I stare at this man. How can someone be so beautiful, but have such an ugly connotation to his name? I cannot speak, or even form words.
"What? You're staring," he raises an eyebrow.
"Nothing. I hate you."
It comes out with true passion and disgust. I spit the words like venom and he looks slightly and genuinely taken aback.
"Hmmm," he chuckles, "You're very amusing, trying to lie to me."
"I'm not lying!" I bark with disgust.
"You like me, that's why you're staring," he smirks, leaning on his desk. For being in such a run down building, it's rather fancy...Actually, the whole room is furnished rather well. It looks kind of classy...
"No, you're wrong."
"Hmmm, no I'm not sweetie. You can try all you want to deny it, but your face says it all. It's also very cute by the way, your face," he says. He shoots me this seductive look with lust in his eyes and it makes me sick. Who does this pathetic bastard think he is?
"You couldn't be more wrong. I hate you. You killed my brother."
He laughs and shakes his head. "No, he did that on his own."
"He joined your gang! That's your fault, forcing someone so..."
He cuts me off, "No. He joined Bangtan on his own free will. We don't force people to join us."
"You made him deal drugs, and he got caught!"
"He's stupid for getting caught," he shrugs, obviously not affected by Dasan's death and clearly bored of the conversation.
"He's my brother, shut your pathetic and useless mouth!" I shriek. He looks at me with surprise, astounded that I speak that way to him. What's it to me, if he wants to kill me he can, he could do it right here if he wanted. What's stopping him, he's a gang leader?
"Your brother is stupid. That much is clear, no matter how you look at it. He was stupid and it lead him to his death. Rarely does Bangtan produce such idiotic members, but that's not the point. You're not stupid and that's why you're here."
I look at him with confusion. His expression reads that he has something rather respectful and legitimate to say. I am curious, by nature, what this horrid man has to say. Why did he bring me here, that is something I'm wondering. "Why am I here then?" I even cross my arms.
"You managed to find Bangtan, not directly, but you found the general area of where we're located. You also managed to do this almost immediately after your brother's death. Do you know how long the police have been looking for us and haven't even gotten close? It's been about five to six years now. And yet you, Song Hyemi, managed to find us in just a couple days. That's quite impressive, you have natural detective skills. Have you thought about a career in the field?"
"No, why does it matter to you?"
"Because I want you to help me."
"No!" I scream. "Never! I would never help someone like you, rotten scum of society."
He sighs, "I admire you, Song Hyemi. You've got skills, attitude, and confidence."
"So what?"
"I'll make you a deal," he says, clapping his hands and starting to pace around me. It's as if I'm in a movie, so surreal and almost planned.
"You help me with a few things around here, busy work really. Essentially you do as I say, when I say to do it. And in return, you get anything and everything you want."
"No," I respond flat out.
"And," he continues, clearly not taking my answer. "In return, I'll promise you that if anything happens to you, you can bring me and my leaders into the police. We have a high bounty, as you can imagine."
I look up at him like he's stupid. "That's a dumb trade, I only benefit from it in the long run..."
"Maybe," he shrugs. "So? Is it a deal?"
I look at his expression, his beautiful face, and try to read him. He seems legitimate about this, that I'm only listening to him. But what am I actually going to be doing? He said what he says and when he says it...is it like sexual favors? The idea disgusts me and makes me want to hurl on the spot but when I look into his eyes, they don't seem perverted or too lustful. Maybe he really does want me to just do busy work, like file papers and write reports...like a desk job? A secretary? He looks at me, waiting for an answer...
I suppose I can only benefit from this. He did say I'll get things for working for him, so maybe when I get to university, he could pay my tuition? I could find a way to lie to Eomma and Appa...I could get some nice clothes, maybe? Or does he already have things set aside, as sort of motivation things?
"Sure..." I nod, slowly. He grins. "But what exactly am I doing? What's my job description?"
"No worries, it's nothing serious. You won't be out pushing drugs or even around the public for your placement. You're my personal assistant, that's why I said you listen to me and do exactly as I tell you. You'll take certain calls for me, keep track of people below me, making sure that they do as I tell them and make sure there's communication between my seconds."
"Oh...Okay," I nod. He makes it seem like a regular job in a business office.
"Come with me, I'll introduce you to the seconds. Their names are Min Yoongi and Park Jimin."