For as long as I can remember, It was a rainy day that horrifying night. I reached over to his hand and grabbed him by the wrist where his hand fixed onto a silver Ruger Super Redhawk Linebaugh. 500 gun. “Let go!” The man shouted as rain poured through his black attire from his black dyed and silk strands, to his black boots with the untied laces. I stood before him with a mask almost like his but mine was a Kitsune fox mask; Japanese tradition that could represent good or evil. In which, I didn't know what I represented at the time.

         “What do you mean, let go?! You said you weren't going to hurt anyone! I never expected you out of everyone to try and kill someone!” I shouted at him as the man before me pointed the gun to my forehead and this was enough to scare me into raising the mask over my face. There, the man with a mask of an Oni; Japanese traditional mask that was carved into a demon's face known for being evil. The red over the mask gave me chills as I looked at him as if I wasn't afraid; but deep down I knew I influenced him and I inflicted this life over him.

         “Well then, isn't today a day of disappointments….” Whispered the man in the mask and as he pulled me closer to his body drenched in rain, he pointed the gun onto the innocent body that carried a bag over its head until I heard the man pull the trigger. He held me tight, kissing the side of my cheek as I began to sob into his arms where rain poured over us… He was right, it was a day of disappointments and everything around me fell silent as my grip around his grew tighter.

       You wouldn't understand all my secrets through this part… The only way you'd understand is if I take you back… Back to where it all began and before I met
...Him…
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          It was a bright and sunny day in Busan, South Korea. The morning sun greeted everyone underneath even along a rich neighborhood that carried spacious lots separating houses with fresh, big, tiles of grass. Along one of the many houses, there was one colored in a blank white coat with a turquoise color along the window pane and shelves underneath it. There was a garden with many roses to complement the pastel color to the big house and with the blue skies above, it was enough to set a nice mood to the whole morning.

         Just then, the door opened and out walked a man around his early twenties; pink dyed hair, a beautiful complexion with his pink and plump lips matching with his hair colors on every strand. The young man stood out in the porch and made his way to the mailbox upfront where he threw his hair back and stepped out of the gates. He displayed the definition of perfection and charming. All the definitions of beautiful in the dictionary filled him in every way. He was a modern prince living amongst the people in South Korea and his gaze through his round and charming look in his eyes, was enough to seal the deal.

           The man fixed his white silk robe over his smaller body frame that was dressed in a white tank top along with loose pink silk bottoms that matched with his pastel pink house slides. As the man reached the mailbox, he took out letters and letters for the household before closing it shut and making his way back into the house. Within the house, it was a big and spacious living room with leather seats by the fireplace, bookshelves that carried many books within them, a flat screen hanging above the ground and against the wall. Leading from the living room and the white marbled ground, there was stairs to the second floor where four bedrooms were kept, along with an office room as well; just beyond the hall of family pictures. Reaching downstairs to the kitchen, there was many appliances with the iron steel and black style with an island counter at the center. All marble countertops; the most expensive money can buy.

         But the look of the inside house didn't stop there, just outside was a pool sitting in the big lot at the backyard, along with a patio where grilling and afternoon talks were shared. It was a beautiful home for a family of four. The same man that picked up the mail, stood at the entry to the house and scanned through mails until he reached his own. It was a black envelope with the address and information written in a glitter gold color stating the name of “Park Jimin”. Park Jimin was the man's name and he just so happened to turn Twenty-three today as he still lived with his parents that were barely ever home.

        “Is this a gift certificate?” Asked the man as he guided his finger along the black and thick material of the paper. Just before he could open it, he heard a voice call out to him from the top of the stairs.

         “Happy Birthday!” Shouted an older man that appeared to be Jimin's father; Mr. Park. The man wore a dark red sleeping robe that covered his white T-shirt and black bottoms. His face carried a determined and a very caring stare that hid under a pair of glasses. As the man finally caught his son's attention, he rested his elbows over the rails of the stairs. “You're twenty-three now and still haven't done anything with your life! Why can't you be like your younger brother who is working hard in school to become a businessman like me?”

          “Always love a warm birthday wish by my old man.” Jimin teased and set the rest of the mail over a desk. “I'll be in my room.”

           “Why are you like this? Why don't you learn to be an actor or an idol? You can gain money with that charming face of yours! You should be grateful your mother blessed you with her beautiful looks.” Mr. Park continued as he kept nagging the boy down under. “I'm only suggesting many things to get your life started, Jimin. Sitting down and doing nothing to rely on me won't last forever. You can always take part in my company.” Mr. Park suggested. Jimin's father was a chairman to an expensive company that sold boozes or famous liquors worldwide. The brand was called “Phoenix” where many tagged the idea of golden tears of the Phoenix was added into every bottle sold everywhere. That's how exquisite the taste of the bitter yet, strong substance was.

          However, Jimin never found himself working with his father but, his younger brother was all in for it to carry on the family business. “I'll pass… Jihyun would love to take on that offer, though!”

         “I know he will, but when I retire, I'll need you to be making money moves and decisions when you are placed at the front desk in your future office! You'll be perfect.”

         “So… You want me to smell like liquor almost everyday, make money and pull ‘Money Moves’? I might as well be a stripper.” Jimin teased as his father picked up his own house slide and tossed it down to strike Jimin's head. “-AH I'M KIDDING!”

          “Going to the club is also an issue of yours… If you want a drink, there's many bottles in the cellar. You just go there to waste time, don't you? Fine by me.” Hissed the older before walking down the stairs to retrieve his mail and his house slide he happened to throw at Jimin just seconds before. As the two exchanged silence, Jimin was left with only the black letter within the envelope. The young birthday boy smiled to himself, rushing upstairs where he made his way down the hall, and to his own room. As the man made it into his room, he closed the door shut behind him and kept staring at the well-decorated envelope that was colored in black with golden color and glitter spelling his name and address out.

         “Could this finally be it? The letter invitation everyone talks about getting to the nightclub?” Jimin whispered to himself and sat on his red and wide covered bed with pillows thrown everywhere so carelessly. Also within his room, was lights along the white walls, cabinets of a dark wooden color,  a television against the wall, white carpet floors, and with a long window falling diagonally with red curtains over them. Jimin's room had pictures of himself in photoshoots framed with his family as well; the room of course, only had red filtered lights so when the light switch flipped on, the room was filled in a red color that Jimin adored to have. It was soothing to him and it made him think easier at times.

          Jimin slowly began to open the black letter as he rolled over his stomach to read it once he opened it carefully. The envelope was elegant; the button held it closed and once Jimin opened it, the envelope unfolded and there, was written words in gold. The Hangul was perfectly written as if it was typed, but Jimin knew that no computer could generate such a golden and beautiful handwriting like this one.

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Dear
    Park Jimin,

Happy Birthday from the big boss himself; who's name is to never be exposed or identity. If you're reading this, then you are one of the many special people that has been invited to attend his nightclub where everything is free. So there's no need to bring your wallets! He adores your father's liquor and wanted to invite you for the night along with many others to have fun. Of course, he will not be attending for he is too busy to spend time with anyone at the moment, but it will make his day if you are present at his nightclub. Again, he adores your father's company and would love to work with him soon. So, be the representative and come to the nightclub for your father’s company if you wish for him to work with us. May we need to remind you, we work with many branches and are at the top of the markets everywhere in Korea. Please don't let this opportunity slip from your hands. Come to the nightclub, show up for a night you won't regret!

Bring this letter at the entry at Friday 10:00PM at this address:
XXXst Xth ave,
Busan, South Korea
XXXXX

Best,
6.
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       Jimin's heart began to pound with excitement flowing through his own blood. The man was invited to represent his Father's company at the nightclub. A nightclub that only the best were invited to enjoy a night of fun. Jimin heard many rumors of this secret nightclub and it was enough to enchant him into imagining how amazing it would feel to walk into a place like this. However, Jimin also had doubts. He would go to a club like it was just a usual Friday and believed that this nightclub just had the perks of having free beverages.

       “Six… Hm? Is that what he goes by? He must be an old man trying to sound cool. Ah, anyway, he does know how to drag someone in! It's like I don't have a choice… This would mean the world to my father. I'll have to go even if it could just be like a normal club that's only perk is the free drinks. I'll go for my father and see what everyone is talking about. I'll see what's so special about this midnight club that's talked about as if it's an utmost gift from the gods above.” Jimin spoke to himself.

       One side of him worried that this could just be a normal club with just rich people in it, while the other side of him was honored to be invited to a place like this that even the president himself was never allowed in. Of course, Jimin himself questioned the boss and wondered out of his whole family, why was he chosen to represent, if all he ever did was walk around and do nothing with his life? Between his brother and himself, Park Jihyun was the most successful and common brother to be called out to represent his father's company. So, for something as great as this to happen in Park Jimin's life; it was a real game changer.