"I told you to stop, didn't I?" Jin said, tossing his jacket on the couch. The apartment was dark when he walked in. It was still dark as he sat on the couch in his living room, a bit of tension easing as his back connected with the soft material.

Taehyung laughed mischievously into the phone. "I was delivering him to you on a gold platter. Did you shove him into the ocean?"

Jin frowned. "Should I shove you into the ocean?" He retorted, his crawling annoyance growing.

The laughter died as Taehyung figured Jin hadn't been too happy about his prank. "Sheesh, man. I didn't mean to upset you. I was only kidding. I'm sorry."

Relax, Jin. Breathe in. Breathe out. Jin did a brief breathing exercise to calm himself down before continuing. "Leave him alone, Taehyung."

"Ok," Taehyung said quietly, probably sulking that he'd been threatened.

"Don't make me say it again. Sweet dreams."

Ending the call there, Jin dropped his phone on the space next to him. Letting himself be enveloped in the invading thoughts crowding his head.

That had been an adorable encounter. Jungkook being all confused and mad had been the cutest thing Jin had seen all week, and his cat had just put to bed but that wasn't even close.

The entire drive to the docks, he'd wondered what the urgent discussion was that Jungkook had to have with him. They never crossed path. It was a natural order. Their worlds were different, friends were different, even their lifestyles were different.

There was nothing linking them together, nothing to be friendly about, so they'd gone to the same elementary, middle and now, high school together staying away from each other.

The pen incident had changed everything. Jin was never stunned in his life. Being his father's only child, he'd seen enough shocking things to last him a life time and he was always prepared for everything.

But when Jungkook had offered him that pen, he'd been stunned. Eyes fixated, mouth sealed shut as he couldn't believe it. Jungkook had had the most casual expression like he and Jin hadn't been born natural enemies, but for Jin there'd been nothing casual about it.

Jin never even took notes. He'd remembered a word, one that he'd heard before but forgot. He didn't want it to escape his mind again because the word described Namjoon in it's entirety. So, he'd asked Taehyung and Hoseok for a pen, but neither of them had. Jungkook must have heard him ask and heard them say they never carry pens because they never need.

For a minute there when they'd been by the docks, he'd thought Jungkook had a crush on him. It wasn't impossible. Jin knew he was good looking. He'd thought Jungkook had called him out for a cliche confession and he'd thought of ways to let him down slowly while having a little fun in the process.

But the idiot had been pranked. They'd both been pranked by Jin's birdbrain friends. Jungkook, into coming out in the middle of the night alone to get murdered. And Jin, into supposedly killing and pushing him into the cold ocean.

Those kids were going to end up like his father—vindictive, unforgiving and murderous. No wonder his father hated them. Monsters hated competition.

Jin looked at the time on his watch; 10:47pm. He'd been too angry to eat anything all day, so he called the kitchen downstairs to cook and bring him a bowl of ramen with eggs and a bottle of wine, just as he craved it.

It wasn't normal for most 17 year-old to have a habit of drinking a bottle of wine while they had dinner. But then most 17 year-olds weren't Jin and there was nothing normal about his life. Alcohol was the only thing that helped him cope with the chaos he called a life.

After calling for his dinner, he took a quick shower, and turned on the tv in his living room, casting the room into a faint white light with shadows falling behind every object.

A particular headline had been making the news for 3 days now; Notorious crime cartel, Kingdom, suspected to be behind the biggest heist recently carried out in Korea.

• 600 million dollars stolen from the Bank of Busan.

• Director Yoon Kang-So of Bank of Busan under rigorous interrogation regarding the heist.

Jin changed the channel, settling on a showing of the original Karate Kid. He wasn't interested in any other thing that would remind him of the heist or his involvement in it.

Minutes later, his doorbell rang. His dinner. Just the thought of satisfying his hunger made his mouth water. When he pulled the door open, expecting his food, instead Namjoon stood there with a bouquet of flower in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

Jin resisted the itching urge to roll his eyes at the sight. "What?" He asked, standing in the way.

"I'm sor—" He started to say but Jin held up his hand causing the words to cease.

"I don't want to hear it," he stated, leering at Namjoon. He couldn't believe he'd worshipped the ground this man walked on for 3 years. Now, he was only realizing what a coward he was.

Namjoon could tell things weren't looking good in his favour. He tried to salvage it. "Jin, I love you."

"And I loved you," Jin retorted. "Really loved. It's unfortunate I don't feel the same way anymore. Thanks for stopping by. But never show up at my door again."

"Jin—"

"If you do, I'll kill you," Jin said before slamming the door in his face.

Fatuous motherfucker. That had been the word.

He clenched his fists so tight his knuckles turned white. He couldn't believe what a shitty night he was having. He hadn't imagined ending his relationship with Namjoon, but that was for the best.

He sat back on his seat, resuming his initial breathing exercise. Doctor Yoon would be so proud at how good he was managing his anger. At first, the breathing exercises had barely worked, but now, doing that plus saying a few cautionary words to himself helped navigate his anger to a less dangerous path.

The Jin of before—the one of four months ago—would not have let Taehyung and Hoseok off with a mere scolding. He'd have had people flog the skin off both their bodies.

Jin never hurt innocent people. He wasn't ruthless like his father. As a matter of fact, he despised when innocent people were being mistreated, which was why—despite of the situation of things between the Jeons and the Kims—he'd told his airhead friends to leave the boy alone.

"He hasn't done anything to you," he'd said a few days back, after Hoseok had slapped the books out of Jungkook's hands and Taehyung further kicked them, scattering them along the crowded hallway. "Stop harassing him."

They'd gone against his words. They had stopped disturbing him at school, instead, they'd offered him to Jin on a platter to kill as if he was a psycho murderer who just took pleasure in sipping the life out of people.

Jin was more than wary of them at that point. They couldn't harm him even if they tried, but he was wary of them harming other people. He wouldn't want to have someone do to them what they wanted him to do to Jungkook.

At that point his phone vibrated next to him. Jin picked it up lazily, and frowned at the notification. It was a credit alert. One million dollars had been credited into his dollar account. The description read: My Son.

So, there it was. The price for sucking the bank director's dick... for being Castle Kim's son. A million fucking dollars.