The Joker has always been a man with a raw mind and an open heart all his life, being raised since childhood in a negligent environment lacking love towards his parents, ignorant of every sensation that life can give him and only lives focused wishing he could help his younger brother to get ahead, although this would be more difficult than he thought legally and he will need to look for a second job that is not as honest as his brother would like in order to cover his daily expenses

The job does not come to him as a sure source, in fact, one morning his construction shift colleague whispers it in his ear because he believes that Joke would be a suitable man to do that job, the same person who mentions it is not someone in who to trust, the Joker knows that this man was in jail for selling drugs

— I can't believe you waste your time with this garbage — the man hits a piece of wet cement that lies at his feet — You're young and just look at your damn figure, if it were me I would have run away from this exploitative shit some time ago — the Joker does not speak but does nothing to stop the conversation that is about to begin — When I was your age I ran freely to any part of Korea, working for the small vendors in the bars and then returning home with a lot of money - the man smiled, That year he turned fifty-eight, he had long left his youth behind but not the memories, those are never lost - Do you think someone like you should lose his life here? — Jester looked at him slightly, the smoke from the cigarette that the man next to him had lit running slowly towards his nose

— I need money, not problems — he exclaimed in an almost inaudible whisper

— If you get together with the right people you will have a lot of money and they will take away endless problems from you, brat — the man took a drag while straightening his hair full of gray hair as silver as pure silver — If you continue in this place and if you decide to live legally then you won't be much more than one of them in your life — and he pointed to the majority of men carrying heavy bags of cement in the middle of the midday sun — A mundane life for a bunch of idiots who kill themselves in a place where they are only pack mules, everyone dies for money but no one dares to take a second step towards another more fruitful and simple destiny —- a smile adorned the man's face. The Jester's gaze was fixed on him — They have no salvation from their life of failures but you, you are different from everyone, you have youth and you are suitable for a job that an old friend of mine needs to do — Joke closed his fists

The decision had always been there, take it or leave it, fate told him each time, whether for better or worse, the opportunity would still be there waiting for its moment. And what better time than now?

– What do I have to do? — he asked in a somewhat hoarse tone, the man smiled and handed him a cigarette as a sign of celebration. — I don't smoke — the Jester politely rejected him

— It's a shame, but more so for me — he said lighting his cigarette — The job is easy, or rather, the person to whom you are going to send your resume is someone easy to get along with — he left his partner aside — The son from an old friend who currently inherited the family business with the death of the patriarch and needs someone to protect him – the man smiles — They are an important clan in the underworld so from now on the boy must be very careful with all the people he meets , his mother is desperate about the situation and urgently needs a trustworthy person to take care of the lost sheep that is that brat - the Joker looks at him

— Do you want me to be someone's babysitter? — he asks with a frown and a grimace not very like him — I'm not interested in that kind of work, I already spent a good time raising my brother, I don't need someone else like that in my life — the man took a drag while smiling

—Didn't you say you needed money? Well, where I am sending you is the right place to get it and in an easy way. Follow him everywhere and make sure that no one touches him until he reaches the maximum age to begin his initiation into the mafia of the underworld. The boy is seventeen years old at this moment, there are only a few months left until this year ends and a new one begins, your task will end when he turns eighteen — explained — You will be free and with a good sum of dollars in your hands. Do you want something simpler? You are the right guy for that task — the Jester looked at the man

— Let me see — the man smiled and took a somewhat old cell phone out of his pocket. Upon reviewing the gallery, he revealed a photograph of a teenager with some tattoos and modifications to his tongue

— Meet Yoo Wooin, the son of a bitch you'll have to take care of if you accept this job — the Joker looked at the photo with a bad face

— Nothing new. How much are we talking about? —The old man smiled when he heard that.

Hell and heaven were about to come together

Six months later, the Joker sat at the luxurious table of a private club wearing a black suit and a dangerous expression while he watched the protagonist of his endless bad nights trying to flirt with a redhead who was about to punch him in the face. Of course, if the Joker didn't intervene.

— Put a different face or you'll scare away all the girls who want to approach you –- one of the waitresses mocked as she handed him another of the bottles that Wooin had ordered to try to get him drunk and run away

— I'm not here to meet a girlfriend — he explained without even looking at the waitress's almost completely exposed plump chest — It's just work — and took a drink

— It's a shame — said the girl, smiling like a cat, trying to get her sensual figure closer to the boring Joker — I was thinking of inviting you to have a good time in my apartment tonight, but again you rejected me — the flirting was in vain and more so because the Jester's eyes had long ago abandoned the girl and if he was ever on her

Wooin noticed the conversation between the Joker and the same girl as always from the other side of the bar and with the intense gaze of the redhead who always loved to bother nearby

— Get lost — Vinny pushed him aside and ran up the stairs to the private room he had assigned for him and his friends. Wooin wanted to follow him to clarify some things after coming out of his reverie in the Joker's gaze, but intense eyes that were watching him with concern made him stop

The Jester looked at him as always, like the first time they met and his mother made it clear that she could never let him out of her sight until the first night when Wooin entered his room naked trying to instigate the man to try the pleasure of young flesh, only to be rejected and warned that he would be beaten if he tried again

— Why do you have that face? — He returned to the Joker like a lamb running straight to hell — Are you angry or jealous? – Wooin approached and took the drink from the Joker's hands, delicately caressing along the way the calloused hands that carried life and death

— Neither of them — he responded in a low and aggressive voice — Just stop looking for problems, I don't want to have to hit anyone tonight — Wooin laughed

— You mean Vinny? — It's not a problem — he puts the drink in his mouth — He loves me too much to commit any act against me — but that doesn't stop him — unless I ask him to fuck me and he surely will — Joker doesn't react - Vinny is not Like you, she wouldn't waste the opportunity if I showed up naked in her bed one night. No, no and I'm sure Hyeok wouldn't either. What about you? I already gave you a chance and you said no, you even threatened me — the snake's tongue licks the Joker's unshaven cheek while Wooin delights in the taste of sweat and a bit of lipstick from some girls who have dared to touch him without permission

The Joker doesn't do much although the cock in his black pants rises with each time Wooin's tongue licks his cheek more intensely towards his lips. Desire is usually treacherous so when his hand acts with a life of its own and grabs Wooin's neck, pulling him closer to him, the Joker knows he has fallen completely into hell

— Welcome to heaven, Mr. Prankster — is the only thing Wooin says before being dragged to the bathroom and fucked as if his life depended on it

— Vinny Hong? — Wooin sees the endless list of calls on his phone with a grimace more of a smile than anything else — I should… — the Joker doesn't even let him answer the next question before putting him back in his bare arms. They are both in their love nest, the so-called burlesque that Wooin has assigned to the apartment where they see each other daily to quench the thirst for passion

— I will kill you if you even dare to think about it — the Jester warns and Wooin knows that it is wise to take warnings seriously — Stay away from that redhead and only have me — the cursed snake smiles

— I only have you — he gently kisses the lover's lips and the Joker, despite being twenty-five years old and being called an experienced man, still melts in the heat that Wooin gives him — and I will always have you, old man — Wooin He taunts and the Joker doesn't laugh but his eyes light up a little

Both are naked as God created them and both are united as the devil intended. Soon Wooin will be of age but it is not important for the Joker who has already been designated as the angel of death for the patriarch of the Yoo family