The two men silently looked at each other in the darkness. Jimin borrowed the faint light of his mobile phone to hand over a business card.
Jin took the business card and looked at it. These days, swindlers were really professional and made it look real. From an early age, Jin had understood a truth. A pie would never fall from the sky.
Seeing that Jin didn't speak after taking the business card, Jimin pushed his glasses up his nose. "Mr. Kim, our SM Entertainment participates in TV dramas, movies and artist management. We have many well-known artists and the artists have the best teams. As long as you are willing to join our company, we will provide you with a tailored development plan for your future. You will get high-quality resources. Please carefully consider it." He glanced at the old rental building. "Of course, we will also arrange housing."
"I'm sorry, I thought you were a criminal so I accidentally kicked you. I hope you aren't hurt." He secretly checked the Internet for Jimin's information before taking two steps forward, his smile enthusiastic. "Shall I take you to see a doctor?"
"It's fine." Jimin gritted his teeth with pain but didn't forget to maintain his smile. "Mr. Kim's move is for the safety of all the residents in the building. You are courageous. Blame me for not thinking well and bothering you so late."
"This is my ID card." Jimin saw that this child looked delicate and his smile naïve. The child living alone in this old building had strong vigilance and was at least safe.
He thought that Jin might not believe him and held out his identity card to Jin. "This is my ID card. Mr. Kim, please believe that I came with sincerity."
Jin glanced at the ID card but didn't take it. He pulled out his phone and sent a message to Hoseok.
Jinnie: Hobi hyung, do you think that the assistant of SM Entertainment's president will wait at my door in order to sign me, as well as boast that I am courageous after kicking him?
After a while, Hoseok replied.
Hobi hyung: Go home and sleep early. You are dreaming of everything.
Jinnie: However, there is a man called Park Jimin who is claiming to be the assistant of SM Entertainment's president and he is looking to sign me. I looked at his ID card and searched the Internet. It seems to be him.
Hobi hyung: Fuck? Jinnie, what good luck have you been getting lately?
Hobi hyung: Let him wait first. I will come right away!
Hobi hyung: Don't let him run!
A cup of hot water was placed in front of Jimin and he politely gave his thanks. He looked at the handsome person sitting on the sofa with an innocent smile. This could make people forgive him for all his mistakes.
If it wasn't for the pain coming from the place where he was kicked, he wouldn't have believed that the other person could kick an adult man to the wall. "Mr. Kim is very good. Have you practiced before?"
Jin recalled his experience of fighting that had accumulated over the years. "There is no systematic learning but U have some practical experience."
"Ah?" Jimin might be old and didn't understand what young men meant now. Of course, this wasn't the focus. He had come due to an order from the boss and wouldn't be tangled up these small things.
"Mr. Kim is currently in an Internet drama and many people in our company like you. The personal favorite of my collages is when you hid under the eaves on a rainy day." Jimin raised the water Jin poured for him and took a drink. "The company has invested in a few dramas and there is a role very suitable for you. Mr. Kim, if you are interested then I will send the script to you by email."
Jin gave Jimin some water. "However, we haven't signed a contract."
"Even if you don't sign a contract, it doesn't affect President Seo's appreciation for Mr. Kim. as long as you are willing to accept, this role is yours."
Jin, "......"
Was there such a good thing in the world? How come he hadn't encountered them before? Everything seemed to start with his meeting with Jungkook.
In the quiet car, the mobile phone lying flat on the seat suddenly glowed faintly. A pale hand picked up the phone and unlocked it.
Jinnie: Kookie, you are really guardian angel sent by God to save me!!!!!!
The entire line of exclamation points perfectly expressed Jin's inner excitement. The screen light faded. Just as it was going to become completely dark, the white fingers touched it and the phone's light turned back on.
Jinnie: Thank you God, thank you fate for letting me meet this good hyung.
Good hyung?
The mobile screen turned dark and bright, dark and bright. Jungkook didn't reply to these two messages. Just as his hand was going to touch the screen again, the car shrilly braked. The mobile phone fell and dropped into the gap of the front seat.
"Jeon Jungkook!" A disheveled woman threw herself onto the car, wildly beating the windshield. "Jeon Jungkook, you come out!"
The woman looked haggard. Her eyes were swollen and full of hate. She kept hitting like she didn't feel any pain but the windshield was immobilized.
"S-Sir?" The driver gulped and turned his head fearfully to look at Jungkook.
The man in the suit opened the window, as if to listen to her swearing. However, no matter what the other side said, he remained calm like the woman's shouting and cursing had nothing to do with him.
"Jeon Jungkook, you madman, you animal!" The woman cursing lay on the bonnet and cried. "What on earth are you willing to accept?"
Jungkook was silent, his head bowed as he tried to find his mobile phone.
"I knew you were a mad beast. I shouldn't have let you go!" The woman quickly ran to the window, hands placed on the window as she stared viciously at Jungkook, wanting to tear him to pieces of meat. "How come you aren't dead? Dead!"
"Let go." Jungkook stared at the woman's hand on the window in an indifferent manner.
"Jeon Jungkook, people like you shouldn't be born in this world! You monster, evil!" The woman tried to reach through the window to scratch the person in the car.
Jungkook put on white gloves and unceremoniously twisted her wrist, pushing her away. He listened to the woman's pained screams as he released his hand and removed the gloves. "Auntie, you don't have a final say in my life and death."
The woman sat tearfully on the ground, the pair of white gloves thrown at her. She raised her head and looked at the pale, heartless face behind the window.
"Auntie, did you forget that when I was six years old, you pushed me into the pool? The cold and bone-chilling water didn't drown me. What is the use of a few curses?" Jungkook's voice was almost gentle, as if he was having a nice chat with the woman. "The pond is still there. Auntie, do you want to see it?"
The woman instantly looked white. "You remember that?"
Jungkook didn't speak, his eyes as calm as a pool as he quietly watched her. The woman was afraid of such a pair of eyes. They were too calm and didn't even shake at life and death. This was a madman, a madman like his mother. The Jeon family that lasted for nearly a 100 years would sooner or later be destroyed in his hands.
"No matter how much you hate the Jeon family, the Jeon blood still flows through your veins." The woman stumbled up from the ground. "Your denial and your rejection is just a cover-up. Unless you die, you will never be able to escape the Jeon blood."
"You often said that my mother was crazy." Jungkook's eyelids drooped. "Who is crazy?"
"If I'm crazy," he looked at the rude woman, "it is because of the Jeon's dirty genes."
The woman laughed loudly, her laughter more ugly than crying. "Since the Jeon family's genes are dirty, why don't you die? As long as you live, you are dirty. You won't be able to get rid of the mark of your genes!"
"So why don't you die? Why don't you die?!" The woman went crazy again as she struck the car window. "You go to hell!"
The aunt and nephew were separated from each other by a car door. Outside the luxurious and cold family, there wasn't the warmth of a family. Only indifference and hatred.
The night wind rose, the cold win entering the car and indiscriminately licking Jungkook's pale cheeks.
"Auntie, it is late at night." Jungkook was indifferent to the woman's curses. "If you are really worried about your husband, you can go in and accompany him." His expression was very serious, as if he was really considering it. "A husband and wife are reluctant to separate. I can understand it."
The woman's cursing came to an abrupt end and she knew that Jungkook was serious.
"Since you aren't speaking, I'll take it as a default agreement..." Jungkook's words hadn't finished when a phone rang, breaking the weight of the air.
The woman sighed with relief as she took a step back, barely staying steady. Jungkook wasn't interested in her embarrassing appearance. He pressed the accept button and there was a cheerful voice.
"Kookie hyung, I have some good news to tell you. Guess what?!"
"You won the lottery?" Jungkook leaned against the window, glanced at the woman with puffy eyes and closed the window. He motioned to the driver to drive through the gate.
"Think again, think again, guess in a bigger direction." Jin happily rolled around on his bed.
"Did you get a new script?"
"No, that's not it." Jin's laughter came from his mobile phone along with a thud. Then Jin's voice continued on the phone, "I was turning over so happily that I fell off the bed."
"I'm telling you, the person who claimed to be from SM Entertainment wasn't lying." Jin lay on the soft pillow and talked about the process of contracting with SM Entertainment. "In addition, the contract period is only three years. I have encountered such a good thing."
"Gold always shines." The car stopped in the garage. Jungkook didn't get off as he leaned against the seat and chatted with Jin. "The big company offering so many preferential terms to sign with you means you are good enough."
"Since when did the entertainment world lack good people?" Jin laughed. "I must be lucky."
Jin held his pillow and sat up. "Kookie hyung, you must've been good angel in your last life. Otherwise, how can you bring me so much good luck?"
Jungkook watched the lights and was silent for a long time. "Children shouldn't be superstitious."
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Jinnie: Meeting you is my good luck. Kookie is the best Kookie in the world!