There were only so many night shifts your parents would ever allow you to have. The rest of the week was spent sleeping once again back in your own bed. You did worry on occasions about how Yeosang was doing but you would just go and check on him during the day. Lucky for him things went smoothly and he was much better by the end of the week.

You had yet to see the other men again seeing as they only came at night. There was a day that your father had explained he heard some noises outside but just assumed it was some racoons or possums searching for food. The boys looked at you with scowls on their faces when you gave Jongho and Yunho an earful. There were no more noises the following days.

"It's been a week since those cops arrived from the capital and they haven't so much as said any reason for why they're here." A patron of the saloon started.

"I'm sure it's something they want to keep a secret. So as to not scare the citizens." Your father tried to defuse the tension.

"I think it has to do with that gang that's closing in." Another person entered the conversation. "They said the last town they stopped at was robbed blind. All the cash in the bank was stolen right under their noses."

"It wasn't the bank." Someone else shook their head. "It was Harthorne's wealth. That jacked up man high on his own tobacco."

You shook your head, picking up some of the money your father had in the register to move to a safe in the backroom. Two of your siblings were waiting at the front desk as you walked closer with the locked box of cash.

"Do you think the gang is coming here next?" Your sister asked.

"No." Your oldest brother answered. "Cromer doesn't have overly wealthy men they would steal from."

"We do have a mayor though." Your mother butted in, eyebrows furrowed as she looked over some papers. "One who just raised our taxes."

"Again?" Your brother shook his head.

"So it seems." Your mother sighed.
"Hello." All four of you turned your heads towards the person who had entered the lobby.

Your eyes went wide. "Yeosang?"

Your family looked at you confused.

"Goodday, sir." Your mother politely told the man. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"May I speak to (Y/N) real quick?" He asked with a smile on his face.

You watched as your family looked at you shocked again. You only looked away from them, moving around the front desk to reach Yeosang.

"Oh you know my daughter? Of course you may speak with her!" Your mother spoke for you. "What a lovely young man." She spoke to you as you passed.

You sighed deeply as you passed a chuckling Yeosang. The man bowed his head to your mother, making both her and your sister swoon. You watched from the front of the opened door as he skipped over to you with his hand behind his back. Once you were out of earshot from your nosey mother and sister, you frowned at the man.

"What are you doing out of bed? You should be resting." You scolded.

"I'm fine, (Y/N). I just won't be doing anything tough." The man laughed.

"Nothing tough? You went through the window, didn't you?" You glared.

"Nothing gets past you." He grinned. You rolled your eyes at him, looking around him to notice another man walking closer to the both of you.

Seonghwa was looking over a newspaper before folding it up when he reached the two of you. He gave you a smile, which you gladly returned. While you hadn't had a proper conversation with the boys after cleaning up Yeosang, you had come to learn that he and Seonghwa were the nicer ones. At least the ones who didn't seem to retort anything sarcastic when you spoke to them.

"What are you guys up to?" You asked.

"We are looking for some jobs." Seonghwa answered. "We were hoping to ask your family if they had openings."
"Maybe?" You shrugged. "You could ask."

You watched them turn to each other, discussing things within themselves. If they were going to be working here did that mean the gang was going to be staying here for a bit longer? You had no clue where they were staying anyway but you assumed they didn't have a roof to sleep under. It's not like any hotel or inn would take in outlaws.

"If you're looking for jobs does that mean you guys are going to be living here?" You asked out loud.

"It's a bit more complicated than that." Was all you got from Yeosang.

You sighed, knowing it wasn't the right moment for them to tell you everything. Even if they did, you knew it was better to not know what they were up to. Who knows what kind of things you would be dragged down to.

"Sure." You simply replied. "Come on. My father is in the saloon."

You led the two through the doors to the side of the main lobby. Your father was tending to the glasses that need washing, lucky that no one was at the bar anymore. You felt the stares of the couple of men sitting around, watching the three of you grow closer to the bar.

"Hello." Yeosang spoke up. "I have a few questions. I was wondering if you happened to be hiring?"

Your father stopped, eyebrows pulled together as he looked between you and the men. "Hiring? Ah, what skills do you have?"

"My friend here is a talent when it comes to cooking or bartending." Yeosang offered. "It's his specialty. I myself have worked in financing. My family comes from a long line of bank tellers."

Your own head snapped up to look at Yeosang, wondering if it was true or if it just something he made up to look good.

"What are you doing finding jobs here in Cromer then?" Your father frowned.

"We came from Aurora. But you see, we wanted to see the country, experience new things. (Y/N) is a good friend of ours and we wanted to work alongside her."

You looked down to hide the giggle that wanted to escape. You were trying your hardest not to look flustered, but also how well this man seemed to be talking with your father. It seemed he had everything prepared. As you already knew, he was someone who knew how to work people.

"Both of you?" Your father questioned, looking over at you. With the look on his face, he really didn't believe them to think that you had two male friends. Especially none that looked like them.

"Yes, well. We are all mutual friends." Seonghwa smiled. While Yeosang knew how to talk, it seemed Seonghwa knew how to use his looks to make people feel persuaded. You understood now why these two were the nicer ones. They knew how to get what they wanted. The others looked like the use force more than anything.

"What are your names?" They had your father's full attention which made you raise your brows.

"Kang Yeosang." He held his hand out. "Nice to meet you."

"Kang?" Your father's eyes went wide. "You mean the bank?"

"That's the one."

Kang Bank was the top bank in the nation which meant that half of the population used it. Your own family did as well. You frowned, wondering why Yeosang was with a gang. He was the heir to the people who worked well with money. He had a good life set for him. But yet, here he was fighting off an infected stab wound.

"Park Seonghwa. Pleasure." He too shook your father's hand.

"I'll have to talk it over with my wife if you don't mind." Your father looked over at you, signaling that he wanted to speak to you.

"Not at all. We understand these things take time." Seonghwa gave a bow of his head.

Your dad gave a smile of his own, pulling you out the saloon and towards the lobby. "Where on earth did you meet these men?" Your father shook you.

"Ah. When I went out a bit ago?" You tried to come up with something. While your father didn't think much of it, to you it really sounded like you were questioning yourself.

"And you never told us! You're friends with a Kang! They own half of the country's money!" Your father exclaimed quietly, seeing as Yeosang was still on the other side of the saloon style doors.

"They sound pompous." You frowned.

"You're friends with one." Your father stressed.

"I don't know." You sighed, thinking about the man. "I like Yeosang."

"(Y/N) you cannot mess this up. Do you understand where you'd land if you married this man? You'll be set for life!" Your father exclaimed.

You grimaced when the thought of marriage was brought up again. Yeosang had left his own home for a reason, why on earth would he want to return. He had his reasoning and you assumed it wasn't something good. If you knew anything about spoiled rich men was that they really didn't want to do labor work. Yeosang didn't seem that way.

"He wants to work in a hotel in a lesser known town. I don't think he has what you're thinking of."

"You don't know that. Maybe he just wants experience. Everyone could use it. (Y/N) if you do this you won't have to worry about anything! He is the perfect gentleman." Your father explained. "Now, I said I was going to talk to your mother about it but I can't lose this opportunity. I'll give them a day and then tell them tomorrow they are hired. It sounds perfect!"

You watched him walk away, probably in search of your mother to tell her the news. Ever since the gang had entered the town it seemed as though your parents were really pushing you to find someone. Maybe they had been for a while but you had never noticed and always waved them off.

However, meeting the boys you started to notice how much they actually wanted you to leave. You guess having them see you with men really got them hopeful. You weren't the only one who was of age for marriage. You had a 19 year old brother, but then again he was often seen with girls. Unlike you who hadn't been out with a boy since you were a teen.

It had ended in disaster when you offended the boy for making a disgusted face at something he had said. His opinion didn't sit well with you so you voiced it. Albeit you didn't mean to but it came out anyways. Ever since then, men just steered clear of you in a romantic sense. Jongho was the first one you had ever been out with ever since that time.
You came to the conclusion there just wasn't someone out there who could match the kind of person you were. It did make you sad to think that you would never find that special person. But you were young, so you had time to explore your options. Besides for the first time, you finally did meet someone who found your attitude entertaining.

It was just a matter of explaining to your parents that with him you weren't going to find what they wanted.