Jongin's dad is the leader of the world's largest, most secretive organization in the world. With that came no time for friends, no place to settle down, and barely any affection from his father. The only realy affection his father ever showed was when Jongin did little things for the organization. And the few things he did do, he only received a pat on the back. This time, for who knows how long, they've moved to Seoul. Finding an apartment several miles away from downtown so they wouldn't come under suspicion, the apartment was small in a relatively dead neighborhood. The apartment smelled like cigarettes, when you first walked in, the furniture was old and the kitchen appliances barely worked. In his small but functional room, Jongin was preparing his things for his first day tomorrow. He definately wasn't looking forward to it, consiering it would be the same thing. A lonely place, not able to talk or even look at anybody. He just wishes that it could be all over so he could get away from his father.

              " Jongin you already know the drill, don't talk to anybody, don't look at anyone. You're not in this world to make friends." He grimaced and rolled his eyes at his father's annual speech. Every year, he thought to himself. This was the conversation they had every time Jongin entered a new school. His father's perspective was that life was a game, you just had to learn how to be a good player. It was hard living like this. Not having enou