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“EUNHA!” I heard my stepfather shout from downstairs. I hurried downstairs. He was drunk again.

“Y-yes f-father?” I trembled, looking at him.

“You murderer. You killed my wife, you *****!” He shouted, taking another sip out of his vodka bottle. “N-no...” I said..

He came closer to me and took another sip out of his bottle. “You deserve to die.” He sneered. I looked at him in fear. Why did he have to treat me this way?

“Your mother spoilt you to the core!” He shouted. He walked towards me and I stepped back, breathing heavily.

I reached the wall and he finished his vodka. Stepfather then broke the bottle on the wall. I knew what was coming next so I tried to escape but he slapped me.

“YOU SLUT!” He striked me with the broken glass bottle, making me howl in pain.

“PLEASE STOP!” I begged.

After a while.

I sat in my bedroom and cried. “Why me..?” I cried whilst treating my wounds.

I then went to bed, skipping dinner.

Morning

I got up at 4am to make breakfast for father and to get ready. I went into my closet and wore this:

“Let’s go!” I said whilst going down the stairs. I went to the kitchen and made breakfast. It looked like this:

I checked the time and it was 6am. I need to get to work soon... I heard footsteps.. oh, it was father. He came into the kitchen and said “Where is my food?!” I bowed and signalled to the food. He did his tie whilst sitting down.

“I’m gonna go now.” I bowed and looked at him.

“Whatever.” He said rudely.

I bowed again and went outside.

You thought that my father provided for me? Oh no.

I had to work in 8 different places for a living. I have dropped out of university for a year because of the fees. I was crossing the road when a car came speeding. I shut my eyes, expecting to feel something but nothing. I opened my eyes. The car stopped and a person was coming out of the car.

“YAH!” The man shouted at me. I bowed and apologised. I looked at the man. He was a tall, handsome man with tattoos:

He had a bruised lip. “Sir, your lip..”

He glared at me and said “mind your own business. Just get lost.”

I bowed again and walked off, still shocked.

Jungkook’s POV//

*Bang*

I looked at the dead man infront of me. Another one killed. My men cleaned up the body for me and then I got a call.

On the phone

Jungkook: Hello?

Namjoon: Jungkook, we’ve got to talk. It’s about Mr Kang.

Jungkook: Hyung, I’ll come over to the office. Bye

I hung up and sighed. “More work...”

People think IT IS EASY being a Mafia and all you do is kill or rob. No you don’t. You have to have meetings, train, make sure your gang is ok and more...

I went into the car and drove over speed as I wasn’t in a good mood. I turned a corner and noticed there was a woman in the middle of the road. I halted immediately and got out of the car. She opened her eyes and looked at me.

“YAH!” I shouted. She bowed and apologised. Why the **** is she apologising?

“Sir, your lip...” she said looking at it.

Oh shit... I glared at her and said “mind your own business. Get lost.” I didn’t know what to say so I immediately was rude. God, I’m such a dumbass.. she walked off.

Jiyoung’s POV//

After working all day, I got back home. It was 7pm. “I’m here father!”

Silence.

Normally, he would shout at me or something but no. I thought it was strange... I guess he isn’t home.

When I got outside my room, I took my top off and was in my sports bra.

When I got in, I froze.

My father was dead, right infront of me.

And... someone was right there.

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