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Chapter Twelve

A/N: Long time no update ooff

Joshua

You've always been a liar, Junhui. From the day we met to now, you've always was had something untrue to say. Is it because you have to? Or is it just habit now? Children don't know how to lie until they get taught to. Who taught you Junhui? Who taught you to be the person you are?

It all started when we had our first play date. You broke my toy and wouldn't admit to it. But I saw you. You accidentally yanked off the arm off of my Spiderman figurine and then pushed it back into it's original place.

I acted like it never happened until I accidentally yanked it off too.

You laughed and called me clumsy.

"You broke it didn't you?" I asked calmly.

You shook your head and said, "how could I have broken it? You're the one holding it."

I couldn't argue back because I wanted to keep you as a friend. I had no friends back then, Junhui. And you're still my only friend to this day.

In middle school you told me your family owned a book shop.

I said that that was cool and that I want to own a book shop too. "My father's a doctor," I said like it wasn't cool.

By the end of middle school, I realised that you were probably one of the richest kids. I didn't know about hierarchy until then. I asked my father how much bookstore owners could possibly earn to be able to afford the newest toys and a private driver.

"You'd have to be the king!" My father joked.

"No serously, dad." I said annoyed. "My friend Junhui is like super rich. He always has the nicest stuff at school. Like his pens looked like they are from American or something!"

"Junhui?" My father's cheeky smile fades at the name.

I had forgotten that he'd never met Junhui before. I was always at my mother's house when we had our play dates.

"I call him Jun Junior sometimes because his dad is Junhui too! I've never met him though, that's just what he told me." I rushed my words. "But anyway, how much do bookstore owners make? They must be super rich huh?"

My father just nods.

"Can we own a bookstore one day?" I asked him eagerly.

"Study hard and maybe you'll be able to own one when you're older," he chuckled.

I never mentioned you to my father ever since.

You took me to your bookstore the next day. It was bigger than most, and it wasn't limited to just Korean books.

I wondered how you and your family got your hands on so many foreign books. I never asked though.

In high school we had to do a research paper on mafia's and gangs. Pretty much everybody did foreign mafia's because it was cooler or something.

I decided to go with the crowd and did research on foreign gangs. But I didnt want my paper to be like everyone elses. I dug deep into the internet to find small and not very well known gangs. Unlucky me didn't find much though. I decided to visit your bookstore that night. After what I saw of that place, I was confident to find something.

I found out who you really were that night Junhui.

The shopkeeper wasn't at the counter when I got there so I wandered around and looked through the shelves while I waited for him. I needed him to point out where I could find find a bibliography written by a mafia, if such a thing existed.

I heard the front door open when I was behind a tall shelf which almost touched the roof.

An older man dressed in all white came in with you in tow. You both made your way into the shop and then to the back behind the counter.

I wanted to follow you but the sound of a loud, heavy thud stopped me.

You came out with a bleeding knuckle, Junhui.

I wanted to fear you from that day on but you were so calm with what you had done that I still looked at you the same way. In fact, you were so calm that it made me think you'd done that before.

If you really wanted to hurt me, you'd have done it by now, I thought to myself. I watched as you tried to leave the shop but the shopkeeper came out from the back.

He had a gun in hand, shakily pointing it towards you.

Your expression didn't change one bit. "Shoot me now and not only you, but your family will also be dead after this," you said. You didn't sound threatening at all. You sounded like you were just stating facts.

The shopkeeper lowered his gun, his swollen eyes were slowly turning purple and black. "Please," he begged. "I don't want to be a part of this clan anymore. I want to lead a normal life, I have a child with another one on the way. I don't want their father to have blood stained hands."

"Isn't it too late for that?" You asked.

"I've done everything you've asked me. How can I end this contract?"

"We took you in like family when you had nothing," the man in white says. "There is no contact on family. Family is for life."

The shopkeeper nodded weakly. "I am grateful for everything you've done for me and my wife and kid. But I need this to stop now. I can't sleep at nights anymore with everything I've done just to survive."

"Surviving is just a part of life," you said. You then made your way to the shopkeeper and took away his gun. "If you're not proud for what you've done with the Moon Mafia's then I guess we're not proud to have you either."

I never thought you had that much bitterness in you, Junhui. But I guess that's just how you were raised huh? A liar and a murderer.

You shot a bullet through a man's head that day. The same day I had finally talked to my father about you for the first time since middle school. The same day he told me I had a lost sibling.