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first of all, your reaction made me shy and excited at the same time, like, did anyone really like it enough to have that reaction? oh god! 🥹

ok, come on. we hope everyone is ok and that nothing happened (or did it?). no spoilers here, i'll hold back. but ok, i don't have a plan to post the second part, but i have a lot of things organized to start writing. i'm starting to connect one thing to another to form the chapters and try to make it all a single part, without making it part 3... can i do it? hmmm.

i hope you're here to read and follow this. and i also hope you enjoy reading as much as i'm enjoying writing <3

detour plans | pjs

pairing: mafiaboss!jay x mobster's daughter fem!reader genres: angst, almost nothing fluff, smut wc: 9.2k+

꒰ 𝅄 warnings ꒱ : swearing, description of not-so-explicit fights. mention of crimes, robberies. mention of blood, weapons. rivalry between mafias, kidnapping, bohr is yn's last name. mention of themes such as prostitution (but i'll try not to describe so much about it, but if i do, i'll put it in the warnings). lmk if i missed anything.

꒰ 𝅄 synopsis ꒱ : jongseong wanted to avenge his father's death and his disrespect for the patriarch's bed, and the best plan he could think of was to take revenge and kidnap the daughter of his greatest rival. he just didn't realize that his plans would take a different path, one he had never thought of.

꒰ 𝅄 notes ꒱ : joining my baby's request @hoonprksung. i wanted to make the story into a single part, but i can't. my mind flies away and i always end up writing more than i should, so... welcome to the first part (i can't call it a synopsis, can i?). i hope you like it!

꒰ 𝅄 part 2 | masterlist ꒱

“So, did you do what I asked?” Jongseong’s voice echoed throughout the room, making the boys stop everything they were doing to pay attention to the man who had just arrived.

He commanded respect not only for his title as the boss of that mafia but also for the way he behaved in front of people. Jongseong was respected for his tone of voice, and for how he could deal with situations the same way his father did when he was alive. Maybe with a little less empathy since it was rare to see a small smile or even a second chance in the boy’s eyes.

“We did, boss” Heeseung replied in a sarcastic tone, raising one of his eyebrows as he wiped the only drop of sweat from his temple that was about to run down.

Jongseong let his rigid posture falter a little, rolling his eyes as he approached his best friend. Calling him boss was a way of bothering him even though he was Park's right-hand man in everything he did in that place, in the middle of that world he was introduced to without having the chance to choose whether he wanted to stay or not.

Heeseung welcomed him because that was how it was with him too. The Lee family was allied with the Park family, so growing up with Jongseong hadn't been a choice, but staying and making him practically a brother was the best choice he made in life even more so because Park decided to stay that he allowed Heeseung to be the only one there.

“Then I want you to report it, please” he said. “Or do you want me to bring Charlotte and Hunter here to threaten them into talking?” with the look of fear on his men's faces – even though Heeseung was the only one trying to hide it – Jongseong smiled.

The mention of the two Park mafia dogs was synonymous with respect and empowerment. Charlotte was a wolf-dog with a physical build that none of them had seen before. Defined muscles and very well-groomed caramel and white fur, while Hunter was a Doberman who, standing up, was almost as tall as Heeseung. Fast as a rocket and as brave as Jongseong. The owner's personality, anyone who knew him would answer.

“You can let your children rest, they worked hard today” Sunghoon sighed, a little more tired than usual. He sat in the chair in front of him and took a deep breath, running his hand through the sweaty strands as he pulled out the small notebook that was on the table in front of him.

Showing images from the security cameras for Chief Park to analyze every step of that day.

Jongseong approached with slow, careful steps until he leaned one of his hands next to Sunghoon, looking at the screen he had just opened.

The time indicated eleven in the morning, the estimated time he asked his men to move on that mission. A little too early for what they were all used to, but if it had been a little later, there might not have been enough time to do what he had in mind.

As the footage played, Jongseong managed to see the moment Heeseung entered that restaurant, wearing elegant clothes, but not as conspicuous as anyone could see. He sat down next to the table of that day's target, alternating his gaze between the seated figure and the cell phone in his hands.

The footage remained still for several seconds until the person stood up, and walked towards the bathroom. And it was at that moment that Jongseong's heart beat a little faster. He knew he knew that his best friend would not hesitate when he stood up and walked behind. Not long after, the footage was turned off without showing that he had reached his destination or done what had been proposed.

“Heeseung” Jongseong called. His eyes were still glazed over in the dark reflection of the computer screen, showing only him and Sunghoon at that moment. He saw the boy exchange a quick second of glances with him, before turning and facing the others present there “What happened after that?”

“Riki cut the camera feed so I wouldn’t get caught,” he leaned back on the table, taking a deep breath. “She was a pain, man.”

“What do you mean?”

“Maybe her dad trained her on how to react to a kidnapping,” it was Sunghoon’s turn to answer, closing the laptop screen and getting up from his chair. “Hee and I almost couldn’t get her to sleep and put her in the car.”

It was going to be difficult. Jongseong knew that when he decided he would have to kidnap the daughter of his biggest rival in the mafia world. He was aware of how much the plan, planned for two whole months, could go wrong if they didn’t do things meticulously.

“Were you followed?” he asked.

“No car, no sign” Sunghoon said once more. “We had Jake’s cover along with Keeho and we took a completely different route to get to the mansion. We weren’t followed.”

Great, he thought to himself. He was proud of how well he had trained his men, some even considering them his friends besides Heeseung, who was practically his brother. Even so, Jongseong was still a little apprehensive because things had changed at the last minute.

Kidnapping the daughter of a mafia boss would never be easy, especially for someone who had reasons to hate the Park family. He knew that revenge was not easy, but Jongseong did not want to let what his father had tried to do all his life go unpunished.

The patriarch wanted to kill Stephen Bohr, from the Bohr mafia family. He was the worst in that circle, denouncing his rivals, making them fall one by one as if they were not part of that scheme. If things didn't work out the way he wanted, boom. It was the end for that family that had gone head to head with him.

Jongseong felt his blood boil just remembering Bohr's disrespect and disloyalty. How he became his father's rival, just because he didn't want to be part of the worst schemes involving shady things. He felt like vomiting just remembering vague mentions of prostitution involving minors and even kidnappings of girls who were going to school and were never seen again.

That was the fetish of the most disgusting and grotesque man Jongseong had the displeasure of knowing. That's why he so easily became a rival of the Park family and many others, but because of his influence, no one dared to do anything, for fear of the empire falling and being denounced.

But Park didn't. He wanted to see Bohr crumble. He wanted that disgusting, disgusting and rude man to be hit in the worst possible way, for everything he had done that went beyond what Jongseong's family believed and followed.

It wasn't normal to be part of the mafia, it wasn't a clean job, but many things could be spared and he knew that Stephen didn't care about any of that. He just needed something that could hit him as hard as it had hit him when he heard that news, when he realized how much Bohr wanted to bring down his father for not accepting to invest millions in that disgusting scheme, almost costing his life twice.

“Where did you put her?” he asked after a very contemplative moment, analyzing everything that had happened until he reached the present moment.

“In the dark room, she was the only one available” Heeseung answered “She wasn't awake the last time we went to check on her.”

“Okay, I'll go see her.”

“Are you sure?” Sunghoon asked, looking deeply at Jongseong. Going to see her could be the moment you could wake up and finally recognize him. Bohr must have said about the Park family, for sure. Or omitted much of the scheme since her father saw her as an untouched princess. The immaculate one of the family that no one had the right to get close to.

That's why Jongseong planned to kidnap you in the first place because regardless of your father's dirty and disgusting thoughts, he treated you as if you were the only woman to be respected in the universe. Maybe Bohr's Achilles heel, so it was the hardest thing he had tried to do since he took over the leadership of the Park mafia after his father passed away.

There was no way he could get close to you given all the security and how your father kept you, but no one was prepared to accompany you to a simple lunch on a random Wednesday, at a fancy restaurant that you usually went to alone because no one knew that place.

Only Jongseong, after observing you for months, sees your routine like a disgusting stalker would. But he just wanted to be sure what your routine was and at what times you would be less protected so he could act, put the plan into action, and make your father suffer just like he had done to so many other people.

"What if she recognizes you?" Heeseung asked.

“I’ll introduce myself properly and tell you why I did this” he replied, stepping away from the table and walking towards the door of that room. But before leaving, he turned to the two boys who were still there. “And in the worst-case scenario, if she doesn’t behave, Hunter and Charlotte will have a feast for dinner tonight.”

He gave a small smile before leaving, leaving a chill running down Heeseung and Sunghoon’s spine. Not because the threat was empty and untouchable, but because the two of them knew what Park Jongseong was capable of doing.

The only light in that room was the dim bulb of the small rusty chandelier, casting a shadow on any silhouette that stood against it.

Your head was throbbing, as if you had been run over five times, back and forth. Your entire body was hurting, and what was more, you felt afraid. Like never before in your life.

Living in the environment your father chose to live in had consequences, and one of them was that you were always alert, far from danger, and consequently, afraid. Because the next day was uncertain, or even if it would come. There was no way to predict it. One day you would be sleeping in your warm, cozy bed, and the next you wouldn't even know if you would be there to tell the story. Especially since you were the daughter of a mafia boss.

Your years of life were made up of staying away from danger, learning to defend yourself, and trying to identify any hint of wrongdoing around you. Knowing who approached you willingly or out of interest, when you could leave the house, and who you would be with. Everything around you was controlled by your father and the men who worked for him. But unfortunately that morning it hadn't been that way.

You just wanted to have lunch at the best restaurant in the area, after all, it was fancy without attracting too much attention and you knew you could go there without any security because no one knew you were a regular there.

Well… That's what you thought until the last time.

Your father had many enemies in this circle, many people who would give anything to get their hands on him… But you? At least you were seen as often as he was. You hadn't even been mentioned in any meeting, only people close enough to him knew about the existence of Stephen Bohr's only daughter.

But a lot of things weren't adding up there, because someone knew about your existence. Someone knew who your father was and, even worse, the restaurant you frequented and when you frequented it. So they were keeping an eye on you, but for how long? And why?

The creaking of the door in the background made you wake up, open your eyes, and curl up a little more wherever you were. What you had learned was that, in that situation, you should stay still and try to identify a voice, if someone was alone or if they were going to talk while you pretended to still be asleep. But you had been through so much in the last few hours that everything you had learned had gone down the drain.

Your back quickly found the wall to support yourself, you looked around noticing that you were sitting on an old and worn mattress, so thin that you could almost feel the floor. Your eyes quickly scanned the room until stopping at the tall silhouette that had entered at that moment.

“How wonderful, you're awake!" an imposing, deep, and serious voice was being directed at you. A wave of shivers ran through your body as the man slowly approached. You didn't know if you were still afraid or anxious to see who was there.

The short walk to where you were wasn't long, but he had made sure to take as long as possible until the dim light in the room reached your entire body and face, thus revealing who was behind it.

“I'm glad to meet you in person, Miss Bohr” he smiled at you.

A smile that made your entire body freeze. It was cold, calculating, and devoid of any good feeling. You shrank a little more, noticing the restriction of your feet that, when your eyes ran over the area, you noticed they were tied.

"What do you want?” your throat burned as you asked, you had certainly not used your voice for so long. The last time you remember speaking or asserting your voice was when you felt large, strong hands grabbing you in the restaurant. You screamed, even with something covering your mouth as you were taken out of the establishment through the back door.

The man laughed darkly, even more than his previous smile. Walking a little further, he lowered himself to your body height, almost sitting on the floor with you.

“I want to make your father’s life hell” he widened his smile a little more after the startled reaction you had. It seemed that any negative response to what he said or did fed that bad ego a little more.

“I—” you stuttered, trying to find words that could help you in some way. How could you save yourself from that?

“You’re his only weak point, let’s face it” The man forced one of his knees to the floor, while the other leg was bent to balance his body a little more in that position “And since your father got involved in a dirty scheme and disrespected my father’s deathbed, I need to make him pay.”

“By kidnapping me?” Your voice came out shaky, your throat burning again as a ball of saliva formed in your mouth with the urge to cry when your eyes began to burn. “What do I have to do with what my father did?”

“I hope nothing” He didn’t take his eyes off you, even though he wasn’t making any movement. It seemed like that man wanted to study every little part of you to have some advantage because you didn’t know how long you could be stuck there. “But this is the only way to make him pay for what he did.”

“And what did he do?”

You noticed how his jaw – well-defined and sharp – twitched at your question. So you had no idea of the rottenness your father had gotten himself into beyond what he was showing you.

Jongseong wondered how much Stephen had told you if he knew anything at all. Meanwhile, your bright eyes almost made him falter. Because he only had you as the weak point of the man he wanted to take down, this was the only way to make him pay for everything wrong.

“If he didn’t tell you, do you think I should do it? Under these conditions?” he asked. For the first time, he looked away from your face to focus on any corner of the dimly lit room.

At that moment, your vision became blurred because you didn’t know if you were crying out of fear or because your father was hiding much more than you knew. Leading to them kidnapping you because of it. The man didn’t even notice that you let a few tears escape, or if he did, he didn’t comment out loud much less showed any regret for what he had done.

“I— Please tell me what my father did” you sobbed softly, begging for who knows what, you just wanted to know “I won’t tell him anything if I find out.”

“I know you won’t tell anything.” That gaze stared at you again, coldly and fixedly. Causing a shiver all over your body as he became serious for the first time, but the glow in his eyes was different from yours. “Otherwise I’ll have to silence you.”

“Killing me?” came out before you could even think to say it. He denied it vehemently, sighing slowly.

“Giving one part as a gift to your father and the other to Charlotte and Hunter.”

“And who are Charlotte and Hunter?” you asked, almost regretting it when you saw a glimpse of approach. An almost subtle movement on his part as he leaned in a little, a mischievous smile threatening to appear on those small, well-shaped lips.

Your eyes returned to his eyes when you saw him open his mouth to respond, but quickly shut up when fierce barking was heard a little further away, showing that those animals were approaching.

“They will be our greatest companions in the coming times,” he replied. “Treat them well or you will be dinner.”

What you thought would be just a few days locked up in that poorly lit place, that your father would soon find a way to call one of his men to get you out of there… Turned into weeks. Your only human interaction was with the person who came to bring you meals with a simple wave and your thanks in return.

That man with the devilish features and the darkest smile you had ever seen hadn't come to see you for many days. Not that you were counting on that, but you honestly thought you would be dog food after the first – and only – time you two had seen each other. If he wasn't there to scare you, then had he gone after your father?

And speaking of the older man, you hadn't even heard about him, listened to his voice. Nothing about your father was mentioned when anyone came in there. It seemed like the men weren't allowed to talk to you, or they had nothing to talk about since you didn't speak to any of them.

But what if your father had given up looking for you? Or he had no clue where you were? Because the guy who took you there seemed very smart and younger than anyone you'd ever seen in that environment. Not that you had contact with many people, but you don't remember someone like him working with things like that.

The sound of the door locks made you stop analyzing the whole situation, stop thinking about the reasons and circumstances, and focus on who was coming in. The precise steps towards you as the boy brings a tray with things that you would take a while to eat. He placed it on the rusty table a little further away from the mattress you were on, the thud against the iron making your body shrink a little.

As soon as he put the object down, he approached you slowly until you finally recognized him. It was the dark-haired man from the first time he was there. He looked even more serious, his face completely wrinkled as he ran one of his hands over his sharp jaw.

“Your father is an idiot,” he said suddenly, taking you by surprise with the slightly louder tone that echoed throughout the room. “He thinks he can corner my friends, the men who work for me, and still get away with it.”

“You—” your eyes suddenly burned, and your chest began to hurt at the thought that that man could have done something to your father. “Did you do something to him?”

“Not yet” his gaze made you more and more afraid, but this time you wanted to try to find some other feeling other than something bad. You wanted to understand the real reason why he hated your father so much.

He didn't wait for you to give any response after that, so he quickly approached the food tray to pick up the plate that had been prepared and the glass of juice. He bent down again right in front of you to hand you the meal.

Jongseong didn't even roll his eyes anymore when you refused to eat, remembering the many untouched meals he received back after his friends came to you to feed you.

“Eat” he practically ordered, gently pushing – or at least trying to – the plate onto the small mattress, trying not to knock anything over.

“No, I—” you cringed a little more “You did something to my father and now you're feeding me… This could be poisoned and—”

“I've been feeding you for weeks, Bohr” he finally rolled his eyes, snorting at your attitude at that moment “If I was going to poison you, I would have done it already.”

"But today is the second time you've come to see me since you kidnapped me." “Oh, so daddy’s little girl noticed my absence?” He seemed a little bolder and more convinced now. It was your turn to roll your eyes, even though fear was coursing through every drop of your blood.

“Please, just tell me what you did to my father,” you begged, not even caring if he would listen to you or not. Trying could be worth it while he was there.

“Only if you eat,” he replied. “I want to have the pleasure of killing you if the time comes, I don’t want you to starve to death before then.”

You prayed mentally that your stomach wouldn’t give you away at that moment, trying to appear as strong as possible in the face of that situation. It wasn’t like you had gone without food all that time, but eating as little food as possible from a completely unknown place was the best thing to do.

Your eyes were fixed on the man in front of you, he also held your gaze the whole time, as if he was waiting for something to say from you. Some movement, a request. And when it didn't come, Jongseong sighed loudly and reached out to grab the bread that was there. He cut a generous piece with his fingers, placing the largest half on the plate, while the other half, he chewed with a little anger without taking his eyes off you.

“See? No poison, Bohr girl” he was still chewing as he spoke, cleaning the corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue before feeling a slight numbness in his legs from the position he was in. Then he decided to sit in front of you on the hard, cold floor “Now eat if you want to know things about your father.”

You had never seen anyone as crazy as Stephen Bohr, but that man in front of you made everything fall apart as you watched him. The way he carried himself, the way he talked about his father, and even when he talked to you in the few days he showed up there. Everything was strange.

It didn't seem like a deal made between the two of you, but if he had fulfilled his part by showing that he didn't want to poison you with the food he offered, you could give in a little and eat. Both because you were very hungry and also because you wanted to know about your father. Weeks without news and without knowing if he was that worried, so that man should say something.

Your eyes looked away for a few seconds to look at the half-eaten snack, taking that part and slowly bringing it to your lips. The first bite felt surreal inside your mouth and the mix of flavors was incredible.

“Did you like it?” he asked with a hint of compassion that bordered almost on pride when you took the second bite and almost moaned at how good it was. Your eyes lit up at that and when you took the third bite, you nodded positively to him “I made the sandwich, so thank you.”

You stopped chewing for a few seconds, and your eyes widened.

“Do you cook?” It was your turn to speak with your mouth full, apologizing softly and going back to eating.

“I don’t think you want to know about me right now, Miss Bohr” he smiled, for the first time, in a different way than the times you had seen him – even if it had been few.

He seemed to respect your time as he watched you eat your snack, carefully waiting for you to drink the juice and even the sweet biscuit he left.

How kind, it even seemed ironic to think that of someone who had kidnapped you.

After a long time of your first – and complete – meal, he put all the utensils away to return them to the table and sit down again in front of you. It seemed like the mattress was much smaller without any plate to separate you and him, although the boy wasn’t even on the mattress, per se.

Your eyes stared at him with a wordless request, he knew he should tell you even if that wasn't the goal.

Jongseong just wanted to scare Stephen, make him pay for everything, and after your father suffered whatever he deemed necessary, he could let you go.

“Your father gets involved in some very bad things” his look said it was nothing new, after all, he was the head of a mafia. Good things didn't come from there.

“Tell me something I don't know, Mr…”

“Park” he answered, preferring to refer to you only by your last name. It was fair since he knew yours.

“Mr. Park” you repeated, and Jongseong just nodded.

“Do you know the mafia's black market?” the question came out so strange on his tongue, such a bitter taste that, for the first time since you saw him, he seemed shaken. And even more so after you shook your head.

Was it his mission to tell you how it all worked? Was he the one who should ruin the image of everything he hated the most by saying things out loud?

Jongseong sighed loudly, one of his hands running through his hair and then letting it fall to his lap between his legs when, once again, his gaze fixed on you. His expression was severe, his dark eyes reflecting so little of the – almost non-existent – light in that room.

“Sorry to make you hear that, then” was the last light thing he said after starting a conversation and introducing you to a world that you never imagined your father, the one who was supposed to protect you, was a regular consumer of.

At first, Jongseong thought it was a brilliant idea to kidnap Stephen Bohr's daughter and make him pay for all the robberies that happened to the Park family because they didn't want to join him in the mafia's black market.

But why, a week since he told you everything, couldn't your horrified and crying face leave his mind?

The way you vehemently denied every word that came out of Jongseong's mouth, how you held back a scream and cried copiously. Repeating countless times that no, your father wouldn't do that. Girls your age or even younger than you were suffering something you never imagined. Meanwhile, the Park family was robbed of millions because they didn't want to finance such horrible smuggling and trafficking.

Jongseong didn't forget how Stephen wanted to rob his family at all costs, even with his father on the verge of death. He wanted to make that man pay and when the idea of kidnapping the only precious thing in Bohr's life – you – came up, he couldn't turn back. He couldn't deny that it had been something completely insane, considering that you were the same age as almost all the girls your father had lured. But Park wanted to do it to get the stolen money as ransom and then release you back.

He just didn't count on a slight regret starting to set in since he saw your teary eyes for the last time. It was obvious that you would cry, after all, no one would like to know that their father was involved in something as horrible as that. But the way you were crying, how much you held back from sliding down that mattress and asking for a hug when you just needed a friendly shoulder to unload that whole bombshell.

No. He couldn't have compassion for a suffering look and a person who was just a reason why an entire empire could fall.

Jongseong had even forgotten how pleasurable Stephen's agonizing voice on the phone had been, screaming and looking for his daughter. How he swore to go after Park and everyone who worked for him, kill them one by one, and get his daughter back.

But that wouldn't happen. He wouldn't let him. The purpose of all of that was to make that man waste away and return everything he had stolen, but what was stopping him was that discomfort in his chest that he felt every time he thought about you.

There was no reason for Jongseong to be like that, but why did he avoid going back to that room after he told you everything? Why did he send all his friends instead of going himself just to see how you were doing?

Besides, did he care about that? Since when did he want to know how you were? That wasn't part of the plan.

“What the hell?" he cursed softly, clenching his hands into fists and punching the table. This woke Charlotte who was lying on the leather sofa, looking at the boy and searching for something that was bothering him “Sorry, I woke you up, didn't I?”

She moved a little, adjusted her body on the sofa, and went back to lie down, but without sleeping. Looking at Jongseong as he heard him sigh loudly.

“I don’t know what’s happening to me, Charlie” he looked at the dog in front of him. “Am I worrying or is it just because I’ve never kidnapped a girl?”

The dog threatened to bark, as if to answer him, but knocks on the door quickly interrupted him, which he was grateful for.

“Come in” Jongseong said, motioning for Charlotte not to move. So well trained, waiting for any command if it was necessary to attack.

“Your coffee, you little shit” Heeseung came in with a thermos in his hand, and the other free hand waved towards Charlotte. “Hey girl, your brother is taking a shower downstairs.”

At the word shower, Charlotte grunted a bark and cringed.

“She hates baths just like her father, how is it possible?”

The argument could go on, Jongseong would curse Heeseung and this would go on for long minutes. But the boss knew why his best friend had come there, especially with a thermos of steaming coffee.

“You can start talking” he replied immediately, as soon as Heeseung placed the coffee on the table and sat down next to Charlotte.

He seemed to hesitate a little, a single moment when he looked away from his friend to any corner of the room.

“Stephen almost found us” Heeseung said.

Jongseong stopped drinking his coffee halfway, feeling the bitter and hot liquid tearing down his throat. The feeling could have been uncomfortable if it weren't for the way Heeseung looked at him next.

“What do you mean?”

“That he's bloodshot after his daughter and that he almost killed Sunghoon.”

“What?” he almost shouted, scaring Heeseung and even the bitch who was almost going back to sleep “What the hell are you saying, Heeseung?”

“That he almost found us,” he continued “Sunghoon went to the bar last night and saw Stephen there, they exchanged shots and Hoon ended up getting grazed on the arm.”

“Where is he?”

“He's already been taken care of by your father's doctor and given medication, but I thought it best to leave him on the fourth floor of the mansion,” he explained, watching Jongseong get up from his chair and walk to the door. Following behind without saying much, Heeseung just let his friend guide him to where he had said Sunghoon was.

Everything that involved Jongseong's family was there. Everything he had ever known since he was born was under that roof, and the promise he had made to his father was to honor everything he had built and never to distort the Park family's principles.

When the two stopped at the door to the room that Heeseung had indicated, Jongseong simply opened it without ceremony or introducing himself. Pairs of eyes stared at him at that moment, and he felt a slight anger - accompanied by enormous relief - when he saw Sunghoon's smile.

“You son of a—”

“Just a graze wound, I'm alive” he was still smiling, grumbling loudly as he tried to raise his arm to greet his boss and friend. The dark-haired man approached, waving to the others as he sat on the edge of the bed.

“I'm the one who's going to kill you, you idiot” Jongseong whispered, but the entire room could hear “If that happened, then did you exchange gunfire?”

An almost deafening silence was present. Sunghoon closed his eyes for a few seconds, pondering whether he should omit it and say that Stephen was so angry that he tried to hurt him, but he couldn't lie. He knew that Jongseong would end up finding out sooner or later.

So he just nodded, looking at the boy in front of him as he saw him sigh.

“I want to know every single detail of what happened in that bar, and what Bohr said to you before he hurt you.”

After everything Jongseong told you about your father, each day that passed your desire to meet him diminished even more. Maybe it would be better to stay trapped in that place and rot as much as you were wasting away with disgust and disbelief. The man who raised you. The man who, together with your mother, brought you into this world and gave you the best life to date.

You felt like vomiting every time you thought about each thing the boy had said to you almost three weeks ago. You also heard conversations behind the door and the small visits you had when someone brought you food.

One of the times you pretended to be asleep because you had cried a lot hours before and didn't want to be nice to anyone, although your niceness was limited to thanking them for the meals they offered you. But that night you heard very little.

The man who kidnapped you, the owner of that place, was talking to someone else. Hee… Something. You didn't understand, it wasn't important. But your mind recorded a few words.

Your father had attacked some of Jongseong's men at the bar. He was asking about you, but it seemed like he wasn't sure if it was the Park family who was holding you captive. So your father had so many enemies that he didn't even know who had kidnapped you? That was disgusting, and as each day passed, you became even more distrustful. Regardless of whether he was after the head of whoever had done that to you, or was offering a reward to whoever found you, you didn't want to be found.

If that mafia decided to release you one day, you would make sure to move to another country, change your identity, and disappear from the Bohr family's radar and everything that surname carried.

For the umpteenth time the door opened, someone was carrying your meal and you judged it to be breakfast by the dark and strong drink steaming inside a mug. Food wasn't very important to you at that moment, but your throat was yearning for coffee.

“Here you go, Miss Bohr” even though it was the only way everyone addressed you in that place, it was horrible to remember that your last name was known for such atrocity.

The boy in question placed the tray a little closer, waiting for you to come closer as you always did to get something to eat. Your hand reached up to grab just the mug, the warmth of the ceramic against your fingers warming your entire body at that moment.

Your lips slowly met there, drinking the hot and strong liquid and feeling it go down your throat. Your eyes closed, savoring how good it was.

For a moment you saw yourself far from that scene, drinking coffee anywhere other than in a dirty and precarious room, without an unknown boy staring at you and waiting for you to at least take a bite of the toast he had brought. Just to make sure you wouldn’t die of hunger. For a moment you wished you weren’t part of the family you were, or at least, didn’t know what you were now learning.

Would it be good to continue living a lie? Where you believed that your father did nothing wrong except live illegally with things here and there, not recruiting women and running a dirty scheme.

At that moment, many things went through your mind, but one of them surprised you as you took your lips off the mug and said it out loud, unable to control yourself.

“Do you want to help kill my father?”

“Excuse me?” the boy practically choked on the saliva he was almost swallowing, widening his eyes at you while you still held the mug in your hands, but away from your lips.

“I know your boss is going to do something to him, after all, my father stole from his father and did all these bad things and—” you sighed audibly, the boy in front of you sighed along with you, but a little less audibly. You went back to drinking some coffee, staring at his dimly lit face “I want to know if you intend to kill him or kill me first.”

You saw him move for the first time since you had entered that room and brought him your coffee. He took a few steps forward, his eyes fixed on you as you could see how deeply he was thinking.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” he said firmly, and you might even have believed him if it weren’t for your father’s teachings. Something or other was good to get from a family of mafia bosses.

Of course, he knew what you were talking about, and the idea of asking that was crazy. He wouldn’t tell you what the boss was thinking of doing, much less to the daughter of one of his biggest rivals.

“I— I thought—” you were running out of cards, you thought he might give in with the sudden question and the way you hadn’t shown yourself vulnerable. You put the coffee mug back on the tray, shrinking your body a little more before closing your eyes. “Forget it. I just want them to get this over with.”

“And why do you want to know if we want to help kill your father?” he asked. Your eyes looked at him again, and you could see that the boy’s expression was now slightly doubtful, but at the same time, he seemed too calm. He didn’t have a hint of fear, unlike you, who had tried to be strong since you started that conversation.

He was the first boy who had come there to deliver food and who had started talking to you. The others barely answered you or simply cut the subject short and wished you a good meal before leaving, but not this one.

“To be quite honest? I don’t know.” Your eyes began to burn at the idea of helping to kill your father, especially since he was still your father, unfortunately. As the boy lowered himself to stand in front of you and at your sitting height, you felt a tear run down your cheek. A mix of feelings that ran through you and, at the same time, that you wanted to get rid of.

“Do you think we would kill him? Or would it be more pleasurable to make him see you suffer and the Bohr empire fall completely?” He began, “Because what your father did to my best friend and several women was not a very good thing.”

You knew. You wanted to answer that you knew, you wanted to scream and cry, saying that probably your friends who you thought had abandoned you every time they came to your house, had been kidnapped by your father. Who knows where they were now, doing who knows what? While you thought they had grown tired of you and your life, just like your father told you. That no one was an outcast to be your friend. That no woman was at your feet in friendship while you wasted away crying thinking that something was wrong.

The only thing wrong was that your father took advantage of the fact that your friends were close in age to yours, they would be perfect targets for what he did.

Disgust, resentment. Everything you felt at once when you thought about it.

“I think he did something to my friends because I’ve never been able to have a friend again.” Your throat burned, and your eyes were blurry as you tried to decipher whether the man looked at you with pity or anger for seeing someone of the same blood as your father in front of him. You tried to swallow your tears, but it wasn’t enough, it had to come out somehow. “And when your boss told me everything my father did…”

“So little princess Bohr wants to avenge her friends and help the Park mafia kill your father?” He laughed for a long time, or at least it seemed that way to you. Besides, saying it out loud seemed absurd, but in your thoughts, it was becoming more and more likely. It wasn’t something that could be out of reach, especially since you wanted to make him pay now that everything was falling into place in your mind.

“I just— I—”

“Excuse me, I have to get back to work,” he interrupted you, standing up before it was too late to give in to your request – which hadn’t even been made out loud, anyway.

“Wait! Hee…”

He turned around abruptly, his eyes wide and his lips parted.

“Do you know my name? Who the fuck told you my name, Bohr?” He took a few steps towards you, making you shrink even further against the wall – if that was even possible – making your back hurt from the extra pressure.

“I don’t know, I just heard…” you swallowed hard, the crying had already disappeared and given way to fear. The eyes that had previously looked at you with curiosity now looked with anger and something else that you couldn’t even name.

“What did you hear? Tell me!” he shouted.

“Hey!” another shout from the other side of the room, you and the boy looked in the direction quickly “What’s going on here?”

It was Chief Park, you would recognize his voice and posture anywhere. Especially because he was the one who had visited you the most in that grotesque place.

Without an answer, the other left so quickly that you didn't even hear what he mumbled before he left. Leaving you and the dark-haired man alone in that room.

He stared at the door that had been opened with force at that moment, and then his eyes soon went to you and scanned everything around you.

“Eat, your coffee is going to get cold.”

That was the only thing he said before leaving the room and closing the door a little more gently than the last one. Leaving you with a million thoughts, a racing heart, and even more desire to cry.

Heeseung felt his head spin. Jongseong's fist landed the umpteenth blow, making the boy stagger back until he sat aggressively in the chair.

“I—”

“Shut up, you piece of shit, I'm not done yet” he approached again, his right hand was already at the perfect angle for the next punch, but the force with which he was stopped made him take a few steps back.

The smoldering look he directed at whoever was responsible for stopping him didn't have much effect, Jaeyun just looked at him with a serious expression, not as rigid as that of his best friend and boss of that mafia.

“Is it over yet?” he tried to seem indifferent to what was happening, almost letting out a loud curse when he saw Heeseung's bloody face.

“I was almost—”

“Killing our best friend? Of course.” Jaeyun laughed sarcastically, a trait he learned over time as he delved deeper into that dark world. If it weren’t for the two boys right in front of him, Sim would no longer be among them.

“You don’t even know what happened. You wouldn’t be acting so normal if you let me talk.”

“Then start talking,” he said.

Sim Jaeyun was the only one who could make Park Jongseong lose his boss's composure and listen to someone. Aside from Park James, his father, he knew that Jaeyun could make him maintain a more appropriate and less executioner posture than what was left after the patriarch was gone.

He saw his best friend on the edge of the ruins and tried his best to bring him back and not make the boy so bad or so bloodthirsty like that. Very few times were they successful, he brought something good out of Jongseong. But most of the time he ended up arriving late with his best friend covered in blood on his hands – literally or not – and that frustrated him.

“Heeseung almost ruined everything” Jongseong sighed, running his hands over his shirt without the intention of cleaning the blood from his friend that had been there “He almost ruined my months-long plan now.”

“How?” Jaeyun sighed, walking over to Heeseung who hadn’t opened his mouth to say a single word since the other arrived there.

“Interacted with Bohr’s daughter” Jongseong continued “I heard almost everything before I arrived.”

And then he stopped talking. It was Jaeyun’s cue to look at Heeseung so he could start saying something.

“I was intrigued by the fact that she asked if we wanted to help kill her father, who talked about her friends.” With some difficulty, Heeseung spoke a few words very slowly. Feeling the corner of his mouth pull back and the metallic taste of blood between his teeth. He closed his eyes, an uncomfortable pain in his jaw making itself felt, but he had to continue. “Jay’s plan is incredible, he wants to avenge Uncle James and that’s the main thing here, we know, but…”

“Heeseung” Jaeyun stopped him as he began to put together the dots of his friend’s imaginary puzzle in front of him.

“What if—”

“You don’t know if that was it, man. We can’t be sure…”

“But I could ask” he continued. “We didn’t know anything about his daughter until then, but—”

“Don’t finish this.”

“Or what? Are you going to beat me up like Jay is doing because I think your sister was friends with Bohr’s daughter and disappeared into all this shit?”

Silence. Jaeyun felt a pang in his chest as he stared at Heeseung as soon as he opened his eyes.

It wasn't the injured boy's fault that he wanted to know about Jaeyun's sister, after all, she was Heeseung's, first love. He wanted as much as Jongseong to get involved and destroy Stephen Bohr. For different reasons, but with a common goal.

Heeseung had no idea that anything could fit, but as soon as you mentioned that all your friendships were disappearing… Then maybe you could have met Sim's sister. Maybe you could have spent the last moments with her in a way that he couldn't. And that made him rekindle something that, for a long time, was no longer there.

Revenge was something he wanted more than anything, and when he heard you with the idea of helping to kill boss Bohr, he couldn't deny it. But he also couldn't control the anger he felt when he heard his name mentioned by someone in his family. You weren't to blame for what your father did or what he became, but Heeseung couldn't blame himself for feeling angry at everything and everyone that came from that family either.

“It wasn't just you who lost her, Heeseung.” Jongseong bit his lower lip, the strength of his teeth biting into the flesh with the urge to cry out of anger, sadness, and injustice. He lifted his head and stared at the ceiling. “Emma was Jake's sister, your girlfriend, and my best friend too.”

“Don't talk about her in the past tense, no—”

“Do you think she's still alive?” Jaeyun asked.

Jongseong and Heeseung looked at each other for the first time since all of this had started. Since seeking revenge against the Bohr family had been solely because he had robbed the Park family. No other motive had been mentioned by the son of the late patriarch and – now – mafia boss.

“I don’t know,” Jongseong replied, not feeling confident in his answer and even feeling confident enough to look at his two friends at that moment. “I just want to focus on the robbery against my family, because if I think about Emma…”

“If I think about my sister…” Jaeyun interrupted, “I’ll go down to that room myself and kill Bohr’s daughter.”

“We need her.” Heeseung wanted to accept the offer, kill someone from the family of a man who had only harmed and – possibly – had taken away one of the most important people for the three of them there.

“To send false information to her father? Are you going to tell me which of the two dogs ate Miss Bohr’s pinky?”

“No, not for that” he continued speaking, ignoring Jaeyun’s questions and looking back at Jongseong. His friend looked back at him, holding the look that carried a lot of feeling at that moment. “But I think she can be useful to us.”

“And how would she be useful besides serving as bait to corner her father?” Jongseong was a little uncertain, even though he knew where Heeseung was going with all of this.

He knew what his best friend thought. He knew that he didn't leave anything unanswered much less leave something loose without explanation or conclusion, thinking about it had some purpose for him.

“She seemed very disappointed with everything that happened, you said yourself that she didn't want to eat for a long time after she found out about everything her father did.”

The two remembered the times when Jongseong showed a little compassion for the woman held captive who wouldn't eat after the great disappointment. Her father's mask fell and she discovered the true face of someone who had always raised her and had to be there to protect her. It was the first time that Jaeyun and Heeseung saw their boss worried to the point that he avoided seeing her like that. Looking for some way to make her feel a little more comfortable – even if it was impossible – in the place they were keeping her.

“If we tell her about Emma, ask if they were friends and even tell her what her father did during all this time besides the robberies, she might join us.”

“You want Bohr’s daughter to be our ally to kill her father?” Jaeyun asked, incredulous at his friend’s crazy mind.

“It would be perfect, dude” he sighed, a little less in pain than before “She knows her father’s every move. She knows if he has any hiding places, she knows what he does and doesn’t do” Heeseung got up from the chair, staggered a little, and was supported by Jongseong. With an apologetic look, he felt the strong grip on his friend’s shoulder before straightening up and standing up.

“Do you two think she would be convinced to help us?” Jongseong asked after letting go of Heeseung. He wasn’t confident in that, after all, his initial plan was being completely diverted. But he couldn’t deny that the idea was working out well.

“If we talk a little better and not in that grotesque room, maybe she’ll accept.”

Maybe she’ll accept, or maybe she won’t. There were both possibilities, and Jongseong was starting to freak out internally. He could deny it, go ahead with the plan, and start negotiations. Take someone’s finger and send it by mail, or take photos that could simulate you being in the worst condition, just so your father would feel some kind of fear and threaten whoever was behind it.

But most of boss Park’s thoughts revolved around the possibility that you could be a great help, that you could ally with them and infiltrate your father’s mafia to gather as much information as possible before he recovered everything that was stolen and then take revenge on your father.

Walking slowly to the table, Jongseong felt his body ache. Too much adrenaline and too many mixed feelings in a short time. He just wanted to hug his dogs, take a long bath, and sleep for almost twelve hours if possible. But he had to think fast and act even faster.

As he sat down in his usual leather chair, both pairs of eyes stared at him expectantly, waiting for a response: positive or negative. It didn't matter, they just wanted Jongseong to say something.

A small sigh was heard, the head thrown back on the back of the chair and the dark-haired man's unreadable gaze before the words left his lips.

“Let's talk to her and try to convince her to join us.”

“What if it doesn't work out?” Jaeyun asked, thinking of all the possibilities. Jongseong liked this because he was one of the few men working for the Park family who thought of both possibilities. It was never a matter of just winning or losing. Jaeyun always thought of yes and no.

“If it doesn't work out, we'll have to kill two Bohrs, not just Stephen.”

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