guns and rings | minsung.

PHASE 1┃CHP 1

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If you had told Jisung that he would be sitting in a room filled with one of the world's biggest weaponry mafia, only a day away from his wedding day- he would probably believe you. Because you know- that's how fucked up his life was.

"Everyone, this is the third child of the notorious Hans trading company- he will be the one to marry my son the day after tomorrow."

Jisung tried to look as bored as he possibly could, however the burning eyes staring passionately at him from the other side of the room was painfully distracting.

Everyone else in the room had turned to study Jisung, some looking satisfied while others didn't seem to care, however Jisung wasn't having that.

He stood up, everyone in the room visibly tensed, as if ready to pull a knife on him. Which made sense, this mafia specialised in smuggling and providing weapons- so it only made sense for everyone involved to be heavily armed. However you'd think they'd atleast be polite to the future husband of their bosses son. "I hate to ruin the wedding preparations, but I still have no idea why it's my hand in marriage that you need?"

Jisung stopped talking and expected someone to answer him, yet everyone stayed quiet and looked upon him with amused eyes. Jisung could see his groom-to-be smirking, and it only made him more frustrated.

"If it's getting closer to my bloodline- it won't work, because in case you didn't notice I technically can't have my own children, nor am i ever to success the company!" He informed the huge group of people, now many of then smiling up at him, but it was a mocking type of smile. Jisung felt as though there was some sort of joke he wasn't understanding. "Come on people! I'm so useless underground as well! My skills are with the press, business deals, being the face...of the...company."

Ok so now it was starting to make sense.

"The company?" He questioned, to which Mr.Lee gave a smug smile to.

Jisung sat back down tiredly, wishing nothing more than to just sleep this whole situation off. "You're telling me, you want your pretty boy son-" he said jabbing a finger at the idiotically smiling boy at the far end of the room, "to marry me because you want my fame?"

"Well done Jisung! I knew you would figure it out, quite simple really." The old man said, clapping slowly, making Jisung feel stupid. It was a simple and quite unexpected reason, dare he say, it was boring.

Almost too boring for the Lee family.

Mr.Lee finally took the silence as a point to explain, "you see, as much as I love my only son, he's hardly capable of giving a Power Point presentation let alone running a mafia-"

"Hey! I'm right here!"

"-so once I pass, my second in command- my brother- will do the favour of taking over. However I chose to leave something with my son atleast, so my second most prized position will be his, the company."

Jisung remembered the Lee family company, Young Wings. They owned plots and plots of land filled with turbines all over the world. Making them once of the biggest eco-friendly fuel companies in the world. They also had countless amounts of charities for many different causes and minorities, leaving them to look like an god-blessed business.

Jisung found it halarious that the same company was smuggling illegal weapons to drug lords and gangs all over the world, highly hypocritical and ironic.

"I see, and how generous you are sir. Yet I still fail to see how that makes me any value. Your company is in everyone's good books and your son won't have a problem making deals with others with a reputation like Young Wings already has."