Jin's POV

The room was once again plunged into silence. "But you're not actually gonna kill Namjoon, right?"

I scoffed. "Of course not. Think about it. Namjoon is helping me. I have a way to keep my father from controlling me, and using me, and Namjoon is basically the only reason why. So why would I kill him?"

"Well, I don't know. We don't know you well and for all we know, everything you just said was a lie."

"Well, take it how you want then. If you don't trust me, then you can lock me up in a room somewhere and keep me there, I don't care. In fact, I'm sure that's exactly what you'll do until you figure out that I pose no threat to any of your lives." I rested my chin on my hand, looking at all of them. "But honestly, anything is better than going back to my father. So, therefore, I don't care what you do to me."

"You don't care what we do to you?" Yoongi smirked. "You do know who we are, right? What happens if one of us decides to tie you to a bed and rape you? Beat you senseless. Take away your reasons to live."

I smirked right back at him. "You really are a douche, you know? But, you see, to all of your suggestions to what you could do to me...one, I spent...mmm..." I looked up at the cieling, recalling how old I was. "I believe I spent since twelve until I was fourteen in my father's camp. Small, but still quite popular. Two, I am a mafia leaders son. An unwanted one, but still a son. I'm sure most of you know what that's like, so I'll just brush off the 'beat me senseless' option. And thirdly, you could really try to take away my reasons to live. I dare you. Find something that'll break me, douche."

Yoongi narrowed his eyes at me and I smirked, knowing that I'd gotten him. "And before you say anything else, yes, there are plenty of things you could do to me, but it wouldn't make any sense, seeing as your leader specifically asked for me, and has told me the reason why, so what would be the point in trying to hurt me when you have to answer to him?"

"Well, I never pegged you for smart." I bit back a smile at the backhanded compliment.

"Mr. Park, was it?" He narrowed his eyes. He knew that I knew exactly who he was and only did it to piss him off. "I am one of the most demanded assassins in Seoul. If I was stupid, idiotic, dumb, whatever you'd like to peg me as, would I still be alive?"

"Probably not." He muttered.

"Exactly." I snapped my fingers and then stood. "Well, I just spilled all of my deepest darkest secrets with you, so do what you will with them. I, on the other hand, need to rest. I'm assuming the room I woke up in is mine?" I saw Namjoon nod and so I walked back to my room.

Third Person POV

Everybody was silent around the table. Until Taehyung spoke. "He's very...to the point. But he says unnecessary things. Don't you think that could be a worry?"

"Him spilling unnecessary things isn't really important because he doesn't know anything to spill. The concern is that he currently has no loyalty to anybody but himself, so when he does start learning things that could damage us, we need to ensure that he won't talk."

"Build his loyalty?"

"Which, first off." Namjoon began, interrupting everyone else who was talking amongst themselves. "We'll begin by pointing out that Jin has been treated like a dog his whole life. So, in order to gain his loyalty, we need his trust, first. And we will not go about it by treating him like an animal."

"Then how do you suggest we do that?"

"That's not my job. That's yours. I already have his trust, but you don't. I can't make him trust you, you have to do that for yourselves."

"And how do you already have his trust?" Yoongi said. "And I suppose loyalty as well then?"

"One, Jin isn't stupid. If he didn't trust me, he would not have announced that he's basically going to take a nap. Under normal circumstances, I would say that he's probably always on guard, but don't forget that he basically ripped himself open yesterday, and lost a lot of blood. He's probably out like a light right now, leaving us open to do anything to him. Two, yesterday he obviously saw me when we tried to shoot him down. He could have killed Jimin and me, I know he has the skill to do so. Instead, he shot you in the leg to merely distract me, and he also shot at me. And missed, I might add."

The room was silent. Namjoon stood. "The Pink Lily does not miss a shot. Ever. So, I suggest you welcome Jin into this home. He's family now, no arguing. He'll prove himself to you, and you in turn will do the same. Now I'd we're done discussing him, it's late, and you all have things that you still need to do."

They all stood and walked off in different directions. "Yoongi." Namjoon called out to the retreating blonde. He stopped and turned to his leader. "I know that you'll try and do what Jin told you to do, and I won't stop you. But I still want to be able to use him if I need him." Yoongi nodded in understanding and walked off.

Meanwhile, Jin was in fact, out like a light. He was exhausted from many late nights out. He hadn't gotten a lot of sleep lately and losing the amount of blood he had hadn't helped.

He did, in fact, trust Namjoon. Namjoon had given him something he'd been wanting for years, and Jin respected him as well. That's why he felt comfortable sleeping soundly in a house filled with some of the most wanted criminals and murders in the world.