out his keys. He spotted a light brown haired person, he never seen before. But decided not to be interested, considering his trust issues. Sliding his keys in the knob, someone tapped on Jin's shoulder. Irritated, Jin turned around, ready to lash out, whoever it was. He stopped himself looking at the handsome young man, maybe a bit taller than him, light brown hair, tanned. Looking at his features, he was definitely muscular. Jin snapped out his train of thought when the stranger said, "Like what you see?" He smirked.

Even more pissed off, Jin snapped, "In your dreams. Plus, who do think you are? Touching me without my permission?!  Piss off! Who are you anyway?!" Jin slightly yelled.

"Woo, there. Calm down. I'm your new neighbor. Kim Taehyung." He smiled politely.

"How could even afford this place? You must be very rich or something." Jin said disappointment. "Bothersome.." Jin mumbled softly, hoping Taehyung didn't hear.

Taehyung raised his eyebrow, never seen me around. In magazines or television. He crossed his arms.

"I don't see the point of reading magazines at all. Troublesome and I never pay attention to the commercials on television." He rolls his eyes. "Should I know you?" Jin questioned him. "You don't seem interesting, at all."

"Wow. Rude much?" Jin shrugged. "I'm known as a Gucci model." Jin scoffed. "What?"

"Nothing, besides hearing such a ridiculous job. A model. Couldn't you pick anything else?" Jin answered. Taehyung was taken back. He was quite offended as well. He body took over him and he cornered Jin, placing both hands on the wall, trapping him. Jin was shocked.

"What's that? Is this a joke to you?" Taehyung asked. "I take my job seriously, probably better than you do."

Jin rolled his eyes, unaffected. "Please, I work my ass off everyday. Day and even late at night. I made enemies throughout the years too. But that doesn't stop me from doing my duty. So, don't even tell me, how much work I put into my damn job!" Jin pushed Taehyung, forcefully. He stumbled but gained his balanced back.

"What? Are you sure that you don't rely on your mommy and daddy on your problems, spoiled rich boy?" Officially pissed off. He couldn't help himself and didn't think about his words. Jin did hear ever word he said and that's when something broke inside of Jin. A darkness. Taehyung crossed the line bringing up his dead parents. Jin's eyes went black and punched Taehyung straight in the face. He fell on the ground, not believing what just happened. He looked up to Jin who had a murderous look in his eyes.

"Don't ever think of breathing out a word about my parents ever again! Got it? If you do, I swear that you'll be torn apart from me. Also, don't even think I don't give a shit about my job! I take it seriously." Jin unlocked his door, before shutting it close, he looked at Taehyung one more time and said, "You had a choice, I didn't.." and finally slammed it closed.

Taehyung was dumbfounded and didn't understand what he meant. He didn't have a choice? He slowly got up and went into his apartment. Closing the door and flopped on his couch. A bad first meeting and he still didn't get his name.

Now that Taehyung has a better conscience, he starts to rethink about how his neighbor punched him in the face. His mind slowly remembering, that if his new cold hearted neighbor was crying...? Taehyung probably let his emotions get out of control and triggered something in him. He should go apologize tomorrow and maybe he'll find of his name.

Even though Taehyung was punched by his neighbor and lost his temper, he couldn't help but think, before passing out, that he was totally attractive.

A new challenge perhaps?  He might get burned later on.