The Way It Is✔ || KNJ

001

JIAYING P.O.V.

"Dad! Please! Don't make me go to some stupid, noisy, school! Full of idiots who don't shut up!" I whined to my father. He had given me a 'mission' to go to Seoul Wings Highschool for his mafia kiddo group he wants to defeat. My dad, Father, leader of Korea's biggest, most dangerous, mafia group. I was his daughter who helped get to that position. There is another mafia group, close to the position that we are on. The stupid Bangtan group. The highschool idiots who don't stop. I mean, I get them, here am I, maybe even younger than them, killing with no mercy. But either way, they are annoying.

My dad wants me to go to their stupid school we tracked down, except we don't know their damn identities! We don't know whether it's their real or fake. So, it's now my job to find them.
That's not all, I also have to become friends with them, get them to tell me, track them, tell my dad, and I'm done. Which I'm hoping that it won't take long. Of course, while I'm doing my mission, I will have my plans. I wanna have fun as well...

I tried to get my dad to not make me go to Seoul Wings Highschool, but for wanting to catch those idiots, I have to go. Ugh.

He says it will also benefit me. I'm 17, and I'm not in school, I stopped going to school when I was at the age of 14 due to helping my dad being a mafia and in a mafia gang. I'm not mad, I love it. I enjoy it.
He says I need some of my studies. I hate that idea. I was always in advanced classes, since I was in first grade. I learned Highschool level classes when I was 12. It's bullshit. I don't want to go back and do homework, essays, and all that.

If I'm being honest, I was forced to be in my father's mafia gang, but I don't regret it at all. It might be the best decision I ever made. Not that it was a decision I made.

"The choice was made, Jiaying, you're going to Seoul Wings Highschool," he said coldly.

I looked at him with my signature poker face and looked away, walking to my room.

"What did he say?" A voice asked from behind as I was turning the doorknob to my room.

I turn around and see my brother standing there with his hands in his pockets.

"He said I have to go," I respond while pouting.

"Sucks," he teases as he pretends to be sad and have pity for me.

"Oh shut it, Di Di," I spat at him. Di Di, his nickname I gave him. His real name is Hedi. Hedi Wang. My name is Jiaying Wang, but I go by Ying. Except for my father, who states my birth name. For my brother, he's also had many missions like mine, his fake Identity name is Dylan. Though he doesn't go to school anymore, he's 21.

Hedi is my brother, my bestfriend. I could tell him everything, and he'll sit there and listen. He gives me advice.

Though we were born in China, my mother use to be Korean, which gives us 'Korean' blood. She taught us how to speak Korean. So we are fluent at it, as well as the hand writing, hangul.
A few years ago, I moved here to Seoul, South Korea. And began being a mafia with the help of my father and Hedi.

Growing up to be a mafia isn't really easy. I grew up with violence. Seeing death around me. But I got use to it. Really use to it.

Though I have been part of a mafia gang for years now, I have never once had to join a school to track someone.

And I'm not ready one bit for this.

I roughly jump on my bed and lie down, I grab a pillow and hug it really tightly, stuffing my face into it.

I then close my eyes and begin sleeping.
Its currently Friday, in three days, Monday, I go to hell.

---Time Skip To Sunday Night---